Ye Qingtian completely ignored him.
"You..."
Tan Keqin was practically about to explode in anger.
Ultimately, the two Martial Kings present chose to contest for the Spiritual Artifact, while the others naturally went to compete for the Elixir.
"Alas!"
Ye Qingtian simultaneously let out a long sigh.
"What do you think of these elixirs?"
Liu Piaoying frowned, asking softly.
"Do you want the truth or a lie?"
Ye Qingtian placed his hands behind his back, speaking indifferently.
"Of course, the truth."
Liu Piaoying's frown deepened.
"They're all trash."
Ye Qingtian's expression was calm.
Liu Piaoying's beautiful eyes shifted: "You mean?"
"All of them!"
Ye Qingtian sneered.
"Hiss!"
Even Fan Jingyu drew in a cold breath.
He knew Ye Qingtian's strength, and naturally, these Martial Artists wouldn't catch his eye.
But he said all the elixirs were trash.
This left Fan Jingyu quite shocked, guessing in his heart whether Ye Qingtian was proficient in the Alchemy Dao.
