Huang Hao stood on the ring and looked at the confrontation between the two brothers of the Ang family in a cold manner, but he felt a secret sigh in his heart.

Why is the difference between the two of the two of them so huge in front of Ang Bin? In front of Ang Bin, the second young master Ang Xiu was always led by Ang Bin, and he was caught in pain in a few words. In this case, Huang Hao believed that if Ang Bin grasped Ang Xiu's pain in his words, it would be very likely that Ang Xiu would be in chaos, and even make a fool of himself in public.

However, Ang Bin obviously did not intend to do this. When Ang Xiu suggested that the competition start, Ang Bin also nodded and said, "Since that's the case, let's witness whether my demon clan is really inferior to human cultivators."

As expected, she is worthy of being the heir to the next head of the Ang family who is most popular. As soon as Ang Bin spoke, he once again put himself in the righteousness. In contrast, Ang Xiu is really like a clown who jumps over the beam, a man who exalts the ambition of human beings and destroys the mighty of the demon clan... No, a demon traitor.

Ang Xiu's face was extremely ugly. He obviously realized his embarrassing position. However, he didn't care. In the demon clan, strength has always been the most respectful, and everything in terms of racial justice is bullshit in front of strength. As long as Song Hu killed Brooke on the ring, the eldest young master Angbin would naturally be discredited. On the contrary, the family members who originally supported Angbin would definitely turn against him.

Only Ang Xiu himself knew that although Song Hu was nominally a poison master, he knew how to refine "elixirs". When he first met Song Hu, Song Hu refined several "elixirs" in front of him. The effect of the "elixirs" was far more powerful than swallowing spiritual medicine directly.

At that time, once Song Hu's identity as an alchemist is announced, it will definitely impress those clan elders and thus support their position as the head of the Ang family. After all, there are no alchemists in this world now. If you have the subordinates of Song Hu, the alchemist, and you will have the trump card of victory.

"Since that's the case, then let's start." The demon cultivator in the clan's elders stood up, and then waved his hand, and a team of demon cultivators immediately brought a series of objects to the ring.

Huang Hao and Song Hu each placed several long tables in front of each table, and countless spiritual medicines were placed on each table, and each spiritual medicine was extremely precious. If you compare it carefully, you can find that the number, type and year of the spiritual medicines in front of them were exactly the same.

Huang Hao is not surprised by this. In this closed world, the most unabashed thing is spiritual medicine. Song Hu's eyes were filled with green light and a greedy look appeared in his eyes.

He can bring out so many spiritual medicines just for a fight. If Song Hu killed Brooke and became a celebrity in the Ang family, wouldn’t he be able to get more spiritual medicines?

For a moment, Song Hu looked at Huang Hao and became even more dangerous.

"The rules of this competition are very simple. You each use the spiritual medicine on the long table to make up your most powerful poison and an antidote. Then, you two each take each other's poison, and then use the antidote they make to make up. If they are all resolved, start refining until one of them is poisoned to death."

The leader of the clan said slowly, and the sensation in the voice made everyone present feel shocked.

Only one of them can survive this arena competition!

At the same time, Ang Bin, who was sitting in the seat, frowned slightly, and looked at the clan elder who spoke with a solemn expression: "The elder, it seems that the rules originally set are not like this."

The Great Elder's expression was indifferent: "The rules of my demon clan are the prey of the weak. Only when the waves wash away the sand can we obtain real talents."

"Yes, brother, you proposed this ring battle. Could it be that as the proposer of the battle, you can't afford to lose?" At the same time, a joking voice sounded, but Ang Xiu spoke with a sinister smile.

"I understand." Ang Bin took a deep breath, and his frown gradually stretched out: "My good second brother, you really didn't disappoint my elder brother."

"Hahaha, brother, you underestimate your younger brother too much." Ang Xiu smiled coldly, his head approached Ang Bin, and said in a voice that only two people could hear: "The quota of the Ancestral Demon Cave is not so active."

Ang Bin suddenly chuckled. He patted Ang Xiu on the shoulder without saying a word, but anyone could see that Ang Bin's gaze had already revealed a sense of coldness without any concealment.

Regarding the attitude of the two brothers, the elder just glanced lightly, and as if he hadn't seen it, his gaze like a falcon fell on the ring: "Do you have any objections to this rule?"

"No objection!" Song Hu smiled, feeling as if he was sure to win.

With Song Hu's statement, everyone's eyes fell on Huang Hao.

Ang Bin looked at Huang Hao with some complex eyes. At this moment, he was as selfish as he was, and there was also a look of apology in his eyes.

