Rebirth: I was born into the Golden Elixir Stage

Zhu Wuhen remained silent. Just as Zhang Wuling said, how could a person defeat an opponent in the late foundation building stage in just a few days.

I was injured before, and if I hadn't taken the healing pill, I would probably not be able to continue practicing in the next few days.

Although he knew that he was no match for Zhang Wuling, he would not back down.

Zhu Wuhen's eyes were extremely tenacious, even more determined than before. He was determined to overcome the mountain of Zhang Wuling, even though there was a huge gap in strength between them.

This time the competition was not just about swordsmanship, but a comprehensive one, which meant that Zhang Wuling could completely suppress the opponent with his realm.

Zhang Wuling looked at Zhu Wuhen with a teasing look in his eyes, "Those two people lost to you before because they were too confident! As for me, I won't give you a chance."

"You are only at the third level of Qi Refining, how can you be my opponent in the late stage of Foundation Establishment? I won't waste more time with you. In the late stage of Foundation Establishment, I am in a very low realm!"

Before Zhu Wuhen started to attack, Zhang Wuling directly released the foundation-building pressure.

Zhu Wuhen fell to the ground due to the pressure from his realm. He tried his best to stand up, but as a third-level Qi Refining cultivator, he was not enough in front of a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator.

He struggled for a moment, but still couldn't stand up.

Zhang Wuling looked up confidently at this and shouted to the girl in pink, "Sister, the winner has been decided. It's time to tell you the result!"

The lady in pink skirt glanced at Zhang Wuling indifferently and spoke slowly, "The second match... Zhang Wuling..."

"Moon-chasing sword! Scatter!" Zhu Wuhen spat out a mouthful of blood. He refused to accept the pressure and stood up slowly under the pressure of the foundation-building technique. "Moon-chasing, attack!"

"What!" Zhang Wuling was unable to react for a moment. He looked up into the air and found nothing. "Humph! Are you kidding me?"

"That's right, you are just a small follower at the third level of Qi Refining...ah!"

Before he could finish, a pile of debris rushed out from the ground and pierced his feet. He let out a scream, not expecting that something really was attacking him.

"Zhu! Wu! Hen!" Zhang Wuling was extremely angry. He looked at Zhu Wuhen with great anger and raised his hand to clench it hard. Zhu Wuhen felt the pressure from that realm even stronger.

"Hmph! Just the struggle of a weakling!" Zhang Wuling was extremely disdainful. He had no interest in attacking a man who was only at the third level of Qi Refining, and even less interest in wasting time on Zhu Wuhen.

"Announce it! I'll be gone as soon as you finish speaking!"

The pink-dressed lady finally reacted. Without waiting for Zhu Wuhen to resist again, she signaled the woman next to her to knock on the drum three times and shouted, "Second round, Zhang Wuling wins."

Perhaps because she was afraid that Zhu Wuhen would resist again, the woman in pink skirt spoke much faster this time.

As the voice fell, the pressure on Zhu Wuhen disappeared instantly. He spat out a mouthful of blood and climbed up from the ground tremblingly.

“Zhu Yue, take it back!” He took back the Zhu Yue Sword and walked back to the audience in a very embarrassed manner, “Seventh Senior Brother, I’m sorry, I lost!”

Chen Diji stood up and raised his hand to pat Zhu Wuhen's shoulder, but found that no matter how high he raised his hand, he could only touch Zhu Wuhen's waist.

Forget it.

He took his hand back, his expression extremely serious, "Brother, it doesn't matter, if you lose, you lose, don't forget I'm still here!"

Zhu Wuhen was silent again. The strength in the late foundation building stage was too strong. He didn't know what level of cultivation Chen Diji had reached now.

Three years old, only three years old, it is impossible for him to be a golden elixir. It is good enough to be able to establish a foundation.

Although he knew that Chen Diji was not as weak as he seemed, he did not dare to think of Chen Diji as being stronger.

He sighed and sat next to Chen Diji. "Don't be too risky. If it doesn't work out, then I'll just lose this time. At worst, I won't want the position of the direct disciple anymore."

"What are you worried about!" Before Chen Diji could open his mouth to comfort him, Prince Yi took the lead in retorting, "You, a person with a natural spiritual root, want to go to the inner courtyard? Even if Chu Yi agrees, the head of the sect will not agree."

"Besides, even if Junior Brother Chen loses, don't I still have him?"

"I am a natural spiritual root, a genius in cultivation. Who among you here can be my opponent? Don't worry, I will definitely not let the first place in this competition fall into the hands of the inner courtyard disciples!"

“Hmph!” Zhang Ru’an lightly rebuked Prince Yi as he finished speaking, “So what if you have a heavenly spiritual root? You look only six or seven years old now. Although your strength is also in the middle stage of foundation building, you are just an alchemist.”

"And I, after all, have a top-grade spiritual root. If I didn't want to take this opportunity to become Master Chu Yi's apprentice, I would have to be a direct disciple."

"You are a six-year-old kid and you think you can defeat me? You are dreaming."

Zhang Ru'an's disdainful voice came, and Taizi Yi heard it, and was so angry that he stepped forward and wanted to argue with her, but Chen Diji stopped him, "Brother! Don't make trouble."

Chen Diji advised, "Let her talk, we only need to focus on the results."

"You are really good-tempered." Taizi Yi sat back in his original position angrily, with his arms folded across his chest, "If I run into her next time, I'll teach her a lesson!"

"Let her know who is stronger between me and her!"

"Hmph!" Seeing that Prince Yi didn't rush over, Zhang Ru'an could only speak harshly. Her voice once again reached the ears of Chen Diji and the other two, "Three cowards!"

Chen Diji's face turned pale. This woman had always been at odds with him since they first met, calling him and Zhu Wuhen trash. At first, he could tolerate it and treated her as a teenager at most.

But he couldn't stand being provoked again and again, no matter how kind he was.

He wanted to let her know what it felt like to be defeated by the trash she called him.

"Match No. 5 is over, the winner is Zhong Ruoxuan."

"Next, No. 6! Please arrive at the competition venue within five breaths. After five breaths, the one who arrives at the competition venue wins! If both of you fail to arrive, it will be considered that both of you are here, and there will be no winner!"

"I'm leaving!" Prince Yi flew off the stage, and the man who came to fight him was the man who wanted to get the second jade token, and the man who had threatened to defeat Prince Yi before.

"The third match, round 6, Prince Yi versus Liu Huan."

Liu Huan stood condescendingly in front of Prince Yi. He looked at the little kid in front of him with disdain in his eyes.

"Prince Yi, the owner of the Heavenly Spiritual Root, the two people before were scared away by your spiritual roots, but I am not afraid of you!"

"Let me see the power of the Heavenly Grade Spiritual Root! Explosive Hammer!"

After saying that, he rushed over without waiting for Prince Yi to speak.

He jumped up, raised his arms high, took out a giant hammer from somewhere, and smashed it hard at Prince Yi.

Prince Yi felt something was wrong and retreated quickly.

When Liu Huan saw Prince Yi running away, he waved his fist again and chased after him.

Prince Yi was forced to retreat again and again. Just as others had guessed, he was just an alchemist. His talent in alchemy might be extremely high, but his combat ability was indeed weaker than that of ordinary inner disciples.

What's more, the person in front of him was probably close to the late stage of foundation building.

Prince Yi's eyes were stern, and he was no longer as carefree as before. When Liu Huan's hammer attacked him again, he raised his hand and shouted, "Zhengxuan Ding! Show up!"