Chapter 175 Chapter 175
The red robe was raised, and everyone saw the red shadow on the stage passing by, and a figure fell off the stage with an exclamation.
"what!"
A pharmacist fell to the ground in embarrassment, and was scratched by the sharp stone on the ground. Because of the wrong way to land, he couldn't stand up after this fall. ? ? Eight? One Chinese? w8w?w?. 18?1?z?w. com
On the stage, the young man in red stood with his robe lightly raised, and the mask with Manzhu Shahua in full bloom reflected a dazzling light in the sunlight. Everyone only saw a smile that was not a smile on his lips. Intentionally, there was a cold and evil spirit all over his body, and he looked at the middle-aged pharmacist who was sitting in a state of confusion under the stage with contempt.
Ling Mohan, who was sitting on the stage, saw this scene, his deep black pupils swept through a dim light and stared at the cold and evil figure, and saw the figure suddenly turned around and faced him without warning. His piercing eyes.
At that moment, the light in his eyes dissipated, and Yijing sat upright, with an old-fashioned face and a calm expression.
Feng Jiu glanced at him in surprise, and felt that this uncle was also a deeply hidden person. She also has many contacts with him, but it seems that every contact can reveal a different him. In the end, what kind of person will he really be?
Everyone on the stage just glanced at the pharmacist who fell down and came to stand on stage without paying any attention. The middle-aged man secretly pushed the young man in red, and many people saw it. Therefore, he was arrested. The young man in red kicked down, and there was no fuss.
And the head of the family where the middle-aged pharmacist belongs had a gloomy face and waved his hand: "Send the person down the mountain!"
Staring gloomily at the red figure, because they knew that the other party was from the black market, they didn't dare to blatantly make trouble with the other party.
A middle-aged man next to the pile of medicinal herbs on the stage gave each person a medicine list, and said in a calm voice: "Pick out the medicinal materials on the list. Eliminate, start!"
As soon as the voice fell, the pharmacists on the stage were picking up medicines from the list in their hands, while scrambled for medicines on the medicine table. The red-clothed boy wearing the medicine blue, frowned slightly.
Feng Jiu turned her head slightly and smiled at the other party. After a while, ten people won. After the others were eliminated, they immediately entered the final competition. The potions were dispensed on the spot. The higher the rank, the rarer the winner.
Looking at the dozens of medicinal herbs placed on the table, Feng Jiu began to prepare it. Her preparation method was different from others, and even if others saw it, they would not be able to learn it.
Because it's like a modern experiment, layer by layer after processing and refining, it is finally formulated and formed. After she prepared a bottle of green liquid, she walked up to the eight judges of the Apothecary Guild and placed the potion in front of them.
"Please check."
"This is a potion? What a beautiful color." One of the female judges in her thirties looked at the half bottle of potion in the transparent bottle in amazement, a little incredible.
"Beautiful and elegant sister, this is indeed a potion, and the old man is innocent."
She blinked at her, and the charming smile and the serene smile in her eyes made the 30-year-old female pharmacist blushed, and a look of embarrassment appeared on her face.
Seeing this scene, Ling Mohan frowned slightly and thought to himself: This child is really not good!