Rebirth of the Urban Immortal Emperor

The content of this second round of competition far exceeded their expectations, and was even more perverted than imagined.

"Junior brother, are you sure?"

In the alchemy room, Baili asked Zhang Yifeng.

"Senior brother, don't worry."

Zhang Yifeng smiled slightly, without the slightest hint of fear in his words. Zhang Yifeng had practiced this kind of endurance training hundreds of thousands of times in his previous life before he became the Alchemy King.

Once, he sat alone in front of the alchemy furnace, refining more than a dozen kinds of medicinal powders that were difficult to fuse into liquids. He sat there all day long, and even Zhang Yifeng himself didn't notice that the night was coming quietly, and it was going to be dark. He gradually enveloped.

Because there was no need to be careful in the first round this time, many alchemists also chose to start the second round of competition as soon as the medicinal materials arrived.

Alchemy requires a state of mind. Without the support of the overall spirit, the entire alchemy process will be extremely difficult. In serious cases, the alchemist will also suffer backlash. Therefore, the top priority for the alchemist at the moment is to quickly enter the state so that he can maintain good control. Fire status.

"Brother, I am about to start, please protect me." Zhang Yifeng sat in front of the alchemy furnace, his momentum gradually rising. He had adjusted his state to the peak and was ready to start at any time.

Of course, I said these words just out of politeness and to prevent Baili's presence from seeming too embarrassing.

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

With a slight flick of his fingers, the powder placed on the wooden table flew up and slowly flowed into the sky above the alchemy furnace like a stream. Zhang Yifeng shouted in his mouth, faced the alchemy furnace with his palm, and slapped it suddenly, and raging flames rose up. , the temperature in the alchemy room instantly rises, roasting the powder.

During the beginning of the refining process, some changes quietly occurred in the alchemy room. Dozens of small circular holes were exposed on the edges of the walls. A faint cold air spread from them and spread towards the entire room. Soon, the alchemy room was completely destroyed. Pressed down by high temperature.

Baili was also meditating beside Zhang Yifeng at this time, keeping a close eye on the situation in the furnace and Zhang Yifeng, who had his eyes slightly closed.

He knew that this competition was a huge drain on the mental and physical strength of the participating alchemists, so he had to guard against any possible accidents, otherwise Zhang Yifeng would easily go crazy because of this, and even he would be in trouble after being so anxious. There is no way out.

Unless you ask an Alchemist at the Alchemy King level to pour his Nascent Soul power into Zhang Yifeng's body to drive out the evil fire from his body.

But how can there be any monk in the world who is willing to give the power of his Nascent Soul to others?

Therefore, Baili had to pay more attention to avoid accidents.

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

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

A black shadow stood in front of the tavern. The black shadow was shrouded in a wide black robe, making it difficult to see its face and appearance, and it was not even clear whether it was a man or a woman.

Behind the black-robed figure, there was a long sword wrapped with a thick rope on his back. The hilt was simple and old, as if it had been around for a long time.

The monks and residents of the imperial city who were passing by looked at this person who seemed to be an uninvited guest with astonishment. Although there were many masters in the imperial city, it was the first time they had seen him dressed like this.

"Sir, are you here for a drink or to stay..." The waiter ran towards the door with a smile on his face, and when he saw the black shadow, his eyes flashed. But his eyes suddenly closed, and his voice suddenly trembled: "I'm sorry, sir, our store is fully booked today..."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to close the store door. The black shadow stretched out his arms and pressed against the door. The waiter tried his best to move his arms, but the black shadow said in a low voice: "Weren't you just talking about whether you want to drink or stay in the hotel? I’m here to drink.”

Without waiting for the waiter's consent, 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 fell to the ground, at a loss.

"Hey! You know what kind of blind guy is here to prevent me from drinking? If you are smart, get out of here!" An impatient voice came from one side of the store. The black shadow followed the voice and saw only two or three monks. Stand up and point in his direction.

"What are you looking at? I'm talking about you. I said, get out of here!" The monk didn't know how much he drank. His face was flushed, his eyes were blurred, and he kept cursing.

However, in the next moment, the waiter saw the dark figure still standing at the door of the store. In an instant, as if teleporting, he came to the monk's side, with a condescending aura approaching him, and a cold voice like the god of death. The sickle sounded.

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

The monk's eyes narrowed, and he suddenly became furious, and he grabbed the black shadow's front: "I said you can't open your eyes..."

The monk's words stopped abruptly.

The waiter clearly saw the black shadow raising his sword and dropping it. In the blink of an eye, the long sword had returned to his back, as if it had not been used at all.

At the monk's neck, thin lines of blood spattered, and then the monk lost his breath and fell limply to the ground, his wide eyes full of shock and confusion.

"Killing! Killing!"

At this time, the drunken monk finally reacted, yelled and ran out of the door.

The man in black robe ignored the leaving monks, kicked the monk lying next to him away, and sat down directly where they had been drinking. Through the wide mask, his pale cheeks seemed to be The waiter said, "Waiter, bring me some wine."

The waiter was still shocked, but he finally came to his senses after being prompted by the bartender. He quickly ran 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 someone like him could afford to offend. If he served him well, he might be able to avoid death. After all, the monk's death happened in an instant, as if he could still remember it vividly.

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

The bartender who was hiding behind the counter stuck his head out and watched the man in black robe who seemed to be motionless from a distance, with curiosity in his eyes.

At this time, there was a conversation outside the door: "Hey, have you heard that a man named Zhang Yifeng who just came from Manzhou just gave Qiao Cheng a good shake. Now he is doing well. The whole Qiulong Imperial City knows about it. That Qiao Cheng is no match for Zhang Yifeng, and he has also lost his grace. The reputation accumulated by the ancestors of the Qiao family for hundreds of years will be destroyed in one day."

The man in black robes trembled, turned his head suddenly, and disappeared.

"Sir, here comes, here comes the fine wine!"

The waiter came back with a jar of good wine, but found that the store was empty. He looked outside the door, then looked at the table, where there were three crystal stones.