Natural Fairy Species

Chapter 86 The dust has settled

“Bai Zichen, you are so powerful that you can even defeat the half-advanced gold-threaded black scorpion… But you can’t move now, so I will be the winner in the end!”

Xiong Baishan’s face was twisted and he said through gritted teeth.

Looking at the trend just now, the silver-streaked black scorpion has a strong accumulation of essence and blood. If it takes a few more decades, it is very likely to be promoted to the golden-threaded black scorpion.

 The second-level spirit beast has a long lifespan and can already be used as the clan spirit beast of the cultivating family, protecting its glory for hundreds of years.

Bai Zichen pulled off his tattered Taoist robe, revealing the thin inner armor with several obvious bear claw marks on it.

 “I’ve let you down. I still have half my life left. It’s not difficult to beat you.”

 Bai Zichen touched the Bailiantian Silkworm Clothes with lingering fear. At the critical moment, this inner armor blocked a block and shared less than half of the damage.

 Otherwise, he should have disemboweled him.

Xiong Baishan took out a bunch of talismans and punched out several gray, finger-width and slender talismans, and dropped them towards the Golden Bird Sword and the Black Bamboo Sword.

“This is the soul-sealing talisman I specially prepared for you. Without the flying sword, I want to see how you can defeat me!”

 Xiong Baishan had tears in his eyes. The sealing talisman has the function of sealing the spiritual power of magical weapons and imprisoning treasures, but the conditions for use are strict.

At the moment there are two flying swords, one is still stuck in the body of the dead Jinsi Heizhen, and the other is thrown to the other corner of the ring.

They were all far away from their masters, just in time for the sealing talisman to find an opportunity. Each flying sword was covered by five or six talismans.

Bai Zichen stretched out his hand and made a move, and sure enough, the relationship between the two flying swords and himself became vague and very weak.

If you spend a certain amount of time or close the distance of the flying sword, you can easily break the sealing talisman.

But seeing that Xiong Baishan had already propped up the pagoda, and the ground shook every time he took a step, and he was approaching slowly and firmly, he would definitely not give this chance.

Bai Zichen touched the storage bag, got another wooden sword in his hand, and stood up with his support on the ground.

In Xiong Baishan's eyes of disbelief, he raised his hand and blasted a crack in his pagoda with a sword light.

Xiong Baishan hurriedly tried to connect the Three Treasures Exquisite Pagoda to the ring again, but this milky-white sword light with a majestic righteousness came back from a tricky angle. Attacking it was bound to save the pagoda, and the pagoda had to start all over again.

 After several rounds of this, the light and shadow of the pagoda has been covered with cracks.

 Poof!

The pagoda was shattered, and the Demon-Suppressing Peach Wood Sword stopped at the top of Xiong Baishan's head. A stream of blood flowed from his forehead.

 “I…admit defeat.”

Xiong Baishan's face turned pale, his chest heaved violently, and he spoke in a difficult voice.

He couldn't figure out how any Qi-refining monk could buy three flying swords and carry them with him. Even a sword cultivator would only have one flying sword for regular use and one for backup.

Elder Zhang appeared above the ring in an instant. He had been supervising the battle and was also responsible for taking action at the critical moment to prevent the two of them from rescuing others before they were fatally injured.

But in this match, the situation changed continuously. At two points in time, he tried to take action but failed in time.

 “Winner, Bai Zichen!”

 Elder Zhang made sure that both of them were fine and announced the result to the entire audience using amplification spells.

“If any inner sect disciple is dissatisfied and wants to challenge, he can come on stage now and compete again after an hour. There can be no more than three challengers. If there are more than three people, the inner sect will be selected in the order of priority.”

Bai Zichen didn't pay attention to this, and directly took a Huiqi Powder, and the Changchun Kung was slowly working to restore his mana.

He has a list of the remaining inner disciples.

 Except for the two who are at the seventh level of Qi Refining, the rest are all at the sixth level of Qi Refining.

 As long as there is no special secret treasure, he has no fear at all because of his realm advantage. It's just a matter of a few swords.

 “Junior sister Tan, don’t be ridiculous!”

Chen Wei grabbed Tan Qin who was about to make a move, knowing that this girl had been pampered by her family since she was a child, and she did everything based on her heart without considering the consequences.

