On how to avoid being cannon fodder

Seeing Han Yanghao's expression of pretending to be innocent, Ji Wenyuan lost his temper.He stood outside the crowd with folded arms, glanced at the people around who were still dazed by the spell, and said helplessly, "Senior, just set up a concealment formation before you make a move next time."

Han Yanghao blinked his eyes: "Oh, I forgot about the ancestor." He snapped his fingers and drew an enchantment in the air, stepped out, and came to Ji Wenyuan in an instant with a smile: "Brother, I deleted those people just now. I took a picture, but the street surveillance can’t do anything about it. The ancestor used a stalk of Tianyuan grass as a reward for you to settle it, okay?”

Looking down at the handsome face close at hand, Ji Wenyuan was silent for a moment, and said: "No, Tianyuan grass is too expensive, five middle-grade spirit stones are enough."

Patriarch Yangyuan smiled slightly: "It's okay, little brother, you can pay for the excess."

Ji Wenyuan: "..."

Han Yanghao grabbed a white-glowing spiritual plant with his backhand, half-closed his eyes half-smiling and said: "Why, little brother, don't you want it?"

Ji Wenyuan was even more tired.Obviously this person wanted to play role-playing to prevent him from agreeing to be a Taoist partner, but he kept teasing him. Sure enough, he was already old and didn't understand the thinking of a young man who was less than a thousand years old.He said: "You helped me win business, which is already worth the reward."

Hearing this, Han Yanghao suddenly felt like lifting a rock to shoot himself in the foot.He was speechless for a while, and decisively took out the sky-peeping mirror to change the subject: "Look, there's something going on over there!"

Ji Wenyuan was amused by his cute reaction, so when Han Yanghao raised his head to look at him again, the person who caught his eyes made him slightly distracted.

Under the sun, those dark blue eyes are like a sea covered with gold, warm and peaceful, and one can drown in it willingly.At this time, the handsome face like a knife was much softer because of the little smile on his lips, and the original indifference and alienation faded away, and the affection he dreamed of appeared in the eyes of that person like an illusion.

At this moment, Han Yanghao didn't even dare to breathe.

But that smile didn't appear for long, Ji Wenyuan saw Han Yanghao staring at him, subconsciously withdrew the smile on his lips, and looked back for no reason.Han Yanghao came back to his senses in disappointment, quickly pretended nothing happened, and entered the state of Yang Yuan's ancestor again: "Wow, brother, you are so handsome, I like you more and more, ancestor."

Ji Wenyuan couldn't laugh at all, and secretly planned to ask Taoist Tianji for some self-cultivation books to wash his doctor's eyes.

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As of the beginning of 5413 in the Jiuyun National Calendar, the number of applicants for the Ascetics Conference had reached 800.Ji Wenyuan didn't join in the fun. First, he didn't lack the prizes for foundation-builder cultivators; second, it was too bullying to participate in the competition based on his ability.

Relying on the Xue family's fairly good aristocratic status, the Xue family's children who came to watch the battle were allocated a stand with a good position.However, this year's situation is a little different because of the existence of ancestor Yangyuan. Some Xue's children are afraid that this strong soul who overwhelms their ancestors will be mixed into other seats; A group of young monks who wanted to hug the big man's thigh enthusiastically sat near him and waited for an opportunity.However, although these people had already restrained themselves and tried their best to make no traces, Han Yanghao still got a headache from the annoyance of these light bulbs, and quickly threw an enchantment to shield them all out.

"Haha, those light bulbs can't bother us at last." Han Yanghao clapped his hands triumphantly, squinted his eyes and smiled, "Brother, are you happy?"

Ji Wenyuan: "...Happy."

Of course, Han Yanghao saw that Ji Wenyuan's words were insincere, but he didn't take it seriously at all. Instead, he deliberately smiled and rubbed against Ji Wenyuan's side and raised his chin in an ambiguous manner: "Oh, little brother, since you are happy, shouldn't you Thank you grandpa?"

Without waiting for Ji Wenyuan's reaction, he hooked his lips and said with an unscrupulous smile: "How about a grateful kiss?"

Ji Wenyuan: "..."

At the same time, on the seat of Potianjianmen, one of the eight top powers in the distance, a young monk with an indifferent temperament and a handsome face stared at the enchantment that was set up with some disappointment, and took it back after a while. gaze.

"Junior brother, who are you looking at?" A handsome woman asked in a low voice, "Could it be that girl from the Xue family? Tell me and let the senior sister help you with the details?"

The young monk glanced at him, lowered his eyes and said nothing.

Seeing that he ignored her, the woman felt that she was making fun of herself, and turned her head to talk to other companions around her.The young monk pursed his lips and clenched the sword in his hand, his eyes fell on the pendant tied around his waist, his expression was a little dazed.It was a light yellow transparent round amber. Inside the amber was a small grasshopper made of street weeds. The workmanship was not very good, but it could be seen that it was protected by its owner with great care.All fellow sects who have seen his pendant in Potianjianmen are very puzzled why he wastes the precious Fengling Tianpo to protect a useless toy, but he never replaces this pendant made by himself. fall.

