Start with ten draws and then be invincible

Madman Chu started counting down.

"Nine, eight, seven..."

Madman Chu walked back to the big bluestone and sat down, "Six, five..."

Nangong Huang, Murong Xuan and the others took out their weapons with solemn faces.

"four three……"

Dao rhymes circulated on several people, ready to explode at any time.

"two."

"one!"

At the moment when the countdown ended, the sword avatar disappeared in the blink of an eye, and when it appeared, it had already arrived in front of Shang Qingxue.

Shang Qingxue was confused.

Bully people!

I am the weakest here, why deal with me first? !

Before she could react, the sword qi avatar shot out a burst of sword qi, blasting her into the air, knocking her unconscious.

"Go!"

Nangong Huang, Murong Xuan, Jun Yi and others held swords to kill the clone.

Chapter 272: This head is a devil, high-level Lingmi

in the valley.

Nangong Huang, Murong Xuan and other Daoists fought against the sword energy avatar.

All kinds of kendo skills are displayed from their hands, including the sage's method, which is extremely powerful and earth-shattering.

But Madman Chu's clone of sword qi was too powerful, his sword qi was extremely pure, and his sword's dao rhyme directly overwhelmed everyone present, even if they used all kinds of methods, they couldn't help him.

The sword aura clone raised its hand and slashed out a sword, aiming at Murong Xuan, the sword aura flew up, wrapped in a terrifying and boundless charm of the sword.

Under this force, Murong Xuan's pupils shrank, and he couldn't match at all. His whole body was blown away by the sword energy for nearly a hundred feet, and a big hole was smashed into the ground, as if the bones in his body were about to be shattered.

He directly vomited a mouthful of blood, the severe pain made him unable to move, looking at the seemingly invincible sword avatar, Murong Xuan suddenly had a thought... It would be good to lie here.

But at this moment, a breeze brushed over his body, wrapped in a mysterious dao rhyme and vitality, and quickly repaired his injury.

After a while, his injuries recovered to a seventy-eight eighth degree.

Kuangren Chu smiled at him not far away: "What are you doing lying down, lazy, this is not okay, go, keep going."

The corner of Murong Xuan's mouth twitched, but then he looked at the sword aura clone, with fighting intent in his eyes, and charged forward again with the sword in hand.

"Nine Suns Divine Art, Seven Suns Slash!"

Dao rhyme flowed all over his body, and an extremely hot dao rhyme surged out, turning into seven huge fireballs, suspended in mid-air like seven suns, and then all slashed towards the sword energy clone.

But when the sword aura raised its hand, a purple sword light streaked across the void, seven fireballs shattered one by one, and the majestic flame energy was wrapped by the sword aura, sweeping in all directions like a solar storm.

The surrounding Daozi were swept away by the storm.

"I rely on it, is this okay?"

"Murong Xuan's moves were actually used by him to deal with us. Is this level of swordsmanship really just a clone?"

"This is only one-sixtieth of the headmaster's strength..."

Everyone was amazed, gritted their teeth and rushed to the clone again.

This battle lasted for an hour.

In this hour, every Daozi was seriously injured at least twice, and the number of minor injuries was countless.

After the battle, several people lay on the ground with exhausted spiritual energy.

"Okay, let's go here first today." Kuangren Chu glanced at the sunset, snapped his fingers, and the sword energy dissipated immediately.

He looked at Nangong Huang and the others, and said with a faint smile: "We'll still be here tomorrow morning, let's continue, it's okay, I told you to defeat my avatar within a month, today is only the first day."

"There are still many opportunities."

Looking at the smiling Chu madman, Nangong Huang and the others just thought that the head in front of them must be a devil in disguise, right? !

Hurry up and give us back that kind and gentle leader!

"That's all for now, bye."

Madman Chu and Lan Yu left, and the people lying on the ground looked at each other, only to feel the darkness in front of them, and they were crying in their hearts.

"It's only the first day, and there are still three months before the competition. In other words, we have to persist in this special training for more than two months. God, I'm dead." Zhuo Han wailed.

"No, you can't let the master underestimate us."

Junyi gritted her teeth.

Today, Kuangren Chu's disappointed expression surfaced in her heart, making her make up her mind, "Even if I die, I must persevere."

"You can't die even if you want to. If the master masters a Spring Wind Transforming Rain Technique, you have to get up and continue to be tortured." Nangong Huang said.

"Hey, by the way, are you going back?"

Murong Xuan said.

"I won't go back, I don't have any strength at all."

"It's the same for me. I'll get someone to bring us some food and drink later, and get a few sets of clothes by the way." Nangong Huang said.

Everyone sat on the ground and began to recover their spiritual power. As soon as the exercises in their bodies started to work, they suddenly realized that something was wrong.

