The cultivation of immortality by mortals begins with the abandoned children of the river

"Huh, if you lose, you lose. What excuse are you looking for!" A majestic voice came from the VIP table. Everyone looked around and saw an old man in a gorgeous robe coldly looking at Yuan Yuan who was slapped away. Young face. His eyes were full of disdain and severity, obviously extremely dissatisfied with the round-faced young man's behavior.

After finishing speaking, the old man bowed deeply to the four people in front of him: "Master Huang, the three fellow Taoists, I have failed to discipline them well, causing the younger generations to speak rudely. I am really sorry."

The round-faced young man who was beaten also woke up at this time. He covered his cheek. The pain made tears well up in his eyes, but he resisted the flow of tears. He understood that his complaint just now was indeed too rude, especially in front of so many people.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm down his mood, and then struggled to stand up slowly, although his body was still shaking a little.

"This junior was reckless. I hope the four seniors will forgive me." The round-faced young man bowed respectfully to the four dignitaries in front of the VIP table, his tone full of sincerity and humility.

The round-faced young man is not alone.

Several young men and women were also slapped or kicked away. They all looked extremely miserable. They were also scolded and beaten by their elders.

They were not stupid either. After seeing the actions of the round-faced young man, they immediately bowed and apologized to Chi Yanzi and others in front.

"Haha, these fellow Taoists were too heavy-handed. If I were them, I would have trouble figuring it out. As a young man, it's understandable." Chi Yanzi chuckled, and popped out several pills with his fingers, landing them with incomparable accuracy. into the hands of several young people.

Naturally, several Danhai Realm powerhouses thanked him profusely, and scolded the juniors who caught them.

Chi Yanzi smiled and waved, then slowly stood up and walked to the front of the square.

The whole place was silent, and everyone's eyes were focused on this thin old man with a kind smile and a faint trace of death between his eyebrows.

Chi Yanzi's eyes swept over the faces of the forty young generation masters of alchemy and weapon refining who were bowing respectfully, showing some approval and expectation. He knows very well that all young people who can reach this point are talented and hardworking. Moreover, their skills, wisdom, will and character are far beyond ordinary people.

Not sure if it was an illusion, but Zhan Nianchuan always felt that his eyes stayed on him for a moment or two.

"Congratulations, being able to enter the finals is an honor in itself." Chi Yanzi's voice sounded, gentle and powerful, "But please remember, the way of alchemy and weapon refining never ends, and the real challenge is not in the competition. , and in the day-to-day understanding and refining, only those who can continue to innovate and have the courage to break through their own limits can finally reach the pinnacle of alchemy and weapon refining."

Listening to his calm words, the hearts of many alchemy and weapon refining contestants who had been deeply annoyed and regretful because of their failure in alchemy and weapon refining or failed to enter the finals seemed to be gently brushed by a warm current, and those gloom and frustrations Gradually dissipate.

Chi Yanzi's words are not only encouragement to the forty young talents in front of them, but also encouragement and guidance to all those who silently trek on the road of alchemy and weapon refining.

"Every one of you is the top alchemist and weapon refiner in the world, and you are the hope of the future on this continent." Chi Yanzi's voice was more solemn, "It doesn't matter what the outcome is. What matters is how you view this competition and whether you can find your own path in comparison with others, so that you can continue to move forward, continue to explore, and continue to surpass.”

Having said this, he paused slightly and looked across the audience again. "In the following finals, you can show off your talents and skills to your heart's content. I hope you can put down the burden of winning and losing, and work hard to compete for honors, to prove yourself, and for the endless love and pursuit of the alchemy method. Come on!”

As Chi Yanzi's words fell, the entire square fell into a brief silence again, but this time the silence was full of strength and determination. The eyes of the younger generation of alchemy and weapon refining experts are shining with unprecedented light, which is their longing for the future and their desire for self-challenge.

As Chi Yanzi slowly walked back to his seat, the middle-aged man appeared again and announced loudly:

"Rest for three hours. Eliminated players please leave the refining site."

As soon as the words fell, most of the forty finalists sat down cross-legged and began to swallow pills in an effort to restore the depleted mana in their bodies as soon as possible and prepare for the upcoming refining.

Naturally, Yu Minghong would not be like this. He looked at Ge Jianxiong, the Holy Son of Yunding Palace, who was walking out quickly with his head lowered and his face was ashen. He shouted loudly: "Holy Son, you can leave, but leave the storage bag!"

The millions of monks who were watching were worried about how to spend these three long hours. Listening to Yu Minghong's shouts, they all became excited and looked at the humiliated and resentful monk with smiles and expectations on their faces. Ge Jianxiong.

Looking at Ge Jianxiong with his back to him and clenched fists in front of him, Yu Minghong smiled coldly and teased: "What? I entered the finals and you didn't. Is it possible that you haven't lost yet?"

He has always been thinking about this. It's okay to humiliate him, but not to humiliate Zhan Nianchuan!

"Hong'er," Yu Ming said with a straight face to stop him, "It's a joke among peers. Why do you take it so seriously? Why don't you quickly recover your mana?"

In front of everyone, Ge Fei, the initiator of the bet, couldn't sit still. He looked at Ge Jianxiong with a struggling and resentful look on his face, and snorted coldly: "Why are you still standing there? I, Yunding Palace, can't lose?" Get up?"

After saying that, he raised his hand to stop Yu Ming's persuasion, and boasted with a fake smile: "Brother Yu, there is no need to say more. This kid is not as skilled as others. Haha, the strength of the younger generation of your sect is really amazing. Two juniors have entered the finals. It's really amazing."

Reminded by his words, the other Danhai Realm masters also smiled and complimented a few words, and Yu Ming had to smile to deal with it.

Ge Jianxiong's face in the field was extremely ugly. The storage bag contained almost all of his savings. He was absolutely unwilling to give it away like this.

This was simply digging out his heart!

However, he dared not ignore Ge Fei's request, and he did not dare to break his promise in public. If he did not give it, he would not only lose the face of Yunding Palace, but also his position as the Son of God.

He had no choice but to grab the storage bag with a slightly trembling hand and throw it at Yu Minghong with his eyes closed.

"Thank you, Brother Ge, you are so generous!"

Yu Minghong took the storage bag steadily and put it away with a smile.

Seeing this, Ge Jianxiong's face became even gloomier, but he also knew that it would be futile to say anything more at this moment, and staying for a moment would only increase the ridicule and humiliation he suffered.

So he suppressed his resentment and anger, turned around and left without looking back.

Until he passed through the dense crowd, he suddenly looked back, and a murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

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