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The Alchemy Competition would be held in the South Fire Square in the center of the city. The South Fire Plaza was extremely wide, and was a circular square with a diameter of more than five kilometers. Surrounding the square were rows of seats that extended upwards.

Ah'Bao suddenly saw a portrait of himself on the wall. This was a wanted poster.

After some investigation, they found out that Po's name was originally Qi Yun's registered room in the inn. After he came out from the Nine Dragons Cauldron, Po had also registered his name in the inn as well. This was the rule for lodging; everyone had to register their name.

"Damn it, want to arrest me? "Looks like I can't stay in this Southfire City any longer. I need to think of a way to get out of the city." Ah'Bao was 1.7m tall, and he was very muscular. A long robe covered his entire body, and a bamboo hat covered Ah'Bao's face. As long as Ah'Bao didn't deliberately expose himself, no one would notice. After all, the Alchemy Competition had already begun, and much of the energy of the South Fire Sect was spent on it.

"Make way, make way." At this time, a pair of patrols appeared out of nowhere, each of them holding a portrait of Ah'Bao in their hands, and they started checking the area one by one.

Ah'Bao hastily disappeared into the crowd, heading towards the South Fire Plaza. Only by sneaking in the South Fire Plaza would these patrols be unable to find him.

In front of the plaza, there was a pair of cultivators from the South Fire Martial School guarding it. Leading them was an Immortal Soul stage expert. Ah'Bao was slightly surprised, but he still followed the crowd and walked up.

"Check the tickets."

Just the admission ticket alone was fifty Spirit Stones, and this square could accommodate one million people. Just the entrance ticket alone was enough to earn the entire Southern Fire Sect a huge profit. In addition to the registration fee, every Alchemy Competition in the South Fire Sect would be extremely profitable.

Po handed over a sign with a string of numbers on it. This was the sign that Qi Yun received when he went to register a few days ago. Only those who participated in alchemy had this sign.

When the Immortal Soul stage cultivator saw this, he laughed and said, "Ha, so you're here to participate in the convention. Come in quickly."

Ah'Bao sneered. The identity of an alchemist was indeed extraordinary. He could be respected wherever he went. This Immortal Soul Stage expert was very polite to him, giving him a sense of goodwill.

Upon entering the public square, Ah Bao saw that a sea of people had already gathered in the middle of the square. When Ah Bao stepped onto the top of the stairs, there was no longer any space left. He walked to the highest spot and found a place to squat.

Suddenly, on the plaza, a referee held a loudspeaker magic tool in his hand and said, "Number 5278, if you're not there yet, please enter the arena quickly. The preliminaries will begin in ten minutes, and if you're not there within ten minutes, you'll be deemed as forfeiting."

"5278", isn't that the number on my plate? Ah'Bao thought for a moment, but still went up. In this square, there were tens of thousands of people, and no one would pay attention to him. Ah'Bao boldly walked up, handing his number plate to the referee.

At the most important position in the plaza, there was a tall platform. On the tall platform, there were six people. Among the six people, five of them were old men. There was only one young man.

The five old men and women were all dressed differently. They were all wearing golden, green, blue, red, and yellow Daoist robes. The young cultivator was dressed in white, had a head of white hair, was expressionless, and was wearing a cold white robe.

It was a pity that Ah'Bao couldn't see so far away. Ah'Bao's location was at the edge of the plaza, more than four miles away from this high platform.

This was an old man standing on the stage in the center of the square. This old man wore a fiery red daoist robe, and on his chest, there was the picture of a cauldron, and around this small cauldron, there were eight golden pillars. Those who were close to the cauldron could clearly see this, and their faces all changed, this was the vice president of the Alchemist Association, a Grade Eight Alchemist, Qin Yang.

Just like that, Qin Yang stood on the high platform and bowed respectfully towards the six people. Especially when he saw Liu Zichen, his expression was especially solemn.

Liu Zichen indifferently said, "Since everyone is here, let's begin."

"Yes." "Yes," Qin Yang answered respectfully and turned around. He did not have a sound amplifying tool in his hand. The corners of his mouth moved as his loud and clear voice spread throughout the entire square.

This is the material for refining a tier 1 medicinal pill. Within an hour, as long as the youth group is successful, it will be able to advance to the next round, and the annual group needs to refine it within 15 minutes before it can be promoted to the next round. In the competition, no one is allowed to be disturbed, or else they will be expelled from the competition, and the serious cases will be handled by the law enforcement agencies.

As soon as Qin Yang finished speaking, many of the alchemists started to fight.

Because there were too many alchemists and alchemists participating in the competition, they used this method of mixing matches. Otherwise, it would take a few months for all these tens of thousands of people to finish competing in the first round. The competition would end in ten days, and within ten days, the top ten would be doomed.

When Ah'Bao took out the Nine Dragon Cauldron, a silver light flashed on his right index finger. This Nine Dragon Cauldron looked simple and unadorned, just like an ordinary cauldron. Ah'Bao used the Cloud Ring to completely conceal the aura coming from the Nine Dragon Cauldron, and the surrounding alchemists were all busy concocting their own pills, so they didn't notice Ah'Bao.

Ah'Bao heaved a sigh of relief. With his spiritual sense spread out, he was surrounded by alchemists, but he didn't notice the appearance of any alchemists.

When he walked to Ah'Bao's side, he saw that the Nine Dragon Cauldron's expression had also changed, but the random change returned to normal. Ah'Bao was currently concocting pills, so it was inconvenient to disturb him, and furthermore, he found that the Nine Dragon Cauldron was a little different from the others, but he could not find anything different about it.

On the high platform in the center of the square, a red-robed elder could be seen looking at the tens of thousands of alchemists and alchemists.

The black and yellow robed old man laughed and said, "Why the hell are you in such a hurry? This is only a preliminary competition, why are you in such a hurry to find an heir? There are still quite a few rounds left.

Pointing at the old man in the black robe, he said, "Li Jun, mind your own business. Hmph, didn't you come this time to win over some talented alchemists?" "Let me tell you, within the territory of the South Fire Sect, don't even think about becoming an alchemist within the top ten!"

"What are you making such a ruckus about? He's already so old, how is he supposed to behave like a child?" The moment the Taoist-robed elder spoke, he lowered his head.