I, started my cultivation by picking up the immortal skills

Yu Qingtian couldn't believe it.

How could his sword energy be blown away by a mere fireball talisman?

This is impossible!

Although the Sword Control Technique is just an ordinary sword technique, he is at the third level of Qi Refining!

And the fireball talisman is just a means to bully mortals!

Can be biased.

The fireball was already close to his face!

Yu Qingtian quickly regained his composure.

He wanted to avoid the attack of this fireball!

Although it couldn't cause him any harm, his body and skin couldn't withstand the fireball.

However, when he was about to move, he realized that the spiritual power in his Dantian had been exhausted!

With just such a delay, the fireball had already hit his face!

There was a burning smell.

The hair on Yu Qingtian's face has been burned completely!

Hair, eyebrows, eyelashes...

Even the newly grown beard is gone!

"Hahaha, interesting, interesting!"

The deacon finally couldn't help it, clapped his hands and laughed.

He couldn't help but think in his heart, if Yu Qingtian had seen Zhu Yun's first fight, he wouldn't have suffered such a secret loss!

Yu Qingtian did not dare to be angry at the deacon, so he could only roar at Zhu Yun, and charged forward with his sword!

But as soon as I took a step, I felt a sense of powerlessness under my feet!

He barely managed to hold himself up, then remembered that his spiritual power was gone!

He immediately took out the porcelain bottle in his arms and poured out a Heqi Pill!

Just when he was about to swallow it, a figure passed by him!

The pill held between two fingers was suddenly gone!

"Yu Qingtian, don't take medicine during the competition! You have violated the rules! You have lost this battle!"

After that, the deacon threw the elixir back to Yu Qingtian!

"I...I lost?"

Only then did Yu Qingtian realize that he had lost!

really!

In a competition, if you could take pills at will, wouldn't those with more resources have a huge advantage?

Furthermore, ordinary monks may refuse to participate in the competition because they are reluctant to take pills.

This loses the meaning of the competition.

That's why there is this rule.

There will also be a competition where the sect will provide a Heqi Pill.

"Yes, you lost!" The deacon said to Yu Qingtian: "You did not lose unfairly. From the beginning to the end, you never looked at Zhu Yun. This is the only reason for your loss!"

"No, it's impossible. How could I lose? He doesn't even have a sword, and he's never even fought me head-on!"

Yu Qingtian can't accept this fact!

Not only did he lose, he was also embarrassed!

"Joke!" The deacon shouted coldly and said: "If you are practicing outside and the enemy defeats you without fighting you, wouldn't you accept it?"

The deacon was angry. After all, Yu Qingtian was also a young man with three spiritual roots. He was at the third level of Qi refining and was advancing very quickly.

Within the sect, he is considered a relatively well-known newcomer.

But not only could he not figure out the key to this, but he could not accept the fact that he had lost!

If you have this mentality, it will be difficult to achieve success in the future!

He couldn't help but increase his voice.

People from several arenas not far away looked over here!

Further away.

A gaze fell on this place at the same time!

It's Elder Mu!

Seeing the deacon teaching his disciples, he swept his spiritual consciousness over!

Only then did he realize that not only was Yu Qingtian's face filled with unwillingness, but what surprised him even more was that his opponent turned out to be Zhu Yun?

That trash with five spiritual roots?

He was stunned for a while. His disciple with three spiritual roots would actually lose to a waste with five spiritual roots?

Although Yu Qingtian is not too outstanding among the disciples of Sanlinggen.

But after all, he is also the one who provides resources for cultivation from the sect.

And, he is quite hardworking.

How could such a person lose to Zhu Yun?

He was puzzled, and his body flashed, and he appeared on the ring a moment later!

"I've met Elder Mu!"

The deacon quickly bowed his hands.

"Well, Qingtian lost?"

Elder Mu did not look at Yu Qingtian, but asked the deacon.

"Yes, Elder Mu! Qingtian underestimated his opponent, was used by Zhu Yun, and after exhausting his spiritual power..."

The deacon briefly explained what had happened.

"a shame!"

Elder Mu then cursed angrily at Yu Qingtian, stretched out his hand to lift his collar, and prepared to take him away from here.

But he never thought that Zhu Yun suddenly said: "Elder Mu, wait!"

A flash of disdain flashed in Elder Mu's eyes, and he said: "What? You stepped on shit and beat Qingtian, and you are so brave that even I dare to stop you?"