"Have you noticed that the recovery of spiritual power in the body has become faster?" Nangong Huang said.

"I also have this feeling."

"It's because of the marrow washing pool."

Murong Xuan was thoughtful, "It's because the marrow washing pool has improved our bones, so whether we are running exercises or recovering spiritual power, the speed of recovery has become faster and the efficiency is higher."

"Yes, Not Bad."

Everyone nodded, looking at the marrow washing pool in the distance, with amazement in their eyes, they are not idiots, so they naturally know what this marrow washing pool means to a sect.

What is the criterion for judging the potential of a sect, talent.

And this marrow washing pool can mass-produce talents!

"This is probably the key to Xuantianzong's prosperity!"

"This marrow washing pool is too important."

"The headmaster actually put such an important thing here at random, it's too random."

"There must be some kind of restriction, and this kind of thing, even the sage should pay close attention to it, so it won't cause problems."

Soon.

Several disciples came with some clothes and food.

When he saw a group of Taoists lying on the ground in a mess, looking like they were being squeezed dry, they couldn't help but secretly stunned.

What kind of special training did this head arrange for them?

so scary? !

After Chu Kuangren and Lan Yu left, they did not return to Lingtian Dao Palace immediately, but came to a clean valley.

In this valley, lived Qingshuang Saint.

"Master, you are here."

Saint Qingshuang's eyes lit up when he saw Madman Chu coming.

"Well, let me see how the Lingmi is growing."

"not bad."

Sage Qingshuang brought Madman Chu to several acres of rice fields.

This paddy field is extremely rich in aura.

This is a kind of spiritual rice, that is, rice that contains spiritual energy.

Lingmi's spiritual energy content is not as good as some precious medicines, but its value is far better than some precious medicines, even the holy medicine.

Because Lingmi can be planted on a large scale and has a short maturity period, it is easier to be absorbed by monks than precious medicine.

In today's sky star, there are not many saints who own Lingmi, such as Leiyin Temple is one of them.

This is why their vegetarian food is known as the best in the world.

However, the value of the spiritual rice in Leiyin Temple is far inferior to the spiritual rice that Madman Chu asked Qingshuang Shengren to plant.

The ling rice in Leiyin Temple is just ordinary ling rice, but the ling rice of Chu Kuangren is a high-grade ling rice that he got in a lottery!

It is a legendary item!

"I have already harvested once. The yield per mu is about [-] catties. I plant [-] mu here, and now the reserves of Lingmi are about [-] catties."

"How many times can you harvest in a year?"

"With the blessing of Yimu Jingqi, it can be produced about four times a year, which is [-] catties." Qingshuang Shengren said.

"Eighty thousand catties, this is far from enough."

Madman Chu shook his head, Xuantianzong has more than one hundred thousand disciples, and this [-] catties of Lingmi is nothing but a drop in the bucket.

"Now it can only be provided to some true disciples. If you want to use it on a large scale, you have to expand the scale of cultivation."

"The scale can be expanded, but my Yimu essence can't produce so many spiritual rice." Qingshuang Shengren said.

Yimu Jingqi is the practice method of Qingshuang Saint, which can be used to accelerate the growth rate of elixir.

But there is only one Qingshuang sage, and no matter how strong the Yimu essence is, there is no way to produce too many Lingmi.

"It's okay, take your time."

Chapter 273: Breakfast, Gods and Demons, the Progress of the Taoists

the next day.

Madman Chu and Lan Yu came to the valley again.

And Nangong Huang, Murong Xuan and others were sleeping soundly on the ground.

"Still pretending?"

Madman Chu's mouth curled up slightly.

He is such a big living person, and he didn't hide his aura. If he came like this, there was no reason why Nangong Huang and others couldn't find him.

If they couldn't find out, with the vigilance of several people, they would have died countless times.

So there is only one answer, these people are pretending to be asleep, hoping to delay training for a while.

Kuangren Chu looked at a few people with playfulness in his eyes, and then, a terrifying force field spread around him.

Battle King Domain, erupt!

The few people who were pretending to be asleep were suddenly taken aback. Unexpectedly, Madman Chu didn't even call them, and directly made a big move.

Under the domain of the King of War, everyone couldn't pretend anymore, and each of them hurriedly mobilized the spiritual power in their bodies to resist the huge pressure from all directions, but they still complained endlessly.

After a while, everyone lay down on the spot out of breath, their spiritual energy exhausted, and now it was difficult for them to remember.

"Still pretending?"

"Master, we were wrong."

Nangong Huang and the others quickly admitted their mistake and quickly surrendered.

Then, they found that Lan Yu behind Kuangren Chu was carrying two wooden barrels, and there were bursts of tempting fragrance coming from them.

"what is this?"

Nangong Huang was surprised.