"Bruke, I'm secretly. If I lose, I will save my life. With me here, no one can hurt you!" A sound of immortal consciousness sounded in Huang Hao's ears.

Huang Hao's eyes were slightly condensed, and he looked at Ang Bin deeply, and then he smiled.

“I don’t make sense either.”

The next moment, Huang Hao said calmly.

Ang Bin's eyes flashed slightly, but then he chuckled, his body leaning lazily on the chair as before, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Okay, since there is no objection, then let's start." As he spoke, the elder waved his hand and immediately a demon cultivator brought an incense burner. A stick of incense was inserted into the incense burner. At this moment, the incense was already calm, and a stream of blue smoke drifted in the wind.

"This incense stick is burning out for exactly two hours. When the two hours arrive, no matter whether you send or not you distribute poisons and antidotes, you must stop." The elder said solemnly: "Okay, the competition begins!"

As the Great Elder finished speaking, Song Hu on the stage moved immediately. A green light flashed at his fingertips, and a bronze alchemy furnace was taken out of the storage ring by him and landed on the ground.

Seeing this alchemy furnace, everyone in the audience exclaimed.

"Song Hu actually took out the alchemy furnace!"

"I once heard from my elders that when an alchemist refining elixirs, he needs an alchemy furnace as a container. Could it be that Song Hu actually wants to refine elixirs?"

"Is it possible that Song Hu is actually an alchemist? If this is true, Lord Brooke may be really no match."

...

Flashes of discussion kept ringing. At this moment, Huang Hao, the many demon cultivators who were originally full of confidence in Huang Hao were sweating.

On the other side, Huang Hao looked at Song Hu who had taken out the alchemy furnace, but his face remained calm, as if he was not surprised at all.

Just the next moment, a blue light suddenly flashed from Huang Hao's fingertips.

"Look, Lord Brooke is about to start."

"I just don't know what happened to Lord Brooke. Will he take out an alchemy furnace?"

For a moment, many people looked forward to it and looked at Huang Hao without blinking.

But the next moment, cold sweat suddenly flowed on many people's faces. It was seen that what Huang Hao took out of the storage ring was not an alchemy furnace, but a dark boiler.

A black big pot made of unknown material, plus a dark stove!

"Puff—whahaha—"

"Hahaha, I'm so laughing."

"Do you think refining medicine is cooking, one pot and one stove are really a perfect match."

"Now, let's see how this guy Brooke stepped down!"

"Hmph, what are you going to get off the stage? The rules of this competition are divided into life and death. I'm afraid he will die directly on it in a while."

This time, the discussion was about the demon cultivators from the Second Young Master's Sect, especially the group of people who had been taught a lesson by Huang Hao for giving way. Their words were extremely vicious, as if they wanted Huang Hao to explode immediately.

"Hahaha, brother, is your subordinates okay?" Ang Xiu looked at Ang Bin jokingly, mocking her with all her best.

"Let's wait and see." Ang Bin glanced at him, his expression was extremely indifferent.

"boom--"

At this moment, a burst of explosion immediately attracted everyone's attention.

A flame appeared in Song Hu's hand. The flame was like a dragon, leaving Song Hu's palm and instantly rushed into the alchemy furnace. The roar was the heat that instantly filled the entire alchemy furnace after the flame entered the alchemy furnace.

"That is the fire of true essence!" The insightful demon cultivator almost said: "Human immortal essence can evolve into the fire of true essence, but our demon power cannot. Moreover, human control of flames is far more refined than that of our demon cultivators. This is also the reason why alchemists cannot appear in the demon clan."

Hearing this person's explanation, everyone nodded thoughtfully, and their eyes looked at Song Hu became eager.

Feeling the eager gazes of many demon cultivators around him, Song Hu's heart was so beautiful. He looked at Huang Hao who was pouring water into the big pot with mocking expression, and then his expression became solemn, and the immortal energy suddenly poured into the alchemy furnace in front of him. Suddenly, the flames in the alchemy furnace continued to rise, like waves, wave after wave, and the shape of an object formed on each wave.

This scene once again made the many demon cultivators below amazed.

"Brook, what are you comparing with me?" Song Hu, surrounded by many shocked eyes, looked at Huang Hao proudly and said sarcastically.

Huang Hao glanced at Song Hu's movements lightly, but Feng Qingyun said lightly: "It's just an embroidered pillow."

After saying that, Huang Hao's star power evolved into a demon power, spitting it at the bottom of the boiler, and immediately igniting the fire.
Chapter completed!