Being a villain is also popular in the world of self-cultivation

"Brother, why did you admit defeat? That kid's cultivation is not as good as yours, even if he doesn't have the beast master, he is definitely not your opponent." A beast master sect cultivator was indignant.

Tang Wan fed Linghu a pill, turned his head to look at the displeased disciple, and snorted, "What do you know? On the surface, that fellow Taoist doesn't seem to be as tall as me, but his moves are weird and his speed Very fast, if it was just a duel of moves, I would definitely lose to him within dozens of moves."

The disciple didn't believe it, "Brother, don't lie to me, he is really so powerful?"

"Oh, senior brother, am I a person who can deceive people? I even suspect that he suppressed his cultivation with a magic weapon." Tang Wan looked solemn, and then waved his hand impatiently, "If you don't believe me, next time you draw He, you can find out if you can fight him, why ask me here? Well, if you have nothing to do, go back and prepare for the second match, don't surround me."

After driving everyone away, Tang Wancai sat down again, stretched out his hand to touch Linghu's listless head, and sighed, "Erhu, do you think he is teasing us, he almost beat us down several times , but he fought me for dozens of rounds." Then there was a cold war, "He also said that he would fight me again, and his tone didn't sound like a lie. I wouldn't fight him even if I died. Listen to me After the first round of competition is over, the sect can be released, let's go quickly."

Erhu shook his tail, raised his head and let out a howl, and nodded emphatically in a human way.

However, Tang Wan was wrong. Shen Chi fought him with all his might.

Ever since Shen Chi practiced the new kung fu in this life, he has never had a hearty fight with anyone, his hands were really itchy, but it was unexpected for him to draw a late Jindan opponent in the first match.

All the exercises in the world are different but all are the same. Although Shen Chi doesn't know everything about the exercises he is practicing now, he can also infer the difference in level between him and other immortal cultivators from the energy contained in his body.

According to his inference, his current cultivation level of the seventh level of the Yellow Realm is comparable to that of an immortal cultivator at the early stage of Jindan. It has to be many times stronger, so Shen Chi will win in the end.

On that day, after saying goodbye to the disciples of Cheng Jianzong who came to congratulate him, Shen Chi and Shen Wuhuo returned to the small courtyard where they lived. Shen Chi was waiting to open the door and enter the house to rest. Shen Wuhuo called Shen Chi uncharacteristically, " Koike."

Shen Chi was resting his hand on the door bolt, and looked back at Shen Wuhuo, "Is there something wrong, big brother?"

Shen Wuhuo's gaze fell on Shen Chi's left arm again, and immediately took out a small box from his sleeve, and handed it to Shen Chi, "You are tired too, go and rest."

"Thank you, brother." Shen Chi glanced at the eye box and took it, "You have a match tomorrow, so you should rest earlier."

Shen Chi went back to the house and opened the box, but there was a box of ointment inside. The light blue ointment had a faint fragrance. Shen Chi's heart moved, and he picked up his sleeve, only to realize that his left forearm was scratched by the fangs of the spirit tiger. He made a small gash the length of a knuckle, and the bleeding has stopped at this moment, because there is no pain, but he himself has never noticed it.

Glancing at the ointment on the table, Shen Chi paused, and still dipped some of it with his fingers, and spread it on the wound. He felt a burst of coolness, and within a short while, the wound disappeared without a trace, and his arm was as white as before.

Shen Chi took another look at the box of plaster, closed it and put it away, went into the inner room, changed his clothes, returned to the couch and sat cross-legged, and began to close his eyes and adjust his breath.

In today's battle, his realm that had been inactive for nearly a year has been loosened. Now is a good time to practice.

Shen Wuhuo stood in the courtyard looking at Shen Chi's closed door for another long while before turning to the practice room.

It was that small pavilion with fluttering veils, today there was no female piano sound, and the third elder poured and drank alone, very leisurely.

Not long after, a green shirt cultivator hurried over again, it was Qin Meng, the eldest disciple of the Fuzong sect, and he kowtowed outside the pavilion again, "I have seen the master."

