The content of this second round of competition was far beyond their expectations and was even more perverted than they had imagined.

"Are you sure?"

In the Dan Room, Baili asked Zhang Yifeng.

"Don't worry, senior brother."

Zhang Yifeng smiled slightly, and there was no fear in his words. Zhang Yifeng had practiced this kind of endurance hundreds or thousands of times before becoming the Dan King in his previous life.

Once, he sat alone in front of the alchemy furnace, refining dozens of powders that were difficult to blend into liquid. He sat for a whole day and even Zhang Yifeng himself did not notice it. The darkness quietly came, gradually covering him.

Because this time, there is less tricky in the first round, many alchemists also choose to start the second round of competition immediately when the medicinal materials arrive.

Alchemy requires a state of mind. If there is no overall support for the aura, the entire alchemy process will be extremely difficult. In severe cases, the alchemist will also be backfired. Therefore, the top priority of alchemists at present is to quickly enter the state so that they can maintain a good fire control state.

"Senior brother, I'm going to start too. Please protect me." Zhang Yifeng sat upright in front of the alchemy furnace, his momentum gradually increased. He had adjusted his state to the peak and could start at any time.

Of course, these words were only for politeness and to prevent Baili from appearing too embarrassing.

Zhang Yifeng put his palms on his chest, took a deep breath, and then slowly spit it out. The turbid breath flowed out with the strong air behind him, and his whole body gradually slowed down.

With a slight bounce of fingers, the powder placed on the wooden table flew up and slowly flowed into the air like a stream. Zhang Yifeng shouted softly in his mouth, facing the furnace with his palm, and slapped it suddenly, and the surging flames rose up. The temperature in the elixir room rose instantly, roasting the powder.

During the period when the refining began, some changes occurred quietly in the alchemy room. Dozens of small circular holes were exposed at the edge of the walls, and a faint cold air spread out from it, spreading towards the entire room. Soon the high temperature in the alchemy room was suppressed down.

Baili was also meditating on the side next to Zhang Yifeng, staring at the situation in the furnace and Zhang Yifeng with his eyes slightly closed.

He knew that this competition would consume extremely huge amounts of mental and physical strength of the participating alchemists, so he had to strictly prevent any possible accidents, otherwise Zhang Yifeng would easily become obsessed with it. After being furious, even if he had no way to rescue him.

Unless you ask a pill master at the level of Dan King to pour his Nascent Soul power into Zhang Yifeng's body and drive out the evil fire in his body.

But how could there be a monk in the world who is willing to give his own Nascent Soul power to others?

Therefore, Baili had to pay more attention and not to have an accident.

After all, he is the only one who can save Zhang Yifeng in time now.

At the same time, in the Qiulong Imperial City, a remote and quiet tavern, a thousand meters away.

A black shadow stood in front of the tavern, and the black shadow was shrouded in it by a wide black robe, making it impossible to see his face clearly, or even to tell whether it was a man or a woman.

Behind the black robe figure, there was a long sword wrapped in thick ropes. The hilt of the sword was simple and old, like something that was old.

The passing monks and residents of the imperial city looked at the visitor who seemed to be an uninvited guest. Although there were many masters in the imperial city, it was the first time that he had encountered him dressed up like this.

"Oh Master, are you here to drink or stay..." The waiter smiled and ran towards the door with his waist bent over. When he saw the black shadow, his eyes suddenly closed, and his voice trembled. "Sorry, our store is full today..."

As he said that, he reached out to close the store door. Heiying stretched out his arms and pressed it against the door. The waiter couldn't move with all his strength. Heiying said in a low voice: "Aren't you still saying you want to drink or stay in a hotel just now? I'll drink."

Without waiting for the waiter to agree, the man in black robe walked straight into the store. Many monks who were drinking in the store were frightened by the sudden black shadow and were at a loss.

"Hey! Where did you come from the guy who is not open to your eyes? Do you know that you are not drinking? Get out of the way if you know the truth!" An impatient voice came from one side of the store. The black shadow looked along the sound, and saw two or three monks standing up and pointing in the direction of him.

"What are you looking at? I'll say you, get out of here!" The monk didn't know how much he drank, his face turned red, his eyes were blurred, and he cursed.

However, the next moment, the waiter saw the black shadow standing at the door of the store, and it seemed like teleportation. In an instant, it came to the monk's side, with a condescending momentum approaching him, and the cold voice sounded like the sickle of the god of death.

"Repeat again, what did you call me just now?"

The monk's eyes condensed, and he suddenly became furious, and he pulled up the front of the shadow: "I said you can't open your eyes..."

The monk's words came to an abrupt end.

The waiter clearly saw the black shadow's sword falling. In the blink of an eye, the long sword had returned to its back again, as if it had never been used.

At the monk's neck, fine blood rays sputtered, and the monk lost his breath and collapsed softly to the ground, his eyes widened with shock and confusion.

"Murdered! Murdered!"

At this time, the drunk monk finally reacted and shouted and fled out of the door.

The man in black robe ignored the monks who had left and kicked the monks who were lying beside him into the distance, and sat down directly from the position where they had just drunk. Through the wide mask, the pale cheeks seemed to be looking at the waiter in the shop, "Waiter, bring the wine."

After the waiter was still shocked, he realized after the wine boy's prompt and hurried to the backyard of the tavern, intending to take out the best aged wine in the store.

He knew that the man in black robe was definitely not something he could afford to provoke. If he served him well, he might be able to avoid death. After all, the death of the monk was in an instant, as if he was vivid in his mind.

The man in black robe sat quietly at the table, calm and composed, like a sculpture that remained motionless for a long time.

The wine boy hid behind the counter and stuck his head out, watching from a distance that seemed to be still in a black robe, with curiosity in his eyes.

At this time, a conversation came from outside the door: "Hey, I heard that you didn't know. A man named Zhang Yifeng who just came from Manzhou just beat Qiao Cheng up. Now, it's fine. All the Qiulong Imperial City know that Qiao Cheng is not Zhang Yifeng's opponent, and he has lost his grace. The reputation accumulated by the ancestor of the Qiao family for a hundred years has been ruined."

The man in black robe trembled and suddenly turned his head, and his figure disappeared invisible.

"Customer, here you are here, the best wine is here!"
Chapter completed!