The sound is not loud, but the momentum is amazing!

Zhu Yun also felt a little pressure from this tone!

However, he was not afraid at all and said: "Elder Mu, this disciple doesn't dare! However, the disciple and Senior Brother Yu had an agreement beforehand, and we made a bet with the sword!"

"Betting on swords? What swords are you betting on?"

Elder Mu was stunned.

The deacon quickly told the bet between the two.

"Boy, you really impress this elder..."

Elder Mu said something meaningful, took the sword from Yu Qingtian and threw it away!

Then he took Yu Qingtian away.

After listening to the deacon's words before, he felt that Zhu Yun was also lucky.

Kebi Dou made a bet before...

That’s not easy!

If he didn't have confidence in himself, would a loser with five spiritual roots dare to bet with three spiritual roots?

Yu Qingtian was taken away by Elder Mu, and no one dared to speak under the ring.

Firstly, Zhu Yun actually dared to ask Elder Mu for a sword.

Secondly, Zhu Yun has won three games in a row!

This A-sized champion belongs to him!

Even though they are dissatisfied in every possible way, they can only accept this fact!

"It's all gone, go back to practice! Remember, besides practicing, you should also use your brain more! Learn from Zhu Yun how to defeat the strong with the weak!"

The deacon was also responsible. In addition to his constant preaching before, he also used Yu Qingtian as a negative example to remind them.

Although not outright.

But in everyone's mind, there is only Yu Qingtian's embarrassed appearance after his defeat.

After everyone dispersed, Zhu Yun picked up the trophies on the ground and hung them on his waist.

In addition to the magical swords he won before, two of them were already hanging on his waist, making a clanging sound and bumping against each other from time to time.

He glanced at the deacon, and there was also the sword given by Elder Wan!

If these three swords are hung up, aren't you afraid of taking off your pants?

"Zhu Yun, that's great!"

The deacon came up with a smile, and stuffed four Aiki Pills into his hands with admiration in his eyes.

At the same time, he handed over the other sword.

"Why, you won the competition and you still look unhappy?"

The deacon looked at Zhu Yun with a troubled face and asked strangely.

Zhu Yun scratched his head, held the sword in his other hand and gestured at his waist: "Master Deacon, you have also seen that this disciple... has no place to hang his sword!"

"Hahaha," the deacon couldn't help laughing and said, "Good boy, it's true! Fortunately, there are prizes for winning in these single arenas, which can just solve your current troubles!"

After saying that, the deacon turned his hand and found a brown money bag as big as a palm.

"This is a storage bag, one of the prizes in the single arena! As long as you shed your blood to recognize the master, your mind will be connected!"

The deacon put the storage bag in Zhu Yun's hand, pointed at his waist and said, "Take a look, I have one too! It's very convenient to store and retrieve things!"

Zhu Yun looked over and saw exactly the same storage bag in the deacon's place.

He stretched out his hand and patted it, and something suddenly flew out. The deacon grabbed it and caught the thing in his hand.

Spreading his hands, Zhu Yun saw a bottle of elixir.

"This is also the prize for this competition, a bottle of energy elixir!"

"Thank you, Butler!"

Zhu Yun was overjoyed. The two rewards could be said to have more or less solved his current problems.

One is how to pack things.

The other is training resources!

Although, at this time, I still don’t know what the essence nourishing pill is used for.

But it will definitely not be worse than Aiki Dan!

"Okay, do you have any questions?"

Seeing Zhu Yun's cheerful look, the deacon smiled even more happily.

If the young man is strong, the sect will be strong.

If he were not selected by Wanjian Mountain in the future, he would definitely be able to achieve the position of elder if he stayed in Lingjian Sect!

The more he looked at it, the more he liked it. It happened that he was fine, so he simply guided Zhu Yun to identify the owner of the storage bag by dripping blood, and also taught him some techniques for quickly loading and retrieving items.

Then he told him that there would be a decisive battle in the second half of the district tomorrow at noon, and asked him to prepare well before leaving.

Zhu Yun threw all three long swords into the storage bag, as well as the pills and various things on his body.

Of course, except for the piece of Daewoo glass mirror that is close to the chest.

In fact, he tried to let it go.

Unfortunately, I can't put it in.

Zhu Yun didn't get too entangled in it.

At this time, he just wanted to go back to the valley quickly, prepare to draw some fireball symbols, and then try to fish in troubled waters!