Framing and Entrapnt (3)
Tong Xuan sneered: "That’s not necessarily true."
The competitive voices of the two dropped into everyone’s minds, causing everyone to take a deep breath and look at Elder Qi walking towards the two of them.
"Who do you think will win this competition?"
"Of course, it will be Senior Brother Jinfeng. Hai Wei’s Origin Transformation Rate is still sowhat inferior to Senior Brother Jinfeng. As Elder Xuan Guan ntioned, if it wasn’t for so mishap last year, Senior Brother Jinfeng would have been the champion..."
Everyone looked at each other, their eyes unblinking as they gazed at the two.
Elder Qi took the Elixir from Jinfeng’s hand, stuck out his tongue to taste it, and slowly closed his eyes, only opening them after a long ti.
"Origin Transformation Rate, 85 percent, Fusion Rate, 89 percent."
Wow!
In that instant, the crowd erupted.
Jinfeng’s both Origin Transformation Rate and Fusion Rate exceeded 85 percent, sothing they could never achieve in their lifeti...
Even Jinfeng’s master could only reach a maximum of 80 percent...
Elder Qi walked slowly to Hai Wei’s side, raised his hand to take the Elixir from him, and delicately tasted it with his tongue. Suddenly, his body shook, and he looked at Hai Wei in surprise.
His expression fell into everyone’s eyes, causing so confusion and inability to understand while discussions laughed below.
It was clear they didn’t know what had happened...
After a long ti, Elder Qi recovered his voice, took a deep breath, and said: "Origin Transformation Rate, 95 percent, Fusion Rate, 92 percent!"
The elder’s voice was like a heavy hamr, fiercely landing in everyone’s hearts...
Ninety-five percent and ninety-two percent?
How... how is that possible?
Jinfeng’s face turned pale, he staggered back a few steps.
When did this man beco so strong?
"Haha!"
Tong Xuan laughed twice, disdainfully glanced at the dramatically changed Elder Xuan Guan beside him, curled his lips, and said: "Old Xuan Guan, so things shouldn’t be said too slowly, or you’ll just end up shooting yourself in the foot."
"Hmph!"
Elder Xuan Guan snorted coldly, saying coldly: "Even if Hai Wei is stronger than my disciple, so what? I’ll give you this championship, but I want to compete with you in overall strength. Just because one of your disciples defeated mine, doesn’t an all of them are better than my disciples!"
As she spoke, her gaze turned to Mu Ruyue, curling her lips into a mocking smile...
Gradually, people completed their refinent, and soon, the entire square only had Mu Ruyue left...
"The ti of one incense stick is almost over; why hasn’t she succeeded in refining yet?"
"I reckon she failed this ti..."
The voice of debate passed into Tong Xuan’s ears, his gaze tightly fixed on the nearing burned-out incense stick, his heart suddenly tensed...
"What exactly is she refining? Why does it take so much ti?"
Tong Xuan’s brow slightly furrowed, glancing at Mu Ruyue...
Yet, she still hadn’t stopped her actions, frowning tightly as she stared at the Phoenix Tripod in front of her...
Inside the Phoenix Tripod, a powerful explosion could be heard, sunlight covering the woman’s exquisite face, making it appear even paler...
The last bit of ashes fell.
And at that mont, Mu Ruyue’s Flas finally withdrew...
"Luckily, just in ti."
She wiped the cold sweat from her forehead, a weak smile rising on her face.
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