"Meng'er, come in." The third elder's voice came slowly.

Qin Meng's body trembled, and then he got up and pushed aside the veil to enter the pavilion. His gaze paused for a moment on the fine wine pot on the front desk of the third elder, and he kowtowed again.

"It's just you and me, master and apprentice, so there's no need to be so polite," the third elder drank another cup, raised his head and asked, "How is the competition going?"

"If you go back to the master, the disciple has gone to the competition in person, and you will win without delay." Qin Meng replied in a low voice.

"Ok?"

"It's the boy in the mask, he's got the right name." Qin Meng hurriedly replied, bowing even lower.

"Oh, you have a pretty good memory. But that kid is quite capable, and he even lost to him in the late Jindan stage. It's okay. They saw through your strategy when they drew lots before. It's common for them to win now. I don’t blame you for being a teacher.” The third elder handed Qin Meng a jade bottle, whispered some instructions to him, and then waved his hands, “Go down, and by the way, help me to invite Elder Wuwang, as a teacher. Said that as a teacher, I have something important to discuss with him."

"Yes, Master, this disciple will go now." Qin Meng replied respectfully, bowed and exited the pavilion before turning around and striding away.

After walking a long distance, he looked at the jade bottle in his hand with a complicated expression, put it away carefully, and ran straight to an island in the southwest.

After hearing the third elder's invitation, Elder Wuwang's expression changed, "Where is the third elder?"

Qin Meng bowed and replied: "Master is waiting respectfully for Elder Wuwang at the Ziwang Pavilion."

"lead the way."

Qin Meng brought Elder Wuwang outside the pavilion, bowed to both of them and walked away slowly.

"Third Elder, what do you want me for?" Wu Huang took off his clothes and sat down on the ground in front of the Third Elder.

The third elder drank another cup, "Don't think that elders are offended by saying that. I called you this time, but I have something important to tell you."

Elder Wuwang was startled, "Oh? What's the big deal?"

The third elder said: "Elder Wuwang also greeted all the practitioners on Bushi Island that day, but have you ever met someone you know?"

"I didn't notice that."

"That's right, Elder Wuwang is busy fighting with Elder Chengjianzong, how can he pay attention to these trivial matters." The third elder clicked his tongue, "You have seen that proud disciple of Elder Mingtang?"

"It seemed to have glanced at it at that time."

The third elder continued to ask: "Does this look familiar?"

Elder Wu Wang thought about it for a long time, but he was annoyed, "Hey, old man Zhengming, what you want to say should be straightforward! Why beat around the bush?"

"Elder Wuwang, please be safe and don't be impatient." The third elder was not in a hurry, and took another sip, "Because Cheng Jianzong and my grandson have some quarrels, the old man has been thinking about teaching them a lesson for the past few days, and one of them happened to be It's the person I mentioned to you just now, at first I just thought that person looked familiar, but after looking at it, it's three points similar to you, Elder."

Take another sip, "Elder Wuwang, I've checked everything with you. That person's name is Wuhuo. He was surnamed Shen before he joined the clan. He is from Minglang Kingdom and came from a small family."

Elder Wu Wang stood up abruptly and grabbed the collar of the third elder, "Is this true?"

"It's true," the third elder said still slowly, "If you don't believe me, he will play tomorrow, so the elders can go and watch."

The next day, it was dusk when Shen Chi woke up. After this day of meditation, his cultivation base had risen to the eighth level of the Yellow Realm, and the energy in his body was comparable to that of the mid-stage Golden Core. fight with it.

Sitting on the same spot for a while, Shen Chi remembered that today was Shen Wuhuo's first round of competition, got up and opened the door, and saw several charms scattered from the door at the same time, but they were the amulets he gave to Shen Wuhuo a few days ago Besides, there were still some traces of formations, but they all disappeared the moment he opened the door.

