The No. 10 alchemy platform became the focus of attention of the audience.

Under Custer's strength, everyone felt that Ip Mantian was just making a final struggle.

"Boy, you get out of the way for me!" Custer was not polite at all, and almost couldn't help but reach out and push Ye Wentian away.

A strange smile appeared on the corner of Ye Wentian's mouth, and he turned slightly sideways, exposing the beaker full of spiritual liquid to Custer.

The moment he saw the beaker up close, Custer suddenly felt his heart skip a beat, the spiritual liquid in the beaker was obviously twice as much as that that Fried had refined, and the faint aura emitted did not look like a fraud at all.

However, at this point, Custer has driven himself and Ip Man Tian to the edge of the cliff, and no one can turn back.

Eventually, only one person will be able to stand, and the other will fall off a cliff.

Who could this person be?

Castel picked up the beaker with the last chance of luck.

"Hold it steady, don't spill it!" Ye Wentian's sharp gaze forced over, reminding Custer not to move.

Custer took a deep breath and put the crystal rod into the spiritual fluid.

"Don't react, don't react!" Castor was nervous, silently thinking to himself.

The crystal rod can only test the ichor, and will not react to any other substance.

Kevin and Fried also looked nervously at the crystal rod.

However, it backfired, and the rich cyan pillar of light swooped up, rising at a terrifying speed.

Custer's hand shook and he almost threw the beaker out, his face already darkened, like the bottom of a pot.

The cyan pillar of light rushed past 32 in an instant like a wild horse, and Kevin's face turned pale.

Then he rushed past 44, and Fried's green nails clawed at the alchemy table, leaving a trail of marks.

The pillar of light kept going, soaring all the way, leaving 50, 60, and 80 behind.

Finally, in the disbelief of the audience, the pillar of light suddenly reached the top, and there was a crisp sound at the 100 position, which was the sound of the pillar of light rising too fast and colliding with the crystal rod.

"What's going on, old thing, what else do you have to say now?" Ye Wentian teased, really longing to look up to the sky and laugh three times.

"This can't be!" Custer's first reaction was to deny it, the second reaction was to dip the spiritual liquid in the beaker into his mouth, and the third reaction was to take three steps back away from Ip Mantian.

"Now, loudly announce, is the spiritual liquid I refined real or fake?" Ye Wentian stepped down from the alchemy platform step by step and forced towards Cust.

"Father!" Kevin called out urgently.

Custer's face was like ashes, as if he had been hit hard: "I declare that Ye Wentian has not cheated, the unit of spiritual fluid is 100, the loss is 0, and the conversion rate is 100%. His voice was completely undulating, as if it were mechanical.

"What? I don't believe it, I don't believe it, I don't believe it!" Kevin suddenly roared wildly, banging the alchemy table, like madness.

"Uncle Custer, what are you talking about?" Fried strode down.

"I said that the unit of the ichor is 100, and the loss is 0. Custer repeated stiffly.

The audience was in an uproar......

"Did I hear it wrong, the loss is 0, what does this mean?

"Ah, my eyes! What do I see, eleven-year-old god alchemist! Kill me, God!"

"Kevin really hit the iron plate this time, he won't really pick up the soap, this is just the first round, will he not be able to stand the blow and give up directly?"

Ye Wentian smiled and said: "Fried, now that you hear clearly, do you regret giving me a war letter now? We are not people of the same rank at all, and you are not worthy of being my enemy at all." ”

"You!" Fried's green nails popped out instantly, and he grabbed Ye Wentian's neck fiercely.

Ye Wentian didn't dodge, but instead sent his neck up: "You dare to ignore the code formulated by Lord Feiyue?"

The claws stopped a centimeter from his neck, and Fried's face turned blue and pale, and fire was about to burst out of his seven orifices, and the hatred in his eyes could almost condense into substance.

On the No. 9 alchemy platform, little Wendy finally breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at Ye Wentian's eyes full of admiration.

The god alchemist is the object of worship of all alchemists, and that is close to the existence of faith.

That's why Custer was so psychologically devastated, offending the divine alchemist, he couldn't imagine how his family would get mixed in the alchemy world in the future.

At this moment, a discordant voice rang out: "He's not a god alchemist!

Ye Wentian suddenly turned his head and looked in the direction of the voice, his sharp eyes like a sword.

The person who spoke turned out to be the money shopkeeper of the pawnshop in heaven and earth.

The chubby money shopkeeper's face was stern at this time, and a pair of small eyes revealed a faint essence, pointing at Ye Wentian and said: "I know how he cheats, I want to expose his lies, he is not a god alchemist at all, and it is impossible for such a young god alchemist to exist in this world." ”

The silver-haired girl on the roof was full of excitement: "This time it was really not in vain, I didn't expect such an interesting thing to happen in the seventh district, with twists and turns, exactly the same as in the novel." ”

A word seemed to be a flame of hope that illuminated Custer's gloomy heart.

Custer's empty eyes revealed surprise, anger and a hint of jealousy, and his face immediately turned rosy: "Qian Mancang, what are you talking about? Don't lie to me!"

"Shopkeeper Money, are you telling the truth? If you can expose this kid, I, Fried, owe you a favor!"

"Money Shopkeeper, if you can really expose him, the Hand of God Guild owes you once!" Custer was like a drowning man grasping at a life-saving straw.

Ye Wentian looked at the shopkeeper coldly, and said word by word: "You are also surnamed Qian, your name is Qian Mancang?" and then looked up at the signboard of the Heavenly Emperor's pawnshop, and seemed to understand something.

Qian Mancang walked over with square steps, took the beaker and sniffed it, looked at it carefully again, and then said loudly: "Let me tell you the secret." In fact, he is not an alchemist at all, and he doesn't even know basic alchemy, even if he is an alchemy apprentice, he is stronger than him. ”

Wave after wave of unevenness, everyone was aroused by the full position of money.

Qian Mancang looked at everyone's reactions with satisfaction and continued: "The reason why he can completely refine spirit stones with a conversion rate of up to 100% is not because he is an alchemist, but because of his unique martial spirit!

"Golden Hand?" everyone, including Custer, looked confused, they had never heard of this kind of martial spirit at all.

Qian Mancang pointed to Ye Wentian's left hand: "That's right, it's the golden hand! This is a very rare but extremely unique martial spirit, which does not belong to the known six major martial spirit systems. Although this kind of martial spirit has no attack power, it has an innate talent, that is, 'Igniting'! Turning the spirit stone into spiritual liquid is extremely fast, and there is no loss. After a pause, he let everyone digest it for a while, and then continued, "He used this talent to cheat in the game!"