Chapter 218 Invited Competition

Lucheng's tone was cold and he introduced himself to Zhou Yiqiao.

Upon hearing this person's identity, Zhou Yiqiao was in a daze for a moment, then quickly returned to normal and spoke calmly.

"It turns out to be fellow Taoist Deer, disrespectful and disrespectful."

After that, he stepped aside and let the other party enter the house first.

Although he knew that the person coming was evil, Zhou Yiqiao had no choice but to give in to him for the sake of the demon flame beast skin.

If not, Zhou Yiqiao was confident that he would be able to subdue him with one blow, given Lucheng's initial level of cultivation.

Lucheng ignored Zhou Yiqiao and stepped straight into the courtyard. Then he looked at the house in front of him. He looked around indifferently, with deep contempt in his eyes.

It seems that in his opinion, this house is really shabby, not even comparable to a wing of his house.

"I wonder what the purpose of your visit at this moment is?"

Seeing that he had been silent, Zhou Yiqiao reminded him.

Hearing this, Lucheng turned around, glanced at Zhou Yiqiao, and said lightly.

"Lu Mou heard that there is a new third-level alchemist in my Nan family, and he couldn't help but be a little curious. Of course, he came here to see your level."

"After all, these days, there are many people who cheat and kidnap people in order to gain fame and wealth. As a guest of the Nan family, Lu cannot let the head of the Nan family be deceived."

His dark eyes stared straight at Zhou Yiqiao, with a slight smile hanging on the corner of his mouth.

"In that case, your Excellency has also seen it, can you leave now?"

When Zhou Yiqiao heard this, he sneered in his heart and said to himself that it was true.

He frowned, pretending to be neither humble nor arrogant, and said coldly.

Hearing this, Lucheng's eyes flashed with cold light, his body suddenly shook, and a thick spiritual pressure spurted out from behind him instantly.

Zhou Yiqiao felt that this spiritual pressure was weak and weak, but he looked like he had chest tightness and nausea, and his face was pale.

When Lucheng saw this, a hint of sarcasm appeared on his face, and he immediately restrained his spiritual pressure.

"Whether it is a scam or not, we will know after a test tomorrow."

As he spoke, a playful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, his eyes fixed on Zhou Yiqiao Road.

"The head of the Nan family has agreed to my proposal. There will be a fight in the martial arts field tomorrow. Do you dare to take the fight?"

"Hmph! I'm afraid of you."

Upon hearing Lucheng's provocation, Zhou Yiqiao immediately shouted angrily and stared at him with a pair of eyes, refusing to give in.

"Haha, I hope you can still maintain your current pride tomorrow."

Lu Cheng sneered when he heard this, glanced at him sharply, and walked away.

He walked neatly and without any delay. Seeing this, Zhou Yiqiao put away the angry look on his face.

"Without Nan Feilong's acquiescence, even if Lucheng is unwilling, how could he dare to give me a blow in person?"

"It seems that my performance in the lobby today did not fully gain Nan Feilong's trust."

"It's just that I'm afraid they don't know that I'm thinking about how to get into the Eye of the Southern Flying Dragon and get the demonic flame beast skin as soon as possible."

Zhou Yiqiao's thoughts were racing, and he had already made a plan.

The next morning, when the sky was slightly bright, the Nan family heirs woke up early from their sleep, washed and dressed neatly, and rushed to the martial arts field.

At this time, the martial arts arena was already crowded with monks who came to observe, including family disciples, retainers, ministers, deacons, servants, and guards, totaling nearly a thousand people.

Everyone was eagerly awaiting the arrival of the two men.

Soon, the south door of the martial arts arena opened, and Zhou Yiqiao stepped out, dressed like a middle-aged man in a blue shirt.

He has a gentle face and an upright posture, and every move reveals a kind of elegance.

"Greetings to Senior Yue!"

"I've met fellow Taoist Yue!"

When everyone saw this, they immediately bowed and saluted.

Nan Feilong stepped forward in person and led Zhou Yiqiao towards the center of the martial arts field, his tone revealing a deep sense of helplessness.

"When Lucheng heard that fellow Taoist Yue was also a third-level alchemist, he immediately came up with the idea of ​​a competition. No matter how Nan tried to dissuade him, he never stopped and hoped that fellow Taoist Yue Haihan would do the same."

He sighed, looking slightly bitter.

"Oh I got it."

When Zhou Yiqiao heard this, he sneered in his heart, but made a clear expression on his face.

He waved his hand and smiled lightly.

"Don't worry, Mr. Nan, it's just a competition, and it's just enough to convince some of the nagging people in the Nan family."

The two chatted for a while, and then the gate to the south of the martial arts arena opened again, and Lucheng stepped out.

The appearance of Lucheng caused a cheer.

Lucheng was different from Zhou Yiqiao. He was recognized as a third-level alchemist by everyone in the Nan family, so everyone's attitude was naturally more enthusiastic.

He was seen clasping his fists at the surroundings as a gesture, and immediately followed Nan Feilong to the center of the martial arts field.

He glanced around the crowd and finally focused on Zhou Yiqiao.

"Lu heard that the newly recruited Taoist friend from Nanfu is also a third-level alchemist, so he felt itchy and wanted to compete and compare."

His voice was not loud, but it spread throughout the martial arts arena, completely blocking Zhou Yiqiao's retreat.

"Haha, Fellow Daoist Lu is too polite, there is no need to be so solemn."

Zhou Yiqiao looked calm, walked forward slowly, and spoke in an unhurried manner, not at all like he was in a panic like yesterday.

"Since Brother Lu invites you so kindly, how dare Yue refuse to comply."

"The time is limited, why not start immediately?"

His eyes were fixed on Lucheng,

As Zhou Yiqiao spoke, his eyes fell on Lucheng, with a faint smile on his lips.

"Lu thinks so too."

Lu Cheng nodded, the smile on his face became brighter, and he spoke loudly.

"In that case, let the head of the family be a witness."

As he spoke, he turned to look at Nan Feilong beside him.

Hearing this, Nan Feilong nodded slightly, then patted the storage ring, took out a jade plaque and threw it into the air.

With a "swish" sound, the jade medal turned into a meteor and fell, suspended in mid-air, blooming with a dazzling red light.

At the same time, a pill recipe appeared in mid-air.

"This is my Nan family's 'Blood-Burning Pill' recipe. Whichever of you two refines it first will win. Do you have any objections?"

Nan Feilong's voice resounded throughout the martial arts arena, and everyone's ears were filled with his words.

"It turns out to be the Burning Blood Pill. It is said that after taking this pill, it can temporarily stimulate the body's potential, greatly increasing the user's strength, but the price is very high. It is usually only used in times of crisis."

"The amount of this elixir is very small. Even if Lu Cheng, as the chief alchemist of the Nan family, has never refined it, it can be considered a fair duel."

Everyone in the audience was whispering, but Zhou Yiqiao was completely unaware of it. He kept scanning the prescription of the Burning Blood Pill in front of him and memorized it deeply in his mind.

Soon, a stick of incense time passed. Nan Feilong stretched out his hand, the jade pendant fell back into his hand, and the elixir recipe suddenly disappeared.

He put his hands behind his back and said loudly.

"The alchemy competition begins now!"