Chapter 262: Melancholy Zhao Yanping

Sang Jianmu was so excited that he burst into tears and kept saying, "It was not in vain to come to the East Wilderness."

Guan Puhe ordered someone to invite Sang Jianmu to the VIP stage to wait for the next assessment.

As soon as Sang Jianmu stepped onto the VIP stage, he felt the presence of the prison formation that day. He looked at Wang Tao with an inquiring look, but Wang Tao just shrugged and smiled, indicating that the matter had nothing to do with him.

After the last two rounds of contestants had participated in the preliminary rounds, less than 30% of the contestants remained.

The rematch will be held half an hour later.

The contestants participating in the rematch came to the VIP stage to gather when the assembly bell rang. Guan Puhe still stared at the people in the audience with the appearance of a kind elder.

Zhao Yanping looked at Wang Tao with sinister and cold eyes, and looked at his lower abdomen from time to time.

Wang Tao seemed to be looking at a young girl in the audience, and he was concentrating on her.

The girl looked very much like Que Erlan, and her face could not be seen clearly from a distance.

At this moment, she was standing on tiptoe and trying to look at Wang Tao, but it seemed that she could not get close because of the layers of people.

Is it Lan'er or not? If it is Lan'er, then she will definitely try her best to come to him.

Wang Tao took a quick look at her and saw that there was no expert restraining the girl, and basically confirmed that it was not Que Erlan.

Guan Puhe judged from the state of the two people that the fried meatballs should be the behavior of the Zhao family against Wang Tao.

Wang Tao, the silly boy, had no idea.

Although the poison was not life-threatening, he could not successfully participate in the semi-finals to get treatment. First he lost the game, and then it was convenient for the Zhao family to further poison him.

Zhao Yanping, the heir, had been crossed out in Guan Puhe's mind. The Dan Palace must not let such a narrow-minded and unscrupulous person inherit.

At this moment, Guan Puhe was confused again. It was too difficult to find another young man with high alchemy talent in the East Wilderness.

The old man was even a little sad, feeling that fate had played such a big joke on him.

The topic of the semi-finals was relatively free. Each person chose a high-level or higher elixir to refine, and there was only one chance.

The intermediate alchemists present accounted for less than half of the participants.

The success rate of intermediate alchemists in refining high-level elixirs is about 60-70%.

As for the success rate of primary alchemists, it is also 50%.

This is not only a comparison of probability, but also depends on each person's familiarity with elixirs.

Most people chose the high-level elixir they are best at, including Zhao Yanping who also took a copy of the materials for the Shangqing Yuye Meidan.

Wang Tao casually glanced at the elixir table in front of him, and suddenly saw that the materials for the Taishi Chiyang Magic Pill were closest to his hand, so he grabbed a few handfuls to make up.

The onlookers were boiling with excitement, and most of the people in the front were alchemists who were eliminated in the preliminary round.

But the eliminated alchemists are also alchemists, and most of them still know the formula of the ultimate elixir, the Taishi Chiyang Magic Pill.

Unbelievable voices came one after another: "Fuck, is it true? Wang Tao, that monster, actually wants to refine the ultimate elixir in public?"

"This is really a bold man with great skills!"

"There is only one chance, this is a god-like confidence!"

Zhao Yanping glared at the people who were making noises in the audience with disgust. They used to praise him generously.

[To be honest, I have been using reading books to keep up with the latest updates recently, switching sources, and reading aloud with many voices. Android and Apple are both available. ]

This group of capricious and despicable villains said that they put themselves on a high position of gods and accepted everyone's worship.

The ancestral precepts of the Zhao family only allow the eldest son to manage family affairs and obtain the largest distribution of benefits in the family.

Compared with Zhao Yancheng, the ruffian, and Zhao Yankang, the waste, he is the young generation of the Zhao family who is most suitable to be the head of the family.

The goal his father set for him since he was a child was to snatch the head of the family back from the hands of the eldest son.

Today he can only be the first! No matter what means he uses.