Nine Realms Mortal Immortals

Hearing the result of the competition announced by Luan Hong Huang.

The faces of the semi-saint students of Shanglu Palace were uglier than each other.

This was a competition designed by their guarding students.

And they had already had contact with the projection of the heavenly soldiers on the way.

Under such circumstances, they only tied with the semi-saint students of Yu Nie Palace! ?

This is simply a shame!

They can imagine how other students will spread rumors, gossip, and make up all kinds of stories when they return to Shanglu Palace!

"You two are really something. Tai Hao Zhi has initially mastered the projection of the heavenly soldiers. As a member of the heavenly soldier clan, you are not as good as him? Even worse than the one on the opposite side?"

A semi-saint student of the Burning Lamp clan said something sarcastic.

These words made the two semi-saints of the heavenly soldier clan blush, and they wished they could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

"Well, what do you think the strongest heavenly soldier is? If anyone can become a soldier, my heavenly soldier clan will be the only one in the five days."

Luan Hong Huang's voice sounded.

The two half-saints of the Lantern Clan smiled awkwardly upon hearing this, not daring to refute.

"Victory and defeat are common in the military, and now it's just a draw, so you nine little guys don't have to take it to heart."

Taihao Zhou also smiled, and there was no displeasure in his words.

The mentality of the nine students of Shanglu Palace was relieved a little.

Taihao Zhi couldn't help but look at Li Kongkong, who was dancing with joy.

Seeing that the other party showed his emotions on his face and had no scheming at all, he couldn't help but show a trace of contempt in his eyes.

"Congratulations, classmate Li Kongkong."

"Luckily you are here this time."

"After the academic exchange conference is over, we will treat you to a drink and celebrate."

"How did you succeed in understanding?"

On the side of Yunie Palace, seven half-saint seniors surrounded Li Kongkong, congratulating him and trying to steal his skills.

Li Kongkong smiled and said, "Hey! I don't know either. I just felt that I had a connection with it. I chatted with it silently in my heart for a while, and it worked!"

Chatting with the projection of the Heavenly Soldier?

In my heart?

Everyone looked at Li Kongkong with complicated expressions. This kind of reason was also used to fool people. It really treated them all as fools.

Since Li Kongkong was unwilling to say it, they stopped asking.

After all, this was someone else's private matter. Whether to say it or not, the right was in Li Kongkong's hands.

"Student Fang Chen, can we have the second competition now?"

Taihao Zhou Fuxu smiled and said:

"I am quite curious about the competition you designed."

The eyes of all parties fell on Fang Chen.

Even Luan Qiutian and Bai Qingming were very curious in their hearts. What kind of competition would Fang Chen design?

While ensuring fairness, let Yu Nie Palace have a slight advantage?

Huang Chaofeng also stared at Fang Chen for a few more times at this moment.

Although the other party was a junior in the late stage of Qi Gathering.

But his experience has crushed these old guys.

Fang Chen smiled, and with a wave of his sleeves, a city rose out of thin air in the Wanfa Valley.

In a flash, Taihao Yu and Li Kongkong and others appeared in the middle of the busy street.

When Li Kongkong and others saw this scene, their faces suddenly changed, and they felt a little scared.

"This city..."

The guards, teachers, and those students who collected qi and semi-saint students on the scene all showed a solemn look.

Originally, many saints could perform this kind of trick.

But it always gave people a feeling that something was wrong.

And now this city made them feel too... real!

"The competition I designed is to refine the mind."

Fang Chen's voice resounded throughout the Wanfa Valley:

"The journey of refining the mind is set to last for ten years. If someone can wake up from it during the ten years, they will get one point."

"If someone dies in it, one point will be deducted."

"Take this as the standard."

He looked at Luan Honghuang and Taihao Zhou, with a questioning look in his eyes.

Taihao Zhou seemed to be thinking: "Refining the mind..."

"Since it is a competition designed by classmate Fang Chen, I think it is fair enough. I have no objection."

Luan Honghuang smiled and nodded.

At present, Zhao Kui, Luan Qiutian, Bai Qingming, Gu Yuanlu, Huang Chaofeng and others are still trying to observe this city, trying to find the flaws in it.

The more they observe, the weirder their expressions become.

Even Zhao Kui and other guards whose cultivation is far higher than Fang Chen can hardly see any flaws in this city.

At the same time, the eyes of Li Honghong and others gradually began to become confused.

"It's coming again, Mingjing, we have to hold on this time. If we become beggars in front of so many teachers and students, I will lose all my face!"

Instantly, Li Honghong's eyes became clearer, and he forced himself to finish this sentence before he became confused again.

Countless eyes in Wanfa Valley stared at the scene in the city with a little curiosity, wanting to see how the heart-refining competition designed by Fang Chen would be.

Then they found that the movements of Li Honghong and others had become seven or eight times faster.

Fortunately, everyone has cultivation, so even if it is seven or eight times faster, they can see it clearly.

"Ten years in the outside world, about eighty years in the inside."

Fang Chen smiled.

Eighty years?

The saints nodded thoughtfully.

The cultivation aura of Li Honghong and others has now been washed away.

As a mortal, eighty years is basically a lifetime.

A few years later.

Li Kongkong held a bamboo stick in his hand, stood in front of a dozen beggars headed by Mingjing, and gave them a lecture:

"We beggars, we must have the qualities of beggars. First of all, we must know how to say nice things and act pitiful. Only in this way will people be compassionate and give us two steamed buns to eat."

"Boss, how should we say nice things?"

Ming Jing asked.

"It takes a lot of skills to say nice things. First of all, we must know how to read people's expressions and be flexible."

Li Kongkong pondered and said, "You have learned the tricks of this business, but practice makes perfect. Only by asking can we constantly recognize our shortcomings.

I will give you a task today. I want to eat chicken legs. Go ahead."

"Yes, boss!"

In the Wanfa Valley, a lot of eyes couldn't help but be a little surprised.

"How can this Li Kongkong be so powerful? He forgot his past and became a beggar, and he can still be the boss?"

Duan Zurui secretly took a breath of cold air. He suddenly found that Li Kongkong, his old enemy, had become extremely unfamiliar.

The talent that the other party has not yet shown is probably too strong!

In the evening, the beggars returned one after another.

Li Kongkong picked out a ball of snot, rubbed it gently on his fingertips, and said lightly:

"Did you achieve a fruitful result today?"

Taihao Zhi immediately raised the broken bowl in his hand, with a flattering face:

"Boss, I got a chicken leg!"

"Good! Taihao Zhi, you really have the future to be my disciple!"

Li Kongkong was overjoyed, and while taking the chicken leg, he did not forget to praise Taihao Zhi.

Then he noticed that Mingjing looked a little guilty, and immediately asked:

"Mingjing, what about you?"

"Master, my bowl was taken away by the beggars on Nanmen Street."

Mingjing whispered.

Li Kongkong looked disappointed: "Mingjing, you disappoint me so much."

Mingjing lowered his head with shame. (End of this chapter)