Rebirth: I was born into the Golden Elixir Stage

The conversation between Chen Diji and Zhu Wuhen attracted a large crowd of onlookers. When they saw a kid who was no taller than his knees and a waste at the third level of Qi Refining vowing to try their best to prevent Jianfeng from becoming a laughing stock in the eyes of others, they already had a mocking smile in their eyes.

What's the point of a little brat who should be wearing open-crotch pants and a person who is only at the third level of Qi Refining participating in this competition? You have to know that except for these two disciples of Jianfeng, the strength of the others is at least the eighth or ninth level of Qi Refining. If they don't have this strength, they probably can't even climb to the Heavenly Level.

A piece of trash who relied on cheating to climb to the heavenly level, and another piece of trash who fought hard and barely got up at the last second, were not worth mentioning in their eyes.

I really feel that if I draw them, my ancestors must be so blessed to have such good luck.

The reputation of Chen Diji and Zhu Wuhen as two pieces of trash spread far and wide and took root in everyone's hearts. Even with their previous performance, they still didn't take Chen Diji and Zhu Wuhen too seriously.

"These two losers still want to compete? If it were me, I would go back to the academy and pray that the inner sect disciples would not get first place."

"Yeah, if one of us gets first place, one of them will definitely be pulled down. A loser is occupying the position of a personal disciple, which is no different from occupying a toilet without taking a shit."

"Vulgar! What you said is too vulgar, but... it makes a lot of sense. The position of the personal disciple should be given to someone else to convince the public."

"They are really shameless. They are direct disciples but they don't do their job. In the past six months, Senior Brother Zhang Wuling and Senior Brother Ye Changyi have gone out to complete countless missions. But speaking of which, why didn't Senior Brother Ye appear in this competition?"

"I heard that he encountered danger during the last mission, so he did not come for this exam. However, the sect has already determined that he is qualified to continue to stay in the sect, so he does not need to take the exam this time."

"Alas... this person is so annoying, but only a disciple like him can convince everyone."

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A group of people talked openly in front of Chen Diji and Zhu Wuhen.

Zhu Wuhen hung his head dejectedly. He felt that what they said was right. If his master had not taken him in, he would never have become his disciple. He could only reach the third level of Qi Refining after practicing for half a year. Thinking of this, he felt extremely ashamed. The words of that group of people seemed to be stabbing him in the heart.

Compared to Zhu Wuhen, Chen Diji seemed much more open. After all, if it weren't for the seal that prevented them from detecting his true strength, they wouldn't have said such things.

Chen Diji was a little curious in his heart. He wondered what expressions they would show if they knew that he was already a Jindan stage cultivator when he was young.

He suddenly wanted to tell the world about this matter, to tell others that he, Chen Diji, was a genius, not a waste as others said! But soon, he suppressed this thought.

Geniuses are always the most likely to die young, and those who live the longest are often those who can survive the longest.

Chen Diji has a deep understanding of this. Geniuses always rush ahead of everyone else. Not only will they be easily proud and inflated, they will also attract the jealousy of countless people and may also cause some old guys to destroy them for certain interests. Therefore, when there is no danger, hiding is the best option.

No one can protect a person for a lifetime, but Gou can.

As long as you hide well enough, no one will take you seriously. In this way, no one will pay attention to you or take you to heart even if you practice secretly or do something else.

It will only be more freeing.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Before Chen Diji had finished listening to the conversation of the group of people in front of him, he heard three gong and drum sounds coming from the stage.

"Have you all thought it through? If you have, please come to the stage and draw lots."

When everyone heard this, they suddenly became quiet and no one dared to be the first person to draw lots.

After a while, a man with a rough appearance and a big beard walked up to the stage and said, "Since no one is willing to be the first person to draw the lot, then I will draw it."

After saying that, he immediately reached into the box, and then took out a bamboo stick from the box. He held the bamboo stick in front of Mu Lingfeng.

Mu Lingfeng only took a glance and said, "Number 16, next one!"

With the burly man taking the lead, others also went on stage to draw lots. Chen Diji and Zhu Wuhen followed at the end of the team. They were not in a hurry. No matter who their opponent was, it didn't seem to make much difference to them.

Chen Diji walked forward leisurely. A shout came from the stage, "Junior brother! You must meet me. If you meet me, I will definitely let you win."

Chen Diji felt the voice sounded familiar, so he looked in the direction of the voice and saw it was Prince Yi. He was holding a bamboo stick with the number 24 written on it, and was waving at him.

"Junior brother, I can take you to the Heavenly Stage and into the Liuli Sect. I will never let you be replaced easily. Don't worry, as long as you meet me, I will make you win!"

"Let others know that I will protect Prince Yi's friends to the end!"

Just as he finished speaking, the old man Ye Wuzong appeared beside him and punched him on the head. He gritted his teeth and said, "If I know you dare to give in, I will never let you go!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he grabbed Prince Yi's collar and left quickly.

The only sound that could be heard in the air was Prince Yi's struggling, and he seemed extremely angry.

"you dare!"

"Believe it or not, tell my old man about how you punished me, and see how he teaches you a lesson!"

"You don't need to tell me. The head of the Prince's Mansion has already told me that you have a bad temper, but you are a good seedling. He asked me to discipline you well!"

"What! Damn it... Damn it!"

With Prince Yi's roar, the drawing of lots came to an end.

Chen Diji casually rummaged through the bamboo sticks and picked one out at random. He carefully looked at the number on the stick.

Number 42! It’s almost at the end.

Afterwards, Zhu Wuhen also took out a bamboo stick from the box. The number on it was almost the same as Chen Diji's, No. 40, just a little ahead of Chen Diji.

Chen Diji took a bamboo stick and wanted to see who would be his opponent, but after looking around, no one came to look for him, so he put away the signature and planned to wait until it was his turn to compete before seeing who his opponent would be.

Zhu Wuhen was also not interested in this. They put away the bamboo sticks and flew to the surrounding audience seats to make room for the people participating in the first game.

"Alright! The draw is complete. Next, please find a seat nearby. This will be the place for your competition."

As the words fell, a group of people left, revealing a large open space in the middle.

Mu Lingfeng walked to the center of the stage and shouted, "The competition has officially begun. Disciples with bamboo stick number 1 in their hands, please come to the center within three breaths and start the competition!"