After Cultivating With the Enemy

Five days later, the Tianbang Competition officially began.

The Tianbang Grand Competition is not the usual arena competition. During the Tianbang Grand Competition, two disciples who are rivals are divided into the same secret realm.

The environment in the Rift is different.Forests, deserts, swamps, ancient temples, markets, the center of the lake... All illusions are randomly assigned, and disciples can use the terrain to hide themselves or set traps.

In short, as long as you don't use evil methods and crooked ways, and defeat the opponent openly, you will be considered a winner.

On the day of the competition, the disciples who participated in the competition arrived early, and the disciples who did not pass the preliminary test and those who did not participate in the competition also came to the field early in the morning to watch the competition.

A total of 27 groups participated in the first round of competition. According to the sequence, the three groups competed at the same time, and it was divided into three days.

Ji Chaoyun ranked lower and was assigned to the second game on the third day.

He was not in the mood to watch the competition, and he didn't arrive until the afternoon of the third day.

In the sky above the martial field, several light screens projected the competition situation in the secret realm.

In the Tianbang Grand Competition, only when the opponent is completely defeated is the end, so each competition lasts for a long time, and one or two hours is the norm.

He didn't come too late, and there is still a group on the field that has not yet completed the competition.

The martial field was extremely noisy, Ji Chaoyun found a corner and stood still, with a rare bored expression on his face.

It's been the third day of the Tianbang Grand Competition, and Feng Qi hasn't come back yet.

"... Liar." Ji Chaoyun kicked the trunk beside him angrily, causing the leaves to fall under the weight.

In the viewing seats in the distance, the uproar became louder, and Ji Zhaoyun's attention could not help being drawn to it.

"How can there be such a teaser, isn't this a foul?!"

"That's right, it's too much for a dignified Tianzi level to act like this!"

"Where is it too much, didn't you see that the immortal didn't stop at all? Brother Wei acted within the rules, if you are not convinced, go to the immortal!"

……

The last competition had ended at some point, and the crowd in the spectator seats was crowded and there were many discussions and disputes.

Ji Zhaoyun walked over, not rushing to squeeze in, but pulled a disciple casually: "What's wrong?"

"Chaoyun, you are here." The disciple was very annoyed, seeing Ji Chaoyun, he immediately said angrily, "They bullied people too much at the Tianzi level! The match just now was Ye Chenxing against Wei Shaoyang at the Tianzi level, but Wei Shaoyang actually borrowed Taking advantage of the situation, we played tricks on Shen Xing for two full hours, we couldn't be more angry, then..."

Ye Chenxing treated people very well, and he was very popular in the academy, seeing him being teased like this, he naturally stood up for him.

As soon as Wei Shaoyang got off the martial field, he was surrounded by people, wanting to ask for an explanation.

Behind him, Ye Chenxing walked down pale with Beiran's support.

Wei Shaoyang was born in a superior fairy clan, with extremely high talent in cultivation, he has been ranked in the top five of the Tianbang for two consecutive years, and this time he even has the momentum to break into the top three.It's just that although this person has a high level of cultivation, his character is not very good.

Being stopped by someone at this moment, he was not in a hurry, he said leisurely: "If you feel that I have done something wrong, you can report it to the immortals and let them punish me."

"You, you are a disciple at the Tianzi level, and you are the young master of Yunlu City. The immortals naturally turn to you, you... you are clearly a bully!" Beiran was really angry, his face was red.

Wei Shaoyang didn't take it seriously: "So what? Hurry up and get out of the way."

Beiran refused: "You...you can't leave, you must apologize for what happened today!"

A trace of impatience flashed in Wei Shaoyang's eyes, he glanced at the few yellow-level disciples around him, and said with a sneer, "Did you make a mistake? Or, you nameless loose immortals, really think that everything will be fine after entering Hongmeng Academy? Be sensible, don't come here to provoke this young master, you will have nowhere to go after leaving the academy, maybe this young master can still focus on the friendship between classmates, and find you a job as a housekeeper in Yunlu City."

The smile in his eyes deepened: "It's still the same sentence, if you can't get angry, go to the Immortal Venerable to see if anyone will take you low-level disciples seriously."

Beiran: "You—"

"Bei Ran." Bei Ran was suddenly held down by someone on the shoulder, and when he turned around, it was Ji Chaoyun.Ji Chaoyun shook his head at him, and said in a low voice: "Calm down, he did it on purpose. If you provoke him to attack him, you will be the one who will be punished later."

"Brother Ji..."

Ji Zhaoyun tilted his head to look at Ye Chenxing: "Are you all right?"

Ye Chenxing was too tired to speak, he shook his head, beads of sweat soaked his forehead.

Ji Chaoyun said to Beiran: "The spiritual power is exhausted too much, take him back to rest first, and then go to the Ningdan Hall to take the decoction that harmonizes the inner breath and nourishes the spiritual power. Drink it and it will be healed."

"……it is good."

Beiran supported Ye Chenxing to leave, and Ji Chaoyun turned his head: "Young Lord of Yunlu City, Wei Shaoyang, right?"

Wei Shaoyang's expression changed, and he said, "Who am I? It turns out to be His Royal Highness, the Crown Prince of the Dragon King. The next competition is about to begin. Why don't His Highness prepare for it?"

"I'm just an ordinary disciple of the yellow character, not a prince of the Dragon King. The young city master doesn't need to call me that." Ji Zhaoyun said calmly, "It's just that the Tianbang competition is not child's play. I'm afraid the young city master bullies others by relying on his cultivation. All right."

"What, you want to vent your anger on that disciple just now?"

The list of the next group of disciples entering the secret realm began to be announced on the martial field in the distance. Ji Zhaoyun raised his eyes and glanced there, and said calmly: "I just hope you apologize to him in person."

