Refining Qi starts from repairing the panel

Due to the large number of believers who died, the cultivation realm fell, and it would take some time to make up for it.

Chu Zheng spent another three months swallowing a lot of elixirs to make up for the spirit, and then he restored his cultivation to the level of the fifth transformation of the Divine Infant.

But it will take some time to fully recover.

Originally, he wanted to continue his retreat, but a message forced him to come out of retreat first.

Now, there are less than two years left before the Wanzong Hidden Dragon Competition. Many matters need to be prepared. Several major holy places and true immortal families have jointly asked Chu Zheng to discuss this matter in a month.

Although the top of this session is undisputed, the Wanzong Hidden Dragon Competition is a grand event held once a century in Cangyun. The Immortal Alliance has issued a statement, and it has been prepared for a long time before. The special envoy of the Martial Hall will also arrive as scheduled, so it will still be held as scheduled.

Moreover, with the changes in the environment of heaven and earth, the Tianjiao in various forces have made a lot of progress in their cultivation. The top ten of the Hidden Dragon List are now all Divine Infant cultivators.

In addition to the disciples of several major holy places, there are many young cultivators in other major sects who are looking forward to becoming famous in the Cangyun Realm through this competition.

Some outstanding people may be appreciated by the Immortal Alliance through this opportunity.

In terms of quality alone, this session of the Wanzong Qianlong Competition is undoubtedly the strongest, but also the one with the least suspense.

For the top spot of this Wanzong Qianlong Competition, no force or cultivator believes that anyone can shake Chu Zheng's position.

Shang Zuling, the only one who had some possibility, had already been defeated.

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When Chu Zheng came out of retreat, it was just before dawn.

Before the sky was bright, many Taixuan disciples were already on the square under the main peak, and they began to practice breathing.

Now, in the sect, except for Fu Quanliang, the oldest disciples are already fifteen or sixteen years old, and their bodies are gradually growing. Many of them have already stepped into the spiritual spring, and even several of them have condensed the immortal foundation and become cultivators in the Dao realm.

The few who have condensed the immortal foundation are all the best among the top-grade immortal bones.

Chu Zheng stood in the remaining night, looking at the disciples in front of him, with a faint light flowing in his eyes.

The lack of successors is exactly the portrayal of Taixuan now.

Fu Quanliang, dressed in a red robe, walked among the many disciples, occasionally speaking and correcting the practice of some young disciples.

Now, in fact, only Fu Quanliang is in charge of the Taixuan Holy Land. Originally, there were elders from various halls, but now, those elders have followed Geng Yiyang to the battlefield outside the domain.

The cultivation of the children with top-grade immortal bones is almost as good as him. If he teaches them for a while, there is nothing left to teach, and it all depends on his own perception.

After watching for a while, Chu Zheng called Fu Quanliang to his side.

"May the Holy Lord be well." Fu Quanliang came quickly and bowed: "I just have something important to report to the Holy Lord."

Now, Chu Zheng could no longer see the original impetuous air in him, and his eyebrows were full of calmness.

However, at this moment, Fu Quanliang's heart was involuntarily nervous, and even the blood in his body began to flow faster.

He noticed the changes in Chu Zheng, as if there was suddenly an oppressive force from above, which made people feel a little scared.

The hundred-year-old god, high in the temple, worshipped by hundreds of millions of creatures every day, naturally cultivated a noble air, which was incompatible with this mortal world.

"Tell me about it." Chu Zheng replied casually.

How could there be no changes when he ascended the throne of God, but Chu Zheng himself had not noticed it yet.

A hundred years of time was too long, too long, and he had even gradually gotten used to looking down on others.

"We need to hold a competition to select new inner disciples." Fu Quanliang replied respectfully.

Now, the inner sect of Taixuan Holy Land only has the top-grade immortal bones that were selected when they first entered the sect.

Among the remaining disciples, there are many middle-grade immortal bones, who are fully capable of entering the inner sect, and it is worth devoting more resources to cultivate them.

Chu Zheng is the 759th generation of the Holy Lord of Taixuan Holy Land, and these disciples are also the 759th generation of Taixuan, and are of the same generation as Chu Zheng.

The resources of the sect are limited, and a part of them needs to be tilted to provide more talented disciples or disciples who practice harder. This is the way for the survival of a sect and should not be underestimated.

Chu Zheng pondered for a while, nodded and said: "It's arranged, tell me."