In the courtyard, Yun Rao was sitting on a stone bench and dozing against a stone table, with a bundle of opened bamboo slips spread out in her hand, when she heard the sound of the door opening, she stood up abruptly, and saw that Shen Chi was stunned, and stayed silently. Chi took out the mask and put it on, blinked his eyes a few times to wake up, and quickly broke into a smile, "Little uncle! You're awake!"

"Why are you here?" Shen Chi asked doubtfully.

"Come here, junior uncle, please drink tea. I brewed it myself." Yun Rao hurriedly picked up the teapot on the table, poured a cup of herbal tea for Shen Chi, and then explained: "I know today is Wuhuo's uncle competition, so let's When I came here in the morning, I wanted to go to the arena with you, but I was told by Uncle Wuhuo that you were in retreat, and asked me to stay in the yard when he went out, and not allow anyone to disturb you."

After a pause, Yun Rao squeezed his eyes again and said, "Uncle Wuhuo really values ​​this little uncle, not only has he set up a magic circle outside his room, but also set up a gate. None of the visitors could get in."

Shen Chi didn't seem to hear Yun Rao's words, he looked up at the sky, "Is the game over?"

"Huh?" Yun Rao also looked up, then jumped up and shouted, "It's so late! Nothing will happen to Mr. Wuhuo, right?"

Shen Chi: "..."

At this moment, Shen Wuhuo happened to push the door open and entered, seeing Shen Chi standing in the courtyard, his frosty complexion softened slightly.

Yun Rao glanced at Shen Wuhuo, and when he saw him walking over, he jumped in shock, then realized that his reaction seemed to be a little too big, so he stopped quickly, "I have seen Wuhuo Master Uncle, the little Master Uncle just came out Guan, we just mentioned you, ahem, the disciple will leave first when you come back, I still have some things to do."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for the two of them to speak, he quickly cupped his hands and ran out of the courtyard as if to avoid Shen Wuhuo.

After going straight for a mile, Yun Rao was relieved and patted his chest, "Master Uncle Wuhuo is really scary, and Uncle Wuhuo is really amazing, I can get along with him for so long. But Uncle Wuhuo attaches great importance to the little one Uncle, fortunately I don’t have a system now, if it forces me to attack the little uncle again, will there be any uncle Huo watching..." Thinking of this, Yun Rao shuddered again, not daring to think again go down.

After Yun Rao left, Shen Chi pushed the herbal tea that Yun Rao poured to him just now towards Shen Wuhuo, "Brother, is there anything bothering you?"

Shen Wuhuo picked up the teacup and drank it down in one gulp, then said, "It's okay, but there are some small things, I'll take care of them myself."

Hearing Shen Wuhuo's words, Shen Chi couldn't ask any more questions, he just said: "How is the game going today, big brother? It's a pity that my younger brother didn't witness it."

"However, Xiaochi doesn't have to worry about the preliminary round. After that, there will be other competitions." The implication is that he won.

After chatting for a few more words, Shen Chi took out a few protective jade charms and handed them to Shen Wuhuo, thanking him for setting up a barrier when he was retreating, Shen Wuhuo didn't shirk it, took it directly, and went back to his room .

Shen Chi glanced at the herbal tea on the table, took another cup, poured a cup and put it to his mouth, took a sip and then spit it out.

This tea was Qishan Lingcha at that time, harvested only once in a hundred years, it is the best tea, it is often used as herbal tea, it needs to be brewed with warm water to dissolve, and then brewed with ice spring, the taste is sweet and mellow.But Yun Rao obviously didn't know it, but soaked it directly in boiling water. It looked clear and beautiful, but the taste was bitter and astringent, and the taste was indescribable.

Even Shen Chi, who loves the extremely bitter taste of Qiuzi tea, can hardly bear the taste, but just now Shen Wuhuo drank the whole cup of tea without changing his face, and glanced at the empty teacup that Shen Wuhuo put down However, it is rare for Shen Chi to feel admiration for Shen Wuhuo.

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Shen Wuhuo: The tea that Xiaochi gave me, let alone bad tea, I can drink even poison.

Shen Chi: Your father is here.

Shen Wuhuo: ...