Necromancer Doomsday Walk

237 The Contempt of the Ligao Alliance

Departing from Firman Kingdom and taking an airship, it took nearly a month to enter the Hades Wilderness.

During this month, Tang Fan, together with the other two contestants and the Moroccan Grand Elder, stayed in the airship. At the beginning, they asked the Moroccan Grand Elder about the situation of the alchemy competition, etc. After that,

There was nothing to say, so everyone entered into cultivation.

Tang Fan's practice is to refine his own soul power. The same is true for the practice of Great Elder Morocco. As for the two level 71 demigods, it is to improve their soul power.

After all, Tang Fan and the Great Elder of Morocco are both at the peak level of demigods. It is impossible for the power of the soul to continue to grow. Only through continuous purification and purification until the limit can they reach the realm of true gods.

Time always passes quickly when practicing. When Tang Fan and others woke up, they found that they were approaching the venue for the alchemy competition.

The airship landed, stayed at the place prepared by the Medicinal Medicine Alliance to dock the airship, and landed slowly. Tang Fan and the other four also got off the airship.

Long before this, construction had begun here to build a huge competition venue.

Therefore, many competitions have been held here in the past, leaving traces of the outline of the venue and a large foundation. Therefore, it is not too difficult to build. It only takes some time to complete the construction of the competition venue.

The venue is not gorgeous, but it is very majestic. It shows the way the venue was built. It is circular and has many suspended platforms, allowing many people to stand in it and look below.

They are densely packed, like countless meteorites floating, and they are quite unique.

Tang Fan was surprised, and the two low-level demigods were even more stunned for a moment, staring blankly.

"It's very spectacular." The great elder of Morocco smiled proudly. When he first came here, he was also stunned. At that time, his strength was only a low-level demigod.

"It's indeed good, quite creative." Tang Fan said, causing the proud look on the face of the Moroccan elder to suddenly pause and make him speechless.

"Oh, isn't this the Moroccan Grand Elder of the Firman Kingdom Alliance?"

At this time, an unexpected voice sounded, a little gloomy, and seemed to be ridiculing.

When the great elder of Morocco heard this voice, his face suddenly sank, and he ignored it and said to Tang Fan and others: "Let's go."

But the owner of the voice didn't seem to be planning to give up. His figure flashed and appeared directly in front of the Moroccan elder and others, blocking the way.

Tang Fan looked around and saw that he was a very tall Nether Tribe man. He seemed to be very old and had a long body, which was a bit weird. His level was level 80 and he was a peak demigod. His triangular eyes were visible in Tang Fan's eyes.

It swept over the others, and even released a pressure, crushing Tang Fan and the other three people away.

Tang Fan remained motionless, but the other two low-level demigods at level 71 groaned, swayed, and fell to the ground unbearably.

"Hmph!" The Moroccan elder roared angrily, with thunderous energy, which directly dispersed the opponent's momentum. The two low-level demigods of level 71 stood up quickly, with shame on their faces.

As for Tang Fan, the peak demigod opposite him was surprised.

"Fangolei, what do you mean!" the Moroccan elder shouted coldly.

"Morocco, you are still so angry. I don't mean anything. I just want to say hello to you after not seeing you for a long time." The peak demigod opposite showed a smile. Because of his face, he looked very ferocious: "These three

, are you the one who will participate in the alchemy competition in your alliance this time? I hope you won’t be selected in the first round like last time.”

Upon hearing these words, the face of the Moroccan elder became even more ugly.

"Don't worry, this time, one of the top three will definitely be a member of the Firman Alliance." The Moroccan Grand Elder said decisively, full of confidence in Tang Fan.

"Top three?" The peak demigod seemed to be surprised, and immediately laughed, very arrogantly: "I have great ambitions, but I don't know if I have the strength."

"Hmph, you will know when the time comes whether you have the strength or not. I just hope that the so-called genius trained by your Ligao Kingdom Alliance will not disappoint." The great elder of Morocco sneered.

"Limo, come here and meet the Moroccan elder of the Firman Alliance. In the last alchemy competition held by the Firman Alliance, he ranked in the top thirty." the peak demigod of the Ligao Alliance screamed.

He said, specially emphasizing the first thirty words.

At this time, a young Nether Tribe man wearing black robe walked over. He looked ordinary, but he had a kind of arrogance, as if he was so great.

Tang Fan and others knew at a glance that he was the Limo, the genius who the Moroccan great elder had said before, who could stably refine low-level demigod potions.

Maybe he felt that he was really a genius, so when Limo walked slowly over, he didn't even look at Tang Fan and the other three people. He just looked at the Moroccan elder, and then bowed slightly to the Moroccan elder to show his respect.

"This time, our Ligao Alliance only sent out Limo. Anyway, the first place this time is our Ligao Alliance." Fan Gaolei said, his tone sounded so disgusting.

"Really? Don't even make it into the top three." The Moroccan elder sneered.

"How is that possible? Limo's goal is to be number one." Fan Gaolei said with a sinister smile: "On the other hand, your Firman Alliance, it seems that all three of them are going to participate. I hope you can enter the top twenty this time.

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After saying that, Fan Gaolei turned around and left, while Limo raised his head and continued to turn around and leave proudly.

The two low-level demigods at level 71 were furious, but Tang Fan didn't care.

With his strength and ability, there is really no need to feel angry or anything about the two clowns. At most, he can just smile.

The Grand Elder of Morocco was very unhappy. He originally had a hot temper. It was good that he was ridiculed and did not explode on the spot.

"Tang Fan, no matter what, you must try your best. Even if you can't win first place, you can't lose to the bastards from the Ligao Alliance." The Moroccan elder said solemnly.

"Great Elder, don't worry." Tang Fan's tone seemed very relaxed.

"Tell me how sure you are," the Moroccan elder said seriously.

"Ten percent." Tang Fan said, his tone calm but extremely sure.

As for the two low-level demigods at level 71, although they felt a little uncomfortable, there was nothing they could do about it. Their alchemy skills were not enough.

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