"You are so different from others in cultivation, why do you still want to go on stage and perform a show where the weak defeat the strong?"

"Don't look at how exhausted Bai Zichen is now. It doesn't take ten swords to defeat you. Don't bring shame on yourself."

"Besides, there is no benefit in winning. It will prevent others from becoming enlightened and only cause a great hatred. If it is a year when only one person signs up, forget it. If you lose to someone who is not as good as someone with the same skill in the battle, it will not matter. But in a situation like this where two tigers are fighting , unless there is really deep hatred, few people will play at this time."

"When you are in the first grade of junior high school, someone will be in the fifteenth grade. Junior sister, if you break the unspoken rules among the inner disciples, when it is your turn for the true inheritance trial in a few years, even if you are picked three times in a row, Elder Tan will have no reason to do it. You take the lead."

Tan Qin looked around, and sure enough, the two inner disciples at the seventh level of Qi Refining were sitting firmly and had no intention of challenging them.

I could only pout my mouth and sit down in embarrassment.

“The registration time for the challenge has passed, and this time the new true successor is Bai Zichen!”

 After shouting three times without challenge, Elder Zhang officially announced the results of the true test.

Bai Zichen opened his eyes in surprise. He didn't expect that there was no inner disciple who could challenge him, which made him worry in vain.

"Senior nephew Bai has a bright future. A true successor of this age will definitely be a member of the same profession in the future... Pack up and go see senior brother Liang, he is waiting for you above."

 Elder Zhang stepped forward and patted his shoulder in a pretense of affection.

Indeed, an eighteen-year-old true disciple will not lose his status even if he is separated from the elders.

“Master Liang invites you, how dare you not come? I’ll go and visit you immediately after I change my clothes.”

Bai Zichen saluted on all sides of the auditorium to thank everyone for coming to watch the ceremony.

In the arena audience, some people were already leaving. A few people were waiting for Bai Zichen to come off the stage and wanted to chat and make friends. Most of them were still discussing the fight that had just ended, and they all returned the favor after seeing this.

Bai Zichen glanced at Xiong Baishan out of the corner of his eye. The man staggered step by step to the side of the accompanying bear beast and knelt in front.

Before taking the stage, he was full of energy and high-spirited. Compared with that time, his back looked much more rickety and decadent.

 “Junior brother Bai, it’s really become...”

Until this moment, Lang Zhongping was still looking at the field dreamily, and did not react even when boiling water splashed from the cup of tea in his hand.

Put yourself in his shoes and put him in the ring, even if he has reached the Great Perfection of Qi Refining, he may not be able to defeat Xiong Baishan, let alone force the Xiong Beast to advance to a higher level in the end.

“We are all inner disciples, but there is such a big gap...some people are born to be the protagonists, and the trap will appear on its own!”

“Zhong Ping, you said you were familiar with that nephew Bai?”

Elder Jin held his chubby belly and looked at Bai Zichen who was walking down the ring and asked suddenly.

"Yes, Junior Brother Bai and I had a very happy chat. I helped him with the flying sword he just used behind the ring."

Lang Zhongping quickly praised himself, even though the two of them had only met once.

“Hmm... If you have time to walk around a lot, this nephew Bai may have caught that guy’s eye.”

Elder Jin reached out and nodded at the upper private room with a smile, his small eyes narrowed into a line.

“Next time Master Bai comes to Fangshi, remember to bring him to see me.”

"Understood. When I see Junior Brother Bai, I will convey to him what you mean, Senior Uncle Jin."

Lang Zhongping nodded respectfully and sighed inwardly. After a trial, Bai Zichen's status in the sect was completely different.

 Luckily, I saw the opportunity early and formed a good relationship in advance. Otherwise, Bai Zichen was so popular at the moment, and even the elders were vying to make friends with him. He, a deacon, might not necessarily be in the right turn.

The longer the holiday, the busier I am. I have to write 4,000 words until after 12 o'clock at night these days, and it is even more difficult to add it on May Day.

 Fortunately, there is still a week left before it goes on the shelves. After the long vacation, I will save more manuscripts so that I can make a big splash on the day it goes on the shelves.

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 (End of this chapter)