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One thousand five hundred forty-two, purple sunflower fire

Su Jinyue shook her head and said she had no objection.

"I announce that the overtime game will begin now." Elder Shang looked at everyone and announced. As his words fell, two fairy grass fell from mid-air and landed on the table in front of Su Jinyue and Zhou Ziyun respectively.

When Zhou Ziyun saw the fairy grass on Su Jinyue's table, she sighed helplessly in her heart and sacrificed a ball of lilac flame. It seemed that she could only fight one by one, and perhaps there was a possibility of winning.

"It's the purple acre fire! Master Zhou Xiandan actually has the purple acre fire, which is the tenth-ranked Tianhuo." Everyone onlookers were shocked by the purple acre fire sacrificed by Zhou Ziyun.

"It seems that Master Zhou Xiandan won this time, but fortunately I beat her to win."

"I wonder if Master Su Xiandan was using the previous flame."

Su Jinyue curled her lips and still sacrificed the glaze fire she had used before.

"Purple Rich Fire is the Heavenly Fire, and the Glazed Fire is just the strange Fire. It is not at the same level at all. It seems that Master Su Xiandan lost."

"If I had known, I wouldn't have defeated Master Su Xiandan, I would have won. Is it still too late to regret it now?"

The monks who beat Su Jinyue to win all looked regretful. Su Jinyue completed the alchemy first in the previous game, so they thought Su Jinyue could definitely win in overtime, but now Zhou Ziyun is using Zi Kuihuo, so they can't confirm.

Zhou Ziyun slapped the alchemy furnace in front of her and put the fairy grass into the alchemy furnace in order. Her movements were like flowing water, which made everyone in the audience amazed.

Su Jinyue had to be simpler. She raised her hand and waved her hand and all the dozen kinds of fairy grass on the table fell into the alchemy furnace.

Everyone has seen Su Jinyue refining elixirs before, so it’s no wonder that she has seen her alchemy method...

Time passed by minute by minute, and everyone stared at the two people on the stage intently, hoping that the result would come out sooner.

Zhou Ziyun took out a jade bottle, put away the refined pills, turned to look at Su Jinyue, and saw that she had not finished refining, she breathed a long sigh. She was very conflicted now, hoping that Su Jinyue could fail in refining, and hoped that she could refine it successfully.

Su Jinyue failed to refine it, and she was the winner of this game, and Ten Thousand Years of Yinmu was hers. However, when Su Jinyue successfully refine it, she was equivalent to witnessing the refinement of the ninth-level immortal pill with her own eyes, which is also an honor.

Seeing that Zhou Ziyun's pill was refined, the people who beat Zhou Ziyun to win cheered excitedly.

"Master Zhou Xiandan has finished refining it first, and it is indeed different with purple azure fire."

"We're sure to win hahaha... I knew we'd win."

Some people who win by Su Jinyue are depressed, some are secretly angry, and some are cursing.

"What are you doing? If you don't have the ability, don't participate in overtime. You can't just admit defeat at the beginning. I've lost so many fairy stones."

"That's right, I thought she was so capable, it was really unlucky!"

"Those people are so annoying. I'll argue with them." Xu Yanran couldn't bear it anymore and walked towards the two monks who were talking.

Gu Jintian reached out and grabbed Xu Yanran, "Don't be as knowledgeable as them. They will know how outrageous they are."

"But they said it so badly." Xu Yanran said angrily.

Gu Jintian smiled and patted Xu Yanran on the shoulder, "Don't be angry, they will slap in the face later."

Xu Yanran nodded and turned her eyes to the stage again, looking at Su Jinyue's eyes full of anticipation. She hoped that the moment of slapping the face would come soon.

Zhan Yihan came to several monks who were talking badly about Su Jinyue, "Do you think Su Xiandan Master will lose?"

The few people who were saying bad things about Su Jinyue were stunned for a moment. One of the middle-aged monks with a goatee snorted coldly, "She has not refined the pills yet, isn't the answer obvious?"

Zhan Yihan curled his lips and looked at the other people, "Do you think so?"

"Of course!" Everyone nodded, not understanding why Zhan Yihan asked them this question.
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