The moment Zhang Fan took over the trophy, the audience cheered.

He won the championship with absolute strength without any doubt.

This is the first time in the history of the Alchemist Conference that there is an alchemist who can defeat an alchemist with a higher level than his.

This is definitely something that everyone will remember for a lifetime.

On the rostrum, the big guys all felt relieved when they saw Zhang Fan accepting the championship trophy.

Zhang Fanze joked and said, "President, trophys are secondary. The most important thing is the quota for entering the Medicine God Mansion..."

When he said this, Wu Yue, who had not spoken next to him, spoke.

"The quota of the Medicine God's Mansion is mine."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone at the scene was stunned.

At each Alchemist Conference, only by winning the championship will you get the Medicine God Post and enter the Medicine God Palace.

Now this dark alchemist is just a third place player, and he dares to speak out here, saying that the quota of the Medicine God Mansion is his.

Could this guy have a brain problem?

"Dark Alchemist, you shouldn't have participated in the competition. Giving a third place is a bargain. What's the point of being useless here?"

"I'm not as good as others, but I'm still playing rogue here. I've lost both the game and the guy."

"This stupid one, get down!"

...

Qi Dongqiang's face turned stern and said coldly: "If you win the championship, the quota of the Medicine God Mansion will naturally be yours. But you are only the third place. According to the rules of the competition, you will not get the quota of the Medicine God Mansion."

Wu Yue sneered, his eyes cold: "I have refined the best spiritual medicine twice in a row, even the medicine god can't do it. I'm not qualified?"

Chengji on the rostrum heard this and said sternly:

"You are indeed very strong. If you were in the past, it is very likely that the champion would be yours. But Zhang Fan can also refine the best elixir. And he used waste residue to refine the best elixir. To say a very disrespectful word, no matter which thing Zhang Fan did, the Medicine God, had never done it. If you say you are qualified, wouldn't Zhang Fan be more qualified than you? Still messing around here? If you have a little more words, I have to drive you out."

When Wu Yue heard this, he sneered: "Turn me out? I'm afraid you won't dare?"

Seeing this, Chengji slapped the table in front of him.

Bang-

Cracks suddenly spread on the table.

If the table knows, I'm afraid I'll think: Who am I going to provoke whom?

Cheng Ji looked at Wu Yue: "Come here, expel this dark alchemist now!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the audience was suddenly excited.

They all shouted and scolded:

"The Dark Alchemist shouldn't have come!"

"Get back to your hometown!"

"It's so embarrassing to lose the game and lose people."

"This fool actually shouted to those big guys and went against the audience. I've seen a fool, but I've never seen such a fool."

At the same time, the two level 4 alchemists next to them who had been supervising Wu Yue all walked towards Wu Yue.

One left and one right, pressing Wu Yue's shoulder.

Before Wu Yue entered the field, they conducted enough tests on Wu Yue to ensure that Wu Yue had no toxins on his body, so that he was allowed to enter. Moreover, they carried enough detoxification and anti-virus medicines on them, and were not afraid of the poison on Wu Yue.

However, as soon as their hands touched Wu Yue's shoulder, they felt a stinging pain coming from their dantian.

"ah--"

"ah--"

With two screams, both of them bent down and covered their abdomen.

In just a moment, the sweat beads on the foreheads of the two men fell like rain.

His face was as pale as paper.

The scene suddenly became an uproar.

All the alchemists looked solemn and took out all the magic medicines for detoxification and anti-virus.

At this time, Wu Yue's body turned into a dark green mist, flew into the air, and then condensed into a human form again.

This caused another uproar among the people present.

"This guy is just a monster!"

"The dark alchemists are indeed not good things."

"I've said it long ago that the Dark Alchemist shouldn't be allowed to participate in the competition!"

...

The strong men at the scene also used their energy to attack Wu Yue.

However, once their energy is used, they will immediately notice a severe stinging pain in their dantian, which makes them cover their abdomen like the two level 4 alchemists, bent over, pale in color and sweating like rain.

Zhang Fan looked up at Wu Yue in the air: "Wu Yue, are you going to force me to attack you?"

Wu Yue was not afraid and said coldly: "Zhang Fan, if you are sure you can kill me, then do it."

Zhang Fan frowned slightly, and he was indeed not sure that he could kill Wu Yue.

Wu Yue was high above at this time, looking around for a while.

Then he said: "When I was refining the spiritual medicine, I had already refined all the toxins in the material. Then it spread out through the fragrance of the spiritual medicine. I believe that my best spiritual medicine was refined, and everyone smelled the fragrance? All those who smelled the fragrance also inhaled these toxins.

"Of course, under normal circumstances, these toxins have no effect on you practitioners. They can be ignored. However, under my special technique, this toxin has a special effect - it will enter your body and lurk in your dantian. As long as you try to mobilize energy from your dantian, this toxicity will occur. If you don't believe it, you can try it."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone present shut up.

And all the people in front of the screen were so shocked that they didn't know what to say.

I never expected that such a scene would happen at the alchemist conference.

At the scene, people looked at the tragic situation of the people who had already had toxic attacks, and they all remained silent.

No one dares to take the risk of trying to mobilize energy.

"What do you want?"

Zhang Fan asked.

Wu Yue glanced at Zhang Fan and said in a cold tone: "Every time the alchemist conference will send a magical post to the champion. Only by holding the magical post can you be qualified to enter the Magical Divine Mansion. And I don't want much, it's this magical post."

Zhang Fan stared at Wu Yue and sneered: "Do you think you will succeed?"

Wu Yue glanced at everyone and looked at Zhang Fan again: "Given the current situation, it will."

"Why?"

Wu Yue sneered: "Because I believe you will never watch the tens of thousands of people on the scene die in vain. Especially these high-level alchemists, they are all pillars of various continents. If they all died today, the entire fairy world would be in chaos."

At this time, everyone's eyes fell on Zhang Fan.

While they were surprised at why Zhang Fan was not affected by toxins, they were also waiting for Zhang Fan's decision.
Chapter completed!