After that, he raised his hand to help Fu Quanliang repair the poison in his body due to excessive use of pills, and turned to leave.

After a while, Fu Quanliang raised his head and stared at the direction where Chu Zheng left. He was silent for a long time, and there seemed to be a trace of melancholy in his expression.

In just a moment, his back was soaked with sweat, and it seemed that he was not talking to Chu Zheng just now.

I don’t know when, the Chu Zheng who I first met has disappeared without a trace.

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Chu Zheng slowly climbed to the top of the spiritual peak.

The morning glow of the sunrise filled the sky, illuminating the waves of divine light and auspicious colors, tearing the dark curtain.

On the martial arts stage on the top of the mountain, Song Lingxue was practicing as usual.

Almost every time Chu Zheng came here, Song Lingxue was practicing, like a running machine, not like a flesh and blood body at all, as if she would never get tired.

After a while, Chu Zheng stood at the edge of the martial arts field and stopped.

Song Lingxue turned around and saw Chu Zheng's smile. She suddenly froze and subconsciously took half a step back. For a moment, she didn't even recognize Chu Zheng.

The spiritual light in Chu Zheng's eyes flashed slightly, and the Gang Qi in Song Lingxue's body had been polished and rounded, and she was only one step away from holding the Gang into a pill.

Martial arts holding pills is equivalent to immortality condensation, which is the third level of cultivation.

In addition to her innate talent, Song Lingxue's own diligence accounts for a large part of the reason.

"Sorry, I'm still a little slow."

Chu Zheng spoke first, with a hint of apology in his tone:

"My current strength is still far behind."

To retain Song Lingxue from Wu Dian, his current cultivation level is simply not up to the mark.

Now there is less than two years left. Even if he reincarnates into the calamity again and gains a lot, he will only be able to reach the level of Tongxuan at most.

Facing giants like the Xianmeng Martial Palace that suppresses trillions of stars, it is simply insignificant.

In other words, he does not have the ability to break the rules.

"You have done nothing wrong to me, so how can you apologize?"

Song Lingxue came back to her senses, with a slight smile on her lips:

"There is ample time……"

Over the years, Chu Zheng had often retreated, and each retreat would take a long time. She knew exactly what it was for.

Sometimes, Song Lingxue would even want to hold Chu Zheng back and ask him to stop and enjoy the little time left between the two of them.

Chu Zheng was already the Holy Master of Taixuan. He posed no threat at all in Cangyun, but he still practiced hard in seclusion all year round. She knew exactly what this was for.

Therefore, she could only watch Chu Zheng keep moving forward, and watch the little time left between the two of them being spent together bit by bit.

During this process, she could only put all her energy into practice, so that she wouldn't have to think about it so much in her mind.

When the people from the Martial Palace arrive, the situation will be completely uncontrollable.

All future developments are no longer predictable, and there may be a question mark as to whether she and Chu Zheng will have a chance to meet again in this life.

She didn't doubt Chu Zheng's talent, she just didn't have enough confidence in herself. In the past ten years, she had almost been living under Chu Zheng's protection.

The universe is so vast that it is chilling. The distance between stars, even light, would take hundreds of millions of years, let alone flesh and blood.

Every time she thought about this, she was in extreme anxiety almost day and night.

But when facing Chu Zheng, she couldn't express this feeling at all, and still had to smile, because she really didn't want to put more pressure on Chu Zheng.

Chu Zheng has done enough for her.

After calming down the turmoil in her heart, Song Lingxue walked slowly to Chu Zheng and sat down on the edge of the martial arts arena. She swayed her slender legs slightly. Her pretty face seemed to have gained a bit of maturity accumulated over the years.

"I have been very talented in martial arts since I was a child, and my father had great expectations for me. So from the time I started practicing martial arts, I rarely came into contact with the ordinary gadgets that come from my daughter's home. When I was three years old, I could distinguish swords, guns, swords and halberds."

Looking at the rising sun, Song Lingxue looked a little dazed, and a memory flashed in her eyes:

"Do you still remember the year you first entered the Song Mansion?"

"You should have been seven years old at that time. Not long after my tenth birthday, when the New Year was approaching, my father bought a group of servants and maids for the house. You were standing in the crowd, thin and inconspicuous, but I Still saw it at a glance.”

"Her mother passed away when Lingqing was still young, and she was not talented in martial arts. Therefore, her father always had a preference for her. When there were new slaves, she would be the first to choose them."

"To this day, I still remember that day she asked me which one I wanted. I pointed at you, and then she chose you."

