Chapter 542

"Then why is he so fast?" The new young alchemist asked very naively.

The old qualified alchemist beside him was a little confused, but he still said very seriously, "what do you know? Before, it was slow work, but now it is to speed up the progress. Don't you see that Zhang Wenxuan is already so fast? Fang Lin naturally needs to speed up the progress, otherwise it's bad to be left too much."

The new young alchemist looked at the old qualified alchemist strangely, but he didn't ask any more.

At the moment, Fang Lin's speed has indeed accelerated, even three points faster than that of Zhang Wenxuan.

Of course, in the eyes of outsiders, the movements of both hands have been indescribably fast, but in the eyes of insiders, Fang Lin's movements are even faster than Zhang Wenxuan.

However, Zhang Wenxuan is the first to start after all. Even if the speed behind Fang Lin accelerates, Zhang Wenxuan is still the first to put all the herbs into the Dan stove.

Bang!

Zhang Wenxuan covered the stove and suddenly patted the stove. Suddenly, the fire rose and almost wrapped the whole stove.

So far, Zhang Wenxuan's steps are very ordinary, and he has not shown any unique means.

After Fang Lin put the last kind of medicine into the Dan stove, the Dan stove was also turned off, and the blue flame was blazing.

For a time, the temperature in the hall increased a lot. Zhang Wenxuan and Fang Lin both glanced at each other, and a smile appeared on the corners of their mouths.

"Alchemy alone, without fighting fire, is not it boring?" Zhang Wenxuan said. At the same time, with a wave of his palm, the red flame on the Dan stove turned into a big hand and went towards Fang Lin.

Fang Lin was not afraid at all. He patted the Dan stove gently, and suddenly the blue flame turned into a sharp sword.

"Great control!" Someone nearby gave a sigh of praise.

The sharp sword cut out and split the big hand of the flame into two. Not only that, the long sword of the flame went straight to Zhang Wenxuan with a burning breath.

"Well come!" Zhang Wenxuan shouted loudly, and the flame in front of him became more vigorous. Between waving his hands, the flame continued to condense, and he turned into a giant.

No, a flaming giant, floating on Zhang Wenxuan's Dante stove, is very powerful, not angry.

When the flame sword came, the giant blew out a punch, which directly smashed the flame sword and scattered it.

This scene made everyone marvel. It was really a wonderful contest, and it didn't seem boring at all. The process of fighting fire was enough to feast people's eyes.

The flame sword broke away, but Fang Lin didn't seem to be panicked at all. He didn't even blink his eyes, as if he hadn't seen it at all.

"Huh?" At this time, Zhang Wenxuan realized that something was wrong. The blue flames that broke out unexpectedly changed again and became fists.

Bang bang!!!!

Flame fists constantly bombarded the giant. Zhang Wenxuan looked ugly and kept controlling the flame giant to fight back, but these fists were too many, dense and defenseless.

Finally, the flame giant collapsed. Zhang Wenxuan's face was ugly. He shouted loudly and immediately took back the scattered flames. At the same time, his hands turned around, and these flames gathered together again.

"Let me show you the real means of Zhang Wenxuan!" Zhang Wenxuan said, and his expression became particularly dignified.

I saw that the flames floating in front of Zhang Wenxuan unexpectedly constituted ancient and complex words.

To condense words with flames requires extremely accurate control over flames, otherwise it is simply difficult to do so.

Not only that, these words condensed in flames are ancient and mysterious, and each word seems to have some power.

Seeing this, Fang Lin frowned slightly and felt a little surprised.

"An ancient article of Dan Dao?" Fang Lin secretly said in his heart that he didn't take action for the time being, but looked at Zhang Wenxuan with great interest.

"This is... And everyone present was also attracted by the scene here by Zhang Wenxuan, especially the ancient words condensed by flames, as if with some strange attraction, which made the alchemists present unable to stop.

Even people as strong as Chen Yongnian have bright eyes. Zhang Wenxuan's skill has never been used in front of people, and they have seen it for the first time.

There were eighteen words condensed by fire. Seeing only eighteen words, Fang Lin immediately lost interest. He thought that this piece of Wenxuan could condense a complete ancient Dantao, which turned out to be only eighteen words.

If Zhang Wenxuan knew Fang Lin's idea, he would certainly vomit blood with anger. These eighteen ancient Dantao essays are the limit of Zhang Wenxuan's ability to condense. Each more word condenses, it will be more difficult to control the flame. If there is another word, Zhang Wenxuan will lose his palm control of the flame.

Moreover, these eighteen ancient characters have reached the limit of Zhang Wenxuan's comprehension. Although he has obtained a piece of Dandao ancient characters, most of them cannot be understood. Only these eighteen ancient characters, which he can thoroughly understand through the classics, can he display them.

"Fang Lin, how do you deal with it?" Zhang Wenxuan sneered. These eighteen ancient characters were condensed by soul life Dan fire, and their power was unpredictable, enough to make any four cauldron alchemist change color.

Fang Lin seemed very relaxed and grinned: "it's only eighteen ancient characters, and that's it? I'll show you what the real Dandao ancient characters are!"

After that, the blue flame in front of Fang Lin quickly surged, and ancient and mysterious words condensed out.

"What?"

"My God? Fang Lin can even do this?"

"Let people live?"

"It's incredible."

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Zhang Wenxuan's whole person is not good. Fang Lin can also condense Dan ancient prose, and looks much easier than himself.

"This is impossible!" Zhang Wenxuan roared, his eyes red, regardless of others, directly urged the 18 ancient words of fire in front of him to go towards Fang Lin.

These eighteen ancient words of flame exude a terrible smell, as if they represent the oldest Dan Dao.

"It's just an unsophisticated Dandao ancient article. Dare you be presumptuous in front of me?" Fang Lin hissed. Although there were only ten words in front of him, these ten words were emitting light and had an unusual breath.

Hum!!!!

As soon as Zhang Wenxuan's 18 ancient Chinese characters came near, they immediately dimmed like a mouse meeting a cat, and retreated directly without going forward.

"Your ancient Dantao is too bad. You'd better watch mine." Fang Lin laughed, and with a wave of his hand, ten ancient words of fire roared away.

At this moment, Zhang Wenxuan's face showed a look of horror. He seemed to see a great power of Dan Dao, which could not be imagined in ancient times, coming towards him.
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