Rebirth: I was born into the Golden Elixir Stage

"Seventh Senior Brother." Seeing Chen Diji was about to go on stage, Zhu Wuhen hurriedly called him.

Chen Diji turned around and asked, "What's wrong? Is there anything wrong?"

After saying that, a pair of round eyes blinked and stared at him.

Zhu Wuhen didn’t know how powerful Chen Diji was, but when he looked at Chen Diji’s back, he always subconsciously thought that he was extremely weak, no different from other children at home waiting for their parents to hug them.

He looked into those extremely clear and clean eyes, not knowing what to say for a moment. When he saw Chen Diji turning around and about to leave, he said, "Good luck in the game!"

Chen Diji nodded obediently, like a pretty and cute porcelain doll, "Yes! I will try my best!"

The words were full of childishness, which made people want to laugh. Prince Yi looked at Chen Diji's back. After hesitating for a few seconds, he decided to comfort the little guy, otherwise... he was afraid that the little guy would worry that someone else would take away his position as a direct disciple.

"Junior brother! You don't have to be afraid." Taizi Yi thought for a long time but couldn't figure out how to comfort Chen Diji. He glanced at the crowd, his eyes swept over Zhang Ru'an who had been confronting Chen Diji, and then said, "Don't be afraid, I've got the first place in this competition! Just think of it as coming here to have fun, you don't have to risk your life."

As he said this, he looked at Chen Diji with great expectation, hoping that Chen Diji would turn around, but Chen Diji did not. He got off the stage and ran towards the competition arena happily.

Looking at his back, I felt that he seemed a little happy.

a ha ha ha...

Great, I can finally fight with real people!

God knows how sick I am of using those trees and bamboos and so on.

How can you compare those with real people? Only by comparing with real living people can you know where you are lacking and where you are good.

Chen Diji ran to the center of the competition field with his short legs. His opponent looked to be about 1.8 meters tall, without strong muscles and wheat-colored skin.

He was wearing a light blue gown, with about half of his hair tied up high. He had a handsome face, one hand behind his back, holding a long sword. When the wind blew, his long hair and the hem of his clothes moved in the direction of the wind. He looked like a serious cultivator on TV.

Oh my god! How can you pretend like this?

Chen Diji looked at the man, and that man just happened to slowly open his eyes, with no sadness or joy in his eyes. At first glance, he seemed to be a master who came from somewhere.

He looks very powerful. Let me see how advanced his cultivation is now!

It is easy for a high-level cultivator to look down on a low-level cultivator. With just a glance, he can clearly see the strength of the person opposite him.

The cultivation level of the initial stage of foundation building! Why does it feel more powerful than those cultivation levels of the late stage of foundation building?

All right! Since he is only at the initial stage of foundation building, I can defeat him with just a few moves later.

He curled his lips in disdain. You have to know that his current strength is at least at the Great Perfection of the Golden Core, and the initial stage of foundation building is not enough for him.

"Where are you from, little kid?"

Although Chen Diji didn't take this competition seriously, that person took it very seriously. He looked at Chen Diji, shook his head and sighed, and said, "Who on earth took in a kid like you and even let you, a kid without any spiritual energy, to compete?"

"It's too unfair for you to fight me. I don't want to hurt a little kid like you. Otherwise... just admit defeat!"

The man looked at Chen Diji's young figure, fearing that his one move would cause the child to be beaten to a pulp, and then the child would cry and go looking for his mother.

He really didn't want to bully the weak. If he had to fight, he would fight with those who were strong. What was the point of fighting with a child?

He shook his head and sighed. He hated his bad luck for picking a child.

He wanted the child to give up, but the child seemed not to understand and just stood there looking at him stupidly.

"Kid, I'll give you ten seconds." The man glanced at Chen Diji's body and felt that ten seconds should be enough to run away. He said, "If you haven't left here in ten seconds, don't blame me for being rude."

No need to give it time, just come!

Chen Diji naturally understood that the man didn't want to bully him as a child, but he couldn't just give in and desert.

If he really ran away this time, not to mention how others would view him, both he and Zhu Wuhen would not be able to keep their positions as direct disciples.

What if someone from the inner courtyard takes first place and takes it away!

The position of the personal disciple is a very popular one, and countless people are vying for it!

Chen Diji remained unmoved, and the tall and thin man began to count down.

"ten"

"Nine"

"Eight"

...

"Why doesn't that kid leave? What is he doing here? Does he want to get first place too? He doesn't even look at his own strength and the other party's strength. He really has no idea how high the sky is and how deep the earth is by being flattered by Uncle Chu Yi."

"Yeah, you little brat, get off the stage now! Stop making trouble on the stage!"

"That's right, come down! Don't stay there and cause trouble!"

"Chen Diji!" Zhang Ru'an looked at this scene with a somewhat unhappy expression. Her thoughts were the same as others'. A little brat without spiritual roots and abilities should not compete in any competition. He should just go home and find his mother. "Didn't you see what Senior Brother Huang Huai said? He gave you ten seconds to come down. If you don't come down, don't blame Senior Brother Huang Huai for whatever happens to you later."

"Yeah, if someone gives you time to leave and you don't leave, then when you start crying, don't blame them for being cruel!"

The mocking words reached his ears, but Chen Diji remained indifferent.

On the contrary, Taizi Yi, who was in the competition field, wanted to chop open those people's brains to see what kind of nonsense they were thinking after hearing it.

He stood up and the surroundings suddenly became quiet.

"Whether my junior brother is willing to stay on the field is his business. On the contrary, you all want to force my junior brother to step down. What do you mean by that?"

"It doesn't matter whether my junior brother wins or loses this game. As long as he has fun, it won't be too much to find more opponents like him!"

Prince Yi's words successfully silenced the group of people who wanted to drive Chen Diji away immediately. They looked at Chen Diji with resentment in their eyes.

"Really? I don't know what the identity of that kid is. He can actually be favored by the prince Yi who has a heavenly spiritual root."

"Don't you know? That kid was able to come up thanks to Prince Yi's service. Otherwise, how could he climb up to the spiritual root level? It's impossible!"

"What are you doing? It turns out they are in the same group! This Liuli Sect should no longer be called Liuli Sect, but should be renamed the Prince's Mansion! How dare you bring a nephew who has no spiritual energy at all here? Do you think cultivating immortals is a game?"

After a moment of silence, the scene began to criticize Prince Yi.

Prince Yi was angry when he heard the ridicule from everyone! He was just helping his junior brother and letting him play according to the rules. How could he be exaggerated to such an extent?

He wanted to retort, but he heard the tall and thin man on the field say that his time was up.

"three"

"two"

"one!"

"I surrender!"