Speaking of this, Song Lingxue's lips curled up slightly, and she chuckled: "Her temperament is usually not obvious, but I know it. She cannot be called arrogant, but she is somewhat domineering, and she doesn't care about what others think. "

"I am the eldest sister, so I should let her go. Dad also told me not to worry too much, so that's all."

"At that time, you had a bad temper and acted straightforwardly. You were not very popular in the house, but Lingqing was willing to protect you, so she didn't suffer much."

Chu Zheng listened silently. These memories were also in his mind, but at that time, his spiritual wisdom was blocked in his womb and his spiritual awakening was not yet awakened. Naturally, he looked a bit dull and did not know how to adapt.

"Later, Lingqing entered the Immortal Sect. After she left, I raised your treatment to the same level as the bodyguards in the house. Even if there are few prey in winter and meat is in short supply, I will still take care of your share."

Song Lingxue sighed softly, with disappointment in her eyes and a hint of resentment:

"I thought you would be very grateful, but unexpectedly, you became more and more distant from me. When you see me every day, you shy away from me. If you don't want you to come and do things with me, you will refuse to do anything. Do I really look so scary?"

Song Lingxue has never understood the reason for this, but Chu Zheng now knows it very well.

A mere slave, treated like a bodyguard who licks blood with a knife. Naturally, he was envied by others. Overtly and covertly, he suffered a lot of humiliation and exclusion. In addition, his brain was not very bright, and he offended many people. Naturally, his life was very painful. .

At that time, he only knew that these troubles originated from Song Lingxue, so he naturally wanted to stay away from her.

Later, when Chu Zheng regained consciousness, he was too lazy to pay attention to the mess that happened before, and never recalled it carefully at all.

Now that I think about it more carefully, I am afraid that even the accidental break of the jade cup was deliberately planned by someone.

However, these trivial matters have long been scattered with the wind, and even the Song Mansion has disappeared without a trace.

"Chu Zheng, I have always wanted to ask you."

Song Lingxue hesitated for a while, and finally gritted her teeth and asked:

"If nothing had happened, Lingqing had not entered the immortal gate, and everything in the Song Mansion was the same as before, who would you choose?"

Hearing this, Chu Zheng couldn't help shaking his head and chuckled: "If nothing had happened, would it be my turn to choose?"

Before he finished speaking, he stretched out his hand to hold Song Lingxue horizontally and walked towards the hall.

"I have been in seclusion for a long time, let me bathe and change clothes first."

There are not many new things in the world, it's just a coincidence.

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Regarding the matters of the sect competition, Fu Quanliang quickly completed the overall planning.

After reporting the basic process to Chu Zheng, he began to select in an orderly manner.

Since there were not many disciples, and many of them were only seven or eight years old, just beginning to understand, it took less than three days before and after, and this competition came to an end.

More than 300 disciples successfully entered the inner gate. For the top three, Chu Zheng took out three top-grade magic weapons as rewards.

At the same time, Chu Zheng gave all the disciples in the gate a chance to give individual instructions.

His cultivation had reached this point, and his attainments in the Taixuan Divine Fire Sutra were not low. With his spiritual eyes, he could see through the confusions encountered by these disciples at a glance, without any effort.

In a blink of an eye, more than a month had passed.

This month, Chu Zheng did not retreat again, because Song Lingxue became quite clingy, almost pestering him all day long, and rarely separated.

For this reason, Song Lingxue even gave up her hard work, buried her head in the jade bed all day long, and indulged in the couple.

It was not until the time for the previous appointment of the several major holy places was approaching that Chu Zheng was able to get away and set foot on the road to the place where the Wanzong Qianlong Competition was held.

Today is different from the past. As the Taixuan Saint Master, Chu Zheng has not arrived, and the other major holy places can only wait patiently.

Due to some delay, when he arrived at the "Bi Luo Country", the other major holy places and the True Immortal Family had already arrived for a long time.

"Now it's only two years away from the Ten Thousand Sects Hidden Dragon Competition. This is a grand event that happens once every hundred years in Cang Yun. I still need you fellow Taoists to take care of it."

"In this case, we still need to set a rule. Which side will lead this competition?"

After a round of greetings, someone soon brought the topic to Chu Zheng.

"Saint Taixuan, now that you have achieved great success, you don't need to compete with those juniors. Now there are only two Saint Taixu and Saint Taixuan in the major holy places. Why don't you two take charge of the overall coordination?"