The Despicable Zhou Tong!
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
With Qin Yu's assurance, Mr. Yang was relieved.
But in reality, Qin Yu wasn't 100% confident.
From last night until now, Qin Yu's strength had recovered by 30% at most.
Without the support of spiritual energy, Qin Yu's alchemy skills would drop dramatically.
"There should be no problem." Qin Yu looked at the crowd on the stage and muttered softly.
Time flew by, and the selection went through round after round.
Zhou Tong's disciple survived every round by a landslide.
After nearly an entire morning, the selection finally came to an end.
Besides Zhou Tong's disciple, three other contestants were selected.
Including Qin Yu, there were a total of five people.
During the lunch break, Qin Yu and Mr. Yang casually found a place to have lunch.
At this time, Zhou Tong was sitting in the restaurant with the other judges and his disciple.
"Luo Jian, come in and take a seat." Zhou Tong waved to his disciple.