Because this is the only thing left to him by the person who saved him, even after many years, he can't forget it.

He didn't know the name of that person before, and he didn't know how to find him. Only this straw grasshopper could remind him of it.But today, he finally saw that person again, and he finally had the hope of repaying this kindness.

At noon, the Ascetics Conference held once every 49 years finally started.The opening ceremony was the competition of the largest number of cultivators in the foundation-building period. But to be honest, although the competition of cultivators in the foundation-building period was lively and lasted for a long time, it was not so exciting.Too many cultivators with three spiritual roots and four spiritual roots were blocked on the moat in front of the golden elixir, unable to make an inch of progress in their lives. Although they had rich experience in fighting, they had lost their vigor, and their moves were like old men.Although they couldn't detect it themselves, the high-level monks watching the battle could tell, so they didn't have much interest in watching it.There is also a small part because they were too young to break through to the Jindan stage. These people are full of vigor and immature experience, and they are even more worthless.

Therefore, during the first half month of the opening of the conference, there were very few powerful practitioners present.But despite this, there are so many people in the foundation building period, they can't see too many profound names, but this lively scene can make them very excited.

In the end, in the No. 15-day final, an 80-year-old casual cultivator won.He excitedly accepted the Purple Jade Pill that could increase the chance of forming pills as the championship prize, and the atmosphere in the arena gradually increased——the foundation-building stage competition is over, and the gold-core stage competition is about to begin!

The Murong family monk who presided over the meeting walked up to the stage gracefully.Under the gaze of thousands of people, he didn't look cramped at all, smiled slightly, and raised his voice: "Everyone must have been looking forward to this moment, so I don't have much to say, and now I will draw lots for the 120 eight Taoists who participated in the competition." Friends decide the opponent!"

"In the first match, casual cultivator Wang Han faced Ling Xiaoshan's real Feiyu."

"In the second round, Master Zhushan of the Zilei Daomen will face Master Miyun of the Qianshui School."

"The third match, Bing Xiaozong..."

……

"The last match." When he said this, he paused slightly, and his voice suddenly rose, "Jing Yan, the direct disciple of the head of the Potian Sword Sect, will face Xue Tianheng from the Xue family!"

All the monks present suddenly exclaimed.And one of the pair of identical brothers sitting on the seats close to the venue was crying: "It's over, I'm out in the first round, I'm going to embarrass my brother."

The boy next to him patted him on the back sympathetically: "Ah Heng, don't be afraid, after all, you met that pervert, and no one will laugh at you if you lose."

Xue Tianheng said quietly: "But if I lose, brother won't get the Lingsu Pill."

Xue Tianhai was unhappy: "What are you talking about, isn't there still me here?"

Xue Tianheng glanced at him sideways, and sighed: "Hey, Xiao Hai, you are so weak, how can you be reliable. Only my brother and I are the only hope to make it to the top three, hey..."

"Xue! God! Heng!"

On the other side, the young monk who closed his eyes and meditated opened his eyes, and slowly looked in the direction of everyone in the Xue family.He stretched out his hand and gently stroked the sword tassel that sealed the straw grasshopper, pursed his lips tightly and said nothing.

It took a long time for the monks to stop talking.They couldn't help but be excited about this last duel. The Xue family's twin brothers, who are recognized as the golden elixir talents in the contemporary Jiuyun Kingdom, can be ranked in the top ten, and Jing Yan is the undisputed number one.At the age of 14, he was discovered by the elders of Potianjianmen who traveled abroad to have the body of a three-pole sword. Crossed over and became Jindan Daoist.The head of the Potian Sword Sect immediately accepted him as a direct disciple, and Jing Yan also lived up to the expectations of the elders of the sect, and made rapid progress in the realm of swordsmanship all the way.Now he is only 16 years old, but he is already preparing to break through to the Nascent Soul stage, and the core of the Potian Sword Sect, the Potian Swordsmanship, has been practiced so proficiently that he has reached the realm of a master.

His most famous achievement is to defeat the siege of three Nascent Soul Venerables with his own strength, and successfully kill the notorious Sanyuan Ying in Panlong Village.

This is undoubtedly a peerless genius who is rare in a thousand years. No one in the contemporary era can shake his throne as the first genius. Even the most confident and arrogant people dare not say that they can beat Jing Yan.And the reason why the Xue brothers dared to covet the spirit plastic pill after learning that Jing Yan would also participate in the Jindan stage competition was because Jing Yan's three-pole sword body was already the top sword cultivator physique in the cultivation world. The Lingsu Pill has no effect at all.Moreover, it is rumored that this person is withdrawn and indifferent by nature, so it is really unlikely that he will take this panacea for others.

Every monk who has heard of Jing Yan knows that if he wants to beat Jing Yan in the same realm, unless he is merciful, there is no hope.