Chapter 1497: Seventh round! The ultimate battle!

Many people were extremely excited in their hearts, and took a deep breath.

Everyone looked at Chen Feng with some fear.

At this time, everyone kept the two words Feng Chen firmly in their hearts. He was only nineteen years old, a fifth-grade alchemist, and possessed a powerful cultivation base surpassing the seventh level of the Martial King realm. Any one of them would be shocking. The whole Daqin!

And these three things are combined, as long as they are not fools, they are all clearly aware that this Feng Chen is definitely a rising genius in the Great Qin Kingdom!

Over time, it can definitely grow into an extremely powerful fact.

If you can befriend him at this time, you will definitely benefit in the future!

"Feng Chen is definitely not someone who can be accepted as a subordinate. Even Ke Qing has insulted his identity. It is already hard to get a friendship with him!"

"Yes, even if he is dismissive of us, you must let him see our attitude!"

When Chen Feng came down from the ring, the people sent by the big family swarmed up.

After Chen Feng defeated Zhao Zijing before, when they came to solicit Chen Feng, there was still a trace of flatness and even arrogance in their eyes, but at this time, they all became flattering and respectful.

Many people bend their waists when they talk to Chen Feng.

A representative sent by a big family even knelt on the ground and said respectfully to Chen Feng: "Our head of the family heard about Feng's name and ordered the younger one to come and invite him."

"I hope Master Feng can go to the mansion, and my adults will welcome you by sweeping the couch, and welcome you with the most honorable etiquette!"

And the person next to him snorted disdainfully, and said: "Your Patriarch is so arrogant, how dare you to neglect Master Feng so much?"

He looked at Chen Feng and immediately changed his smile, and said flatly, "Master Feng, my Patriarch is waiting outside at this time!"

Chen Feng dealt with them lightly, then turned and left.

He has no plans to join any forces now.

Chen Feng slowly woke up from the calmness of dawn.

He got up, took a bath, burned incense, changed clothes, then put on his large robe, and even put on a cast iron mask on his face.

This mask is not so hideous, but it is cold and ruthless, no one can see the true face of the person behind it through the thick mask.

In fact, since entering the fourth round, Chen Feng has not only ran away wearing clothes, but also prepared a mask for himself.

In this way, it is also for fear of identity leakage.

Even when he spoke, his voice was deliberately hoarse.

Chen Feng didn't want to let people know that Feng Chen was himself. He had enough limelight. It would be useless to show up again. He could only attract the envy of others suddenly, and he might cause trouble for himself.

Then Chen Feng walked out of the house slowly and walked slowly in the direction of the Alchemist Association.

He step by step, his speed is not fast, and he didn't use any strength, just like an ordinary person, walking forward.

At this time, the sky was still early, but there were already people coming and going on the street.

The various attitudes in the market showed one by one, Chen Feng did not deliberately look at it, but nothing around him escaped his ears and eyes.

As he walked, Chen Feng felt that he seemed to be walking in a very long scroll.

At the beginning, there was a sense of alienation, but later, it was actually integrated into this picture scroll.

Chen Feng was shocked suddenly, and then stepped out of the picture before breaking free from the picture scroll.

Raising his eyes again, he was before the Alchemist Association.

At this time, Chen Feng's mood was already that Gujing did not wave, and in calm, he had a vague understanding!

At this time, Chen Feng felt that his state of mind had already been adjusted to its peak state.

Because today is the day of the final battle of the Alchemists, the seventh round!

Today, Chen Feng's opponent is Shi Xiaohouye!

Chen Feng had arrived early enough, but there were already thousands of people sitting around the arena and above the stands.

At this time, the arena has been removed, and only one is left, but the stands around the arena have not been reduced in the slightest, densely packed, enough to hold tens of thousands of people.

Seeing Chen Feng's arrival, a burst of exclamation erupted from the crowd, and many people cheered, seeming to cheer for Chen Feng.

There was no expression on Chen Feng's face, but he slowly climbed onto the ring, sat cross-legged on one side, and waited with his eyes closed.

There were more and more people, and later, the stands of tens of thousands of people were already full, leaving no gaps.

The Pharmacist Competition is an annual event in Wuyang City. At the time of the finals, about half of the dignitaries in the Great Qin Kingdom will come to watch it in person.

This time, most of them came, except for the four great princes and some powerful hermit families, almost all came, even the five great families.

Chen Feng glanced at it and saw a familiar figure on it.

Yu Wenjia, Yu Wenzhen.

The reason why so many people came was because this time a genius that had not been seen in a century emerged from the Alchemist Competition.

Less than twenty years old, the item alchemist, plus the seven-fold cultivation base that surpassed the martial arts, almost blasted the entire Great Qin Emperor Wuyang City.

Everyone is talking about this topic, everyone is talking about this person, and everyone knows that this young man named Feng Chen is a rare genius in a century.

Chen Feng waited for more than an hour before his opponent arrived late.

Lord Shi Xiaohou, among the young talents who participated in the competition, was the only sixth-rank alchemist.

The smile on Lord Shi Xiaohou's face was very gentle, and he looked very indifferent, but the proud color on the corners of his eyes and brows could not be concealed.

When he looked at Chen Feng, he carried a strong downward look. Obviously, he did not regard Chen Feng as an opponent of the same level.

Chen Feng got up, walked to Master Shi Xiaohou, and stretched out his right hand to shake hands with him.

Chen Feng actually had no other meaning, just the most basic etiquette.

This is undoubtedly friendly, but Master Shi Xiaohou just as if he hadn't seen it, with his hands behind his back, raising his face and looking at the sky in the distance with a proud expression.

Chen Feng's hands were frozen in the air, and then he slowly shook his head, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

Master Shi Xiaohou looked at him slantingly, and said lightly: "Feng Chen, you want to be nice to me, don't you?"

"Tell you, it's no use, now you want to show me well, it's too late."

"The two of us are rivals. The Mahayana Soul-forging Pill and the title of the first alchemist are the ones I have to win. Therefore, I will not show any mercy to you."

Chen Feng shook his head and said lightly: "I just want to shake my hand, I don't want you to keep my hand."

"Ha, your untouchable mouth is quite hard!" Shi Xiaohouye immediately turned his face and smiled coldly: "If you didn't show me good and want me to keep your hand, why did you suddenly do this?"