Rebirth: I was born into the Golden Elixir Stage

"I'm number 1!" Mu Lingfeng had just finished speaking when a thin man holding a stick walked down from the audience. He shouted loudly, "I'm number 1! Who among you is my opponent?"

"it's me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a bronze-skinned man, about eight feet tall, with beautiful muscular lines all over his body slowly walking down from the opposite audience seats.

"Your opponent is me, I am number 1."

The thin man was stunned when he saw the bronze man coming down, because the bronze man's body was almost bigger than four of him.

Before he even went on stage, his legs couldn't help but tremble.

"Oh...Oh my God...Are you sure you want to fight me?" The thin man spoke hesitantly. He really didn't dare to think about how he would deal with such a strong man.

"That's right." The man walked onto the field calmly and shouted to the thin man, "I am your opponent! Come on! If you are scared, then the victory will be mine."

"No!" Although the thin man was afraid, he was still unwilling to give in so easily. Although he was slightly inferior in physique, that was not necessarily the case in cultivation.

Don't look at him as weak, he is already in the middle stage of foundation building, stronger than most people. As long as he doesn't meet those direct disciples, he is confident that he can enter the top ten.

He stepped forward, trying to make his eyes meet with the sturdy man, but the sturdy man was far more terrifying than he had imagined. Just by standing in front of him, he felt tremendous pressure, which made it hard for him to breathe.

"No. 1 is in place." Mu Lingfeng saw the thin man and the strong man coming to the competition field, and shouted to them, "Now, the game begins!"

As soon as Mu Lingfeng's voice fell, the muscular man immediately attacked the thin man.

He raised one leg and attacked the thin man in the face. The thin man quickly circulated his spiritual power and a shield appeared in front of him.

"A cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Stage?" There was a flash of surprise in the sturdy man's eyes. He didn't expect that the frail-looking man in front of him was actually a cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Stage.

With a hint of amusement in his eyes, the sturdy man immediately swung his fist at the thin man.

The thin man dodged easily by bending down. Taking advantage of the opportunity, he took out a bottle of medicine from his pocket and sprinkled it towards the strong man.

"Poison?" The muscular man didn't expect that the thin man in front of him would actually use poison. He quickly reacted and turned away from the thin man. He pointed at the thin man angrily and said, "You cheated! You actually used poison in the competition!"

"No... no one said we can't use poison! I... I only know how to use poison!" The thin man saw everyone's contempt and immediately defended himself, "And doesn't Senior Sister Zhong also use poison? If we can't use poison, then what should we do?"

The thin man's explanation immediately made everyone look ashamed.

"Yes, for those monks who use poison, poison is equivalent to their sword! So what can he use in this game if not poison?"

"Yes! Some of us even use snakes and tigers!"

The people waiting for the game started to discuss it. The strong man heard it and thought it was right. "Okay! Use poison! I'm not afraid of you using poison anyway!"

After saying that, he attacked the thin man again, this time much faster than before. In just a moment, he grabbed the thin man's neck and lifted him up.

"How is it? Your poison...why hasn't it come out yet?" The sturdy man looked at the thin man with a provocative look in his eyes. The thin man struggled desperately but couldn't get rid of the sturdy man's big hand. He wanted to take the poison in his pocket, but the sturdy man didn't give him a chance at all. After struggling for a few minutes, he gave up, raised his hand and said, "I give up!"

As soon as the voice fell, three gong and drum sounds were heard.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Li Yuanjia, admit defeat! Huang Yisheng!" A girl in a pink dress shouted, "Next game, number 2!"

Chen Diji was extremely bored watching this scene and couldn't help but complain, "How long will this competition last?"

"Alas... I'm not sure. We are probably at the end." Compared to Chen Diji's extremely leisurely expression, Zhu Wuhen's face was solemn. He could see that the two were inner court disciples, and... both were at the foundation-building stage.

His intuition told him that the muscular man's cultivation seemed to be higher than Zhang Wuling's.

Becoming a direct disciple only means that one's spiritual roots are of a higher grade. It does not mean that one has the strongest strength. If the first place is really taken by this inner court disciple, his and Chen Diji's positions as direct disciples may really be lost, especially him!

He felt extremely heavy-hearted. It was okay that he couldn't be Chen Diji's direct disciple, but... he didn't want to be too far away from Chen Diji and didn't want to be separated from Chen Diji.

“Brother, why don’t you go back and rest for a while!” Zhu Wuhen saw Chen Diji dozing off out of boredom, so he advised, “When it’s your turn, I’ll let you know through the token, and it won’t be too late for you to come back then.”

Chen Diji shook his hand, slowly opened his eyes, pursed his red lips, and his whole temperament changed.

"No need." Chen Diji said coldly, "I'll just read a book for a while."

Zhu Wuhen was horrified. It was the first time he saw Chen Diji like this. He was very different from usual.

Although he had doubts in his mind, he did not ask out loud, but immediately turned his gaze to the competition field. Just in that period of time, three or four matches had been held on the field, and most of them were decided by one strike.

Most of those who were eliminated were in the Qi Refining stage, while their opponents were in the Foundation Establishment stage.

Zhu Wuhen was extremely nervous. When he turned around, he found that Chen Diji was actually holding a book and reading it. He glanced at the title of the book, which was a book on formations. He was taking advantage of his spare time from the competition to study hard!

He was immediately inspired by Chen Diji's actions. If Chen Diji could take advantage of this time to study, why couldn't he practice?

What's more, his spiritual roots have now recovered to their previous state, and the speed at which he absorbs spiritual energy is many times stronger than when the spiritual roots were damaged. If he practices for just a short period of time, perhaps he will be able to make some progress.

He did as he said, and quickly crossed his legs and began to practice.

The endless spiritual energy around him poured into his body, while Chen Diji was studying the formation book. The people in front and behind him saw this scene and couldn't help but sneered and said sarcastically, "Look, Uncle Chu Yi's two disciples are actually practicing! I guess they saw the strength of others and knew they couldn't beat them, so they wanted to cram for the last minute!"

"What idiots you are. If our cultivation base could be improved so easily, we would have reached the Golden Core stage long ago if we were to be as strong as we are now."

"Yeah, their behavior is really hilarious...hahaha..."

"That kid is still reading a formation book. If a disciple of Jianfeng is reading a formation book and Uncle Chu Yi finds out, he will probably be punished to attract lightning and suffer from lightning strikes."

"These two people...are really bold in their thinking!"

There was a burst of ridicule from behind, they did not try to hide it, and the sound reached the ears of Chen Diji and Zhu Wuhen.

Chen Diji just looked up and glanced at them, and a panic suddenly arose in their hearts. They always felt that Chen Diji today seemed a little different from before.