Rebirth: I was born into the Golden Elixir Stage

"What's wrong with that little girl?" Ruan Moli saw this scene and he vaguely felt that the person seemed to have something against his junior brother.

Could it be... it's because of Master again?

He turned around and glanced at Chen Diji, but Chen Diji ignored him. He held the book as if he wanted to engrave the formation into his mind.

"No need to watch." Chen Diji did not respond. Zhu Wuhen slowly opened his eyes. He looked indifferent, staring straight at the competition field. "It's because of Master."

really!

Ruan Moli didn't know that he had seen this girl before, in the Wuji Peak Feixiantu on the first day of the competition, but he forgot about her after seeing her and almost forgot about her.

I saw this man again today...I had almost forgotten him completely.

Alas... Master, oh Master, where do you, a little old man, get such great charm that so many people want to become your disciples? It is obvious that you were not attentive at all when you taught us.

"Next, number 34..."

"No. 38..."

"No. 39..."

"It's my turn next. I'll go down and make some preparations." Zhu Wuhen stood up and flew down. As soon as he went down, No. 39 quickly ended the battle.

"No. 39 has finished the game. Next game is No. 40! Please come to the competition venue as soon as possible."

Zhu Wuhen walked onto the competition field, and the audience below booed.

"Look, it's that loser with a destroyed spiritual root! He's a loser at the third level of Qi Refining, so he doesn't know what to compete with! Anyway, he will lose no matter how he competes."

“I heard that his spiritual roots were restored, and in the previous swordsmanship competition, he seemed to have won eight games, and finally lost to Senior Brother Zhang.”

"I've heard that, too, but so what? He's still a useless piece of shit at the third level of Qi Refining."

...

Zhu Wuhen's strength was too weak, and everyone said it without any scruples, but Zhu Wuhen stood straight in place. No matter how many people sighed, he just wanted to try his best and see how many steps he could take now.

During this period of waiting, he was no longer so worried. It was just that he could not continue to be Master Chu Yi's direct disciple! If he didn't want to do it, then he didn't want to do it! He just felt a little reluctant.

"Please come on stage, No. 40! If you haven't come on stage within three breaths, we will declare Jianfeng Zhu Wuhen the winner!"

"one..."

"two..."

"Wait a minute!" When the number was about to reach three, a muscular man flew over from outside and said, "Sorry, everyone, I'm late!"

"You are..." He looked at Zhu Wuhen, with a hint of disdain in his eyes. In his eyes, the thin Zhu Wuhen was no different from a chicken.

"I am Jianfeng's eighth direct disciple, Zhu Wuhen!"

"Jianfeng? The eighth disciple?" He had heard a little about Jianfeng, but he didn't expect such good luck to come to him. "I know, you go ahead!"

There was a strong disdain in the man's eyes. Zhu Wuhen was unhappy in his heart. He raised his hand and a stick slowly rose into the air.

This stick is slightly different from Chen Diji's stone stick. This stick looks more like a bamboo. It was the gift Chu Yi gave him when he joined the sect half a year ago.

"Zhu Yue!" The bamboo stick flew into the air. As the name was read, the bamboo opened up and a slender sword slowly flew out. "Go!"

Zhu Wuhen pointed and Zhuyue attacked the muscular man at an extremely fast speed. The muscular man stretched out his hand and hit Zhuyue, and then Zhuyue turned into a pile of pieces in an instant.

Although it turned into pieces, it still had the attack power. Zhuyue, who had turned into pieces, attacked the muscular man unexpectedly. The muscular man wanted to defend himself with his hands again, but this time, when Zhuyue was about to approach the muscular man's big hand, it suddenly scattered and then stabbed straight into the muscular man's body.

"Oops!" The muscular man didn't expect Zhu Wuhen to have this trick. He quickly stretched out his other hand and tried to pull out the Moon-Chasing Fragment that had pierced his body. However, just after getting close for a while, the Moon-Chasing Fragment immediately came out of his body, turned around, and stabbed him again!

"Damn it!" Seeing that he had no way to deal with Zhuyue, the muscular man changed his target and quickly attacked Zhu Wuhen. Seeing this, Zhu Wuhen waved his hand again, and the bamboo that had been broken into several pieces suddenly blocked him and became a shield!

There was a loud "boom" and the muscular man's hand hit the shield.

The shield was indestructible. A look of shock flashed across the muscular man's face. He didn't expect that this kid in front of him, who was only at the third level of Qi Refining, was so strong.

Is he really only at the third level of Qi Refining?

Before he could figure it out, Zhuyue flew out again, about to attack him in the face. The muscular man took a look and stomped his legs, revealing the pressure of his foundation-building period, and the Zhuyue fragments were instantly knocked away.

Fortunately, Zhu Wuhen hid behind the shield, so he was not hurt, but there were a few more damages on the shield.

“Not bad, kid!” After exchanging a few moves with Zhu Wuhen, the muscular man showed some appreciation for Zhu Wuhen. “You are only at the third level of Qi Refining, but you can fight against me who is at the initial stage of Foundation Establishment, and you are not at a disadvantage. You are not the waste that others say you are!”

"Sure enough, you still can't understand a person from other people's mouths."

"I underestimated you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he stretched out his hand and punched Zhu Wuhen's shield again.

Zhu Wuhen's heart was shocked. The shield... was about to break.

No! He can't lose!

"Zhu Yue!" Seeing that the shield was about to shatter, he summoned Zhu Yue again. Zhu Yue, who had just restored his sword body, immediately attacked the muscular man. However, this time, Zhu Yue was not just one sword, but was divided into five swords, which attacked the muscular man in unison.

The muscular man couldn't tell which one was the real Moon-Chasing Sword for a moment, and all his attention was focused on the flying Moon-Chasing Sword.

At this moment, Zhu Wuhen distanced himself from the muscular man, and the bamboo that formed the shield instantly dispersed, forming bamboo swords, and attacked the muscular man with the force of breaking bamboo.

The muscular man could not tell which one was the real Zhuyue. He was cut all over by the real Zhuyue. Then, the bamboo sword also flew over quickly. He was determined and shouted, "Junior brother, don't blame me!"

"Heart-blasting hammer!"

Zhu Wuhen’s heart tightened, oh no!

"Chasing the moon! Disperse!"

"Muzhu, collect!"

When the muscular man's attack was about to fall, Zhuyue instantly dispersed, and Muzhu immediately gathered into a bamboo. After falling to the ground, it quickly returned to Zhu Wuhen's hand, and Zhuyue was also retracted at an extremely fast speed.

Seeing that the Moon-Chasing Sword was gone, the muscular man attacked Zhu Wuhen again.

He was very fast, but Zhu Wuhen used to be faster than him. In Zhu Wuhen's eyes, this speed was no different from slow.

He stood there with a fixed look on his face, and when the muscular man saw that he was about to succeed, he slowly closed his eyes and suddenly disappeared from the spot.