Chapter 997 He is a four-star

Of course, although these viewers were confused, no one asked.

As the patriarch of the Helian family and a major trusted force in Ye Chen in the Hundred Kingdoms, Helian Yuan still has some prestige.

He has no selfish motives whatsoever, regardless of emotion or reason.

After announcing the winner, Helianyuan took a deep breath, and then showed a wry smile. He raised the two pills refined by the mysterious man in his hand, and took the initiative to ask, "These two pills, I think Collect it in a private name and use it as a benchmark for the Tianze Emperor Pill and the Shuntian Dragon Pill to serve as a demonstration for the children of the Helian family."

"random."

The mysterious man spoke calmly, as if he didn't care about it.

In a medicine refining competition, all elixirs refined should belong to the organizer.

Helian Yuan actually didn't need to ask the mysterious man for his opinion.

However, these two elixirs are too shocking, as if they have reached the ultimate level that they can achieve. No matter how amazing other elixirs are, they cannot be compared with them.

That's why Helianyuan made such a request.

"Hiss, he actually..."

"He is He Lianyuan, a four-star alchemist. There is no need to be like this, right?"

"Who knows?"

"Is this building momentum for him?"

"With the power of this mysterious man, I'm afraid he doesn't need others to create momentum, right?"

Many spectators whispered to each other, they were completely shocked by this game.

Many people believe that Zhou Yiming is the youngest three-star alchemist. They dare not say anything else. At the level of a three-star alchemist, almost no one can compare with him. And this mysterious man defeated the opponent easily, at least he is a four-star alchemist. degree.

In the field, several four-star alchemists, including the third elder, all frowned slightly.

They realized that the other side was difficult to deal with.

"Okay, all winners please come up and we will draw lots for the second round."

Helianyuan calmed down and began to announce the following procedures.

After the first round of melee, there were still more than twenty alchemists left.

The one- and two-star alchemists were almost eliminated.

Most of them are three-star alchemists, and a few two-star alchemists.

Although Helianyuan ensured the fairness of the game to a certain extent, the gap between three-star and two-star players was like a chasm. Some things could be restricted, but some things were so deep into their bones that they could not be restricted at all.

None of the alchemists who were eliminated had any complaints.

After all, the simple participation rewards make them very satisfied.

As for the second round of competition, it will only become more intense, and all the alchemists are well prepared.

You must use all means to fight against others.

In Dongzhou, a handsome monk wearing gray robes was walking on the road.

Perhaps because he hadn't eaten for too long, he looked sallow and thin, and looked very embarrassed. He even stumbled a little while walking.

It's freezing cold and snowy.

The monk stumbled to a temple, feeling dizzy with hunger.

Plop.

The monk fell in front of the temple door.

Along the way, he almost came here begging.

It's a pity that this is winter. Although everyone is not going to suffer from famine, it is true that every household does not have much food. They are all hoarding it for the winter. Who would share it with a monk they don't know?

"Abbott, there is a monk outside. It looks like he is starving to death."

A young novice was sweeping snow in the temple yard. When he saw the monk breaking into the temple, he fainted in front of the door. He quickly dropped his broom and ran towards the temple.

Soon, an old monk came out, sniffed the delicate monk's breath, and raised his eyebrows, "Quickly, get him a bowl of hot porridge. It looks like he's starving."

The little novice monk nodded and went to the back kitchen to make a bowl of hot porridge.

The old monk helped the handsome monk up and took him to a side room.

In the side room, charcoal is burning, which is warmer than outside.

The handsome monk frowned, then slowly opened his eyes, looking a little confused, "I...where am I?"

"This is Tianye Temple. My apprentice found you at the door. You were hungry and fainted."

The old monk showed a smile and said, "Old monk, whose name is Yanguang, is the abbot of Tianye Temple. Come, let's have some porridge and rice first. It's relatively light, but it's filling."

With that said, Yanguang brought up a bowl of porridge and placed it in front of the table.

"Thank you, Abbot."

A flash of struggle flashed across the face of the handsome monk. He held his forehead and said with some pain, "I...I can't seem to remember my name. I only know that I am from Zhongzhou."

"Zhongzhou?"

A flash of shock flashed through Yanguang's turbid eyes, "That is the birthplace of my Buddhism. I heard my master's master say that there is a Thousand Buddha Mountain in Zhongzhou, and the Buddhist culture in other regions originated from there. It was spread that you are actually from Zhongzhou!”

"Yes, I only remember these, the rest... I can't remember clearly."

The handsome monk looked pained and shook his head blankly.

"It doesn't matter. Since you can't remember your name, just stay at Tianye Temple until you remember it."

Yanguang laughed gently, "Let me give you a Buddhist name. From now on, you will be called Jingyuan, which means you come from Zhongzhou, the place where Buddhism originated. How about that?"

"Thank you Master for the name."

Monk Jingyuan stood up and kowtowed to Yanguang.

"No hurry, let's drink porridge first."

Yanguang stood up and said, "When you fill your stomach, I will take you to meet your other brothers."

Monk Jingyuan picked up the wooden bowl filled with porridge and rice and drank heavily.

The hot porridge entered his stomach, making him very warm. The coldness he felt along the way seemed to be completely dispelled. The porridge and rice didn't have much flavor, but they were fragrant enough.

After finishing the porridge in one go, Monk Jingyuan wiped his mouth.

He stood up from the bed and said, "Master, I seem to have a scripture here. Take a look."

As he spoke, Monk Jingyuan took out a sutra book from his thick collar. The outer cover of the sutra book was broken and looked very ancient. The moment he took it out, a golden light bloomed.

"this……"

A flash of shock flashed across Yan Guang's pupils.

He couldn't help but take a step forward, reached for the scripture, took a deep breath, and started to read.

A few breaths later, a brilliant golden light burst out from Yanguang's body, breaking through the wing like a divine dragon and piercing into the void, forming unimaginable light and shadow.

For a time, many disciples in the entire Tianye Temple were rushing here.

"what happened?"

"Master, what happened?"

The door to the wing was pushed open, and a dozen monks stood in front of it.

After they saw the golden light around Yanguang, they all froze on the spot.

This golden light is extremely sacred and brilliant.

Especially behind Yanguang's head, there is a Buddha statue more than ten meters high, with a solemn appearance, as if overlooking everything in the world.