After another half a quarter of an hour, Jiang Yan's pill was also refined. The elixir was turned on and a elixir that was ashes flew out. Wang Jing glanced at it and said, "It's barely considered a fifth grade, but it finally became a pill. I admire it."

Jiang Yan's face turned red and she was very excited. After all, this pill is so difficult, it is already very rare for her to refine it.

Zhou Xiaoxian was in a bad mood, why didn’t Dongming win? This Wu Dong is really a bad thing for her!

She was unhappy, but she still announced: "First place, Wu Dong, second place Jiang Yan, third place Fan Dongming."

After hearing what he said, Wu Dong smiled "hehe": "Envoy Zhou, Wang Jing and Fan Dongming both refined the alchemy. Why is Fan Dongming the third place, not Wang Jing?"

Zhou Xiaoxian's face sank: "I am the messenger, so naturally I have my judgment. If anyone is not convinced, you can go to the fairy to say it."

Wu Dong shrugged and said, "Then reward me with the first place."

Zhou Xiaoxian waved his hand and divided the three prizes to the three people. Wu Dong reached out to pick them up and saw that it was a strange weapon, like a whip and a mace, with countless small holes on it.

Zhou Xiaoxian: "This is a Baicao Whip. It whips Baicao. It can absorb the medicinal properties without hurting the elixir. It is a priceless treasure."

Wu Dong's eyes lit up, and the immortal power penetrated in. Sure enough, he found that there were many small spaces in it that could be used to store medicinal properties. He couldn't help but be overjoyed and shouted: "Good thing!"

Jiang Yan's hand was a elixir furnace, which was even higher-level than what they used. Fan Dongming's was a sword, which was shining with cold light, which was not bad, but it was a hundred and eight thousand miles away from his Baicao Whip.

Zhou Xiaoxian: "Next, we will hold the second competition, the sword art competition. The Five Elements Immortal Sect has produced many powerful sword immortals. The sword art inheritance is also spread throughout the world. I believe many of you have inherited it."

This time, Fan Dongming was the first to stand up and said, "My swordsmanship is still acceptable, please give me advice."

Then, more than 30 people participated in the competition, several times more than the Dandao contest. Of course, Wu Dong also participated. This Baicao Whip is a good thing. I believe that the prizes for the first place in the other four games are not bad, so he will not give up.

Guan Taiyi also participated in this game. During this period, he also asked Wu Dong for advice on swordsmanship and wanted to take the stage to try it out. What if he got a ranking?

Zhou Xiaoxian continued: "This game is still a question given by the fairy. There are three questions in the questions, and each question can be scored. The sum of the scores of the three questions means the total score. Finally, the top three are ranked by the total score."

After saying that, she raised her hand and the question floated into the air. These three questions were not easy. The first question was to write words on the iron wall with a sword. Within ten breaths, whoever wrote more words and the clearest and neat words would score more points. For every hundred words, one point will be obtained.

The second question is that everyone is fighting with flying swords. The more opponents they defeat, the more points they score, and each time they defeat a flying sword, they get one point.

The third question is to practice the five-style sword technique on the spot, and count an hour. Whoever learns more and learns better will score higher.

After reading the title, Wu Dong found it very interesting. He glanced at Fan Dongming, and the guy actually showed a "confidential" expression.

He couldn't help but feel funny and thought to himself, Fan Dongming had probably practiced in advance, right? But even so, he wouldn't be the first.

Zhou Xiaoxian: "The first question is beginning." After the words came, she sent out more than thirty swords, each with one.

Fan Dongming was the first to walk forward, took a sword and followed the article given. The sword light shone. He was very skillful in movements. In ten breaths, he actually wrote more than a thousand words!

In fact, before this, he had practiced this article thousands of times, so he wrote it very well. Practice makes perfect, and the speed is faster.

Then, the rest of them tried, but most of them could only write two or three hundred words, and no one over three hundred. Occasionally, a few of them performed well and could write seven or eight hundred.

You Shaolong is good, and he wrote 900 words. Among them, there are also a few who wrote 900 words, but there is still a difference compared to Fan Dongming.

Wu Dong was the last one to walk up. He came to the iron wall and shook his long sword. He saw a sword cloud rolling on the iron wall, from one end to the other, in an instant, dozens of meters!

On the iron wall, iron powder fell down. After ten breaths, he had filled the entire iron wall, which shocked everyone.

Someone shouted, "I'm taking the exam! I'm full! How many words do I need? Ten thousand? Thirty thousand?"

You Shaolong laughed: "There are 34,000 words! 340!"

Fan Dongming almost fell down again, what? Thirty-four thousand words? He is still a human being? Even if he writes with a pen, it cannot be so fast, right?

Zhou Xiaoxian was unwilling to admit it, but in front of everyone, she had to admit it and immediately wrote down 340 points for Wu Dong.

The second question begins.

Everyone controlled their own flying swords separately, and dozens of flying swords soared into the air. Some people joined forces to attack others, and some people fought alone.

Wu Dong had the sword-controlling technique. His mind moved, and the sword light was as fast as lightning. He saw those flying swords being shaken to the ground, and a large area was clanging.
Chapter completed!