Wei Shaoyang smiled: "What if I refuse?"

Ji Zhaoyun pondered for a moment, then asked again: "I heard that the young city lord announced that he would break into the top three in this competition?"

"so what?"

"You can't enter the top three." Ji Zhaoyun said calmly.

Wei Shaoyang's expression was slightly stagnant, and his eyes sank: "Why do you say that?"

"Don't you believe it?" Ji Chaoyun said, "Let's make a bet, if you can't get into the top three, you will drop out of the academy, how about it?"

"What if I go in?"

Ji Chaoyun: "I drop out of school."

"Chaoyun, don't be impulsive."

"From today's point of view, Wei Shaoyang's cultivation base is also advanced. There is no opponent in the academy except Senior Brother Bai. Chaoyun, you can't make such a bet with him."

"Yeah, it's too risky—"

The surrounding Huang-level disciples began to dissuade him, but Ji Chaoyun quietly looked at Wei Shaoyang as if he had never heard of it: "Do you dare?"

Wei Shaoyang originally had confidence in himself entering the top three poles, but now that Ji Chaoyun saw it like this, he felt a little timid in his heart.But in front of so many people, it's hard to get off now.

"Of course you dare!" Wei Shaoyang said, "Just bet, I'm afraid you won't succeed?!"

A smile finally appeared on the corner of Ji Zhaoyun's mouth. He glanced around and said, "Thank you for being witnesses for me. The competition is about to begin. I'll go first."

After he finished speaking, he turned and walked towards the center of the martial field.

In the middle of the arena, the Xuanzi-level disciple who was the opponent of Ji Chaoyun was already waiting outside the secret circle.He nodded apologetically to the disciple, and the two stepped into the circle at the same time.

Inside the magic circle is a swamp forest.

The miasma filled the swamp forest, and the damp and stench made Ji Zhaoyun a little nauseous.

First, Feng Qi missed the appointment, and then Wei Shaoyang provoked him. Ji Zhaoyun is really in a bad mood today, and he has no intention of dealing with others.He thought for a moment, and simply cast a formula to send it out, telling him his position.

Outside the arena, the crowd of spectators reached the largest number in three days.

These days, the academy said that Ji Chaoyun's cultivation has improved greatly, which is different from the past.But Ji Zhaoyun hasn't been to class for a long time, and no one knows what his cultivation level is.

Therefore, everyone was paying attention to this competition, secretly excited.

Not only the disciples, but even the immortals on the high platform were all staring at Ji Chaoyun's group.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, I saw that the Chosen Son who was drawn to be Ji Chaoyun's first-round opponent quickly followed the direction of the opponent's letter to find him.The little disciple used the bushes to hide his body, and saw Ji Chaoyun standing under a fir tree from a distance, covering his mouth with his hands, his face seemed not very good.

The little disciple looked a little nervous, he reached out to caress the knife on his waist, and approached silently.

Just when the distance between the two was less than five steps away, Ji Chaoyun seemed to have finally noticed the movement.He raised his head, and his eyes met the little disciple.

He smiled with relief: "It's finally here."

No one saw clearly how he drew the sword, only a white light flashed out, and the little disciple instinctively drew his sword to block it.

The sound of sword clashing resounded through the swamp forest, and the next moment, the light screen went dark.

Several immortals: "..."

Observer disciple: "..."

ended?

This is the end? ? ?

There is only one reason to dim the light screen projecting the situation in the secret realm, and that is the end of the competition.This may be the fastest time to decide the winner of the Tianbang Grand Competition so far.

But everything ended too hastily, and no one could reflect it. Even Kai Yang, who presided over the competition, asked, "The light screen...is broken?"

Soon, his question was answered.

On the martial field, one of the secret teleportation circles suddenly lit up, teleporting the two disciples back to their original positions.

The competition is over, the winner has been divided.

"..." The little disciple still held the knife in his hand, staggered backwards and fell to the ground.

He knew that he might lose, but he didn't expect that he wouldn't be able to survive even one move.The little disciple raised his eyes to look at Ji Chaoyun, his expression was so depressed that he was about to cry: "You...you..."

"Concession." Ji Chaoyun saluted him humbly, turned his head and left quickly.

Ji Zhaoyun forced himself to quickly walk back to Wenqu Peak, and then he vomited out while holding onto the tree trunk.

The smell in the swamp forest was really bad, he felt his stomach was overwhelmed, and he vomited up all the little porridge that he barely drank today.

After vomiting, Ji Zhaoyun felt more comfortable, and sat down beside the bluestone by the roadside, clutching his stomach.

By now, it was impossible for him not to be aware of the difference in his body.

He rested in place for a while before returning to the courtyard.The little white cat didn't know where to go, Ji Zhaoyun went back to the bedroom alone, sat cross-legged on the bed, and urged his spiritual power to penetrate into his body.

The spiritual veins in the body are running as usual, and the dragon ball is also safe and sound, except that there seems to be a stagnation of spiritual energy in the abdomen.

Ji Chaoyun transported more spiritual power into it, and that power was from the same source as his Dragon Ball, and he could even sense some of Feng Qi's divine power from it.

Ji Zhaoyun opened his eyes, and caressed the stagnant spiritual energy in his upper body through his clothes in puzzlement.

He couldn't see what this power was, but what he could be sure of was that this power would not affect his cultivation.On the contrary, with this stagnant aura, the spiritual power in his body is more abundant than before, and he can even burst out a power several times stronger than himself in a very short period of time.

Is this also the effect of forming alchemy?

Or……

Ji Zhaoyun said to himself, "Did he leave any magic on me before he left?"

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Feng Qi: That’s right, I left you a cub =w=