Raised a god

The girl in white stood with her face covered, and the blossoming white lotus bloomed at her feet, how amazing she was.

The old man in Confucianism patted his white beard, and couldn't help but look at the girl twice.

"In the third round, Ji Chulian won."

After stepping off the stage, Ji Chulian rolled up her cuffs. The young man on the opposite side looked very embarrassed, but Ji Chulian only nodded slightly at him, and he didn't take the loss to heart at all, and patted the horse wholeheartedly. fart.

"I haven't seen you for a few days. Junior sister Ji's strength has improved a lot. This Suxinlian magic weapon is really powerful. Although my junior sister is only at the fifth level of Qi training, I really can't break it, my senior brother. It's worthy of my outstanding talent."

Ji Chulian's eyes moved slightly, and she replied lightly, "It's just a fluke, Senior Brother Gu's swordsmanship has also improved a lot, not to mention that he is already at the seventh level of Qi training, and his strength is much stronger than that of Chu Lian."

After a few polite words, I heard the Confucian pretending to be an old man continue to report.

"In the fourth round, Wang Chong played against...Ji Chubai?"

Ji Chulian was taken aback, not to mention Ji Chulian, even Gu Minghuai was taken aback for a long time before thinking of this person.

Six months ago, the sword spirit body that was born out of nowhere but had a superficial appearance failed to meet Gu Minghuai, and it was automatically counted as abstention and surrender, which is nothing more than the laughing stock of most disciples, but they didn't expect this person to disappear immediately Six months, six months... is actually very short for a cultivator, but after such a person disappears, even if someone is curious, they will never pay attention to this person for long.

Six months was enough for everyone to forget about Ji Chubai. Even Ji Chulian was just at ease when she heard about Ji Chubai's breaking of the appointment. Determination, talent is one thing, hard work is another.

But this Ji Chubai, after becoming the butt of everyone's jokes and being forgotten, unexpectedly appeared in this inner sect competition inexplicably.

Really weird.

This inner sect big competition is different from the small competition, it is supervised by closed disciples, the participants are all inner disciples, the time is not fixed, but the prizes are much richer than the small competition.

The person who supervised this competition was He Xuchu, the second disciple of Li Yanfeng's closed door, who had reached the foundation establishment Dzogchen.

Don't blame the Confucian pretending to be an old man, after all, the inner disciple Dabi under Li Yanfeng's sect is nothing more than a few people, and Ji Chubai suddenly appeared, even though he was the so-called sword spirit before, But let alone disappearing for six months, Li Yanfeng didn't take him into his family six months ago, but just ignored him.

The Confucian pretending to be an old man was afraid of being careless, so he hurriedly asked Na He Xuchu for advice.

He Xuchu is already a middle-aged man, imposing and imposing. He is also dressed in blue Confucian clothes. His temperament is dusty but he looks like a mortal scholar, and his nature is indeed extremely gentle.

He is actually not much younger than Li Yanfeng, but Li Yanfeng is so talented and immortal. At this age, he has reached the middle stage of foundation establishment, and he can be regarded as a well-regulated dual spiritual root cultivation.

Seeing that everyone was full of doubts, He Xuchu smiled. In his eyes, these inner disciples, including the old man pretending to be a Confucian, were just juniors.

"I forgot to mention this. This nephew Ji is a disciple of Uncle Gu, and he is regarded as my disciple of Qiling Peak. This time, Uncle Gu came to meet me in person. Otherwise, I would have died earlier." I am about to go to retreat, and it happens that the other two senior brothers are also going to retreat, and you all know that the master always doesn't care about things, but after this big competition, I don't know when the next time will be, so you may have to ask for leave Practice."

Although they are from the same sect, their seniority is quite different. Although inner disciples, outer disciples and closed disciples can be called senior brothers, the difference between the strength of the closed disciples and the inner disciples is not even a tiny bit.If it weren't for Li Yanfeng's overbearing strength, He Xuchu would have already reached the qualifications to be the master of a small peak.

This time, he is going to attack the late stage of foundation establishment, if he succeeds, he may leave Qiling Peak and open the door to accept disciples.

Everyone at the scene looked at each other in blank dismay. Those with less seniority were like Ji Chulian who didn't know what Uncle Gu was.

Gu Minghuai just thought it was ridiculous, that Ji Chubai couldn't worship his master, but worshiped under some uncle's family, and he was afraid of his own challenge, so he disappeared for six months, what kind of weakness, what kind of sword spirit? Body, now he's going to come out again to throw someone away and show him something.

Shen Jinzhi touched his nose and was really nervous when he came out.

There are 26 inner disciples of Li Yanfeng, [-] in the Qi training stage and eight in the foundation building stage.

During the Qi training period, the highest level is twelve, but the highest among the eighteen inner disciples is only the tenth level. The reason is that among the eighteen disciples, only one with the worst spiritual root has three spiritual roots. The root is still mutated. There is only Li Yanfeng as a master in Qiling Peak, unlike other peak masters whose seniority is extremely different. This inner sect has few disciples but many resources. The base stage, the [-]th level of Qi training is very different from the foundation stage.

Ji Chulian frowned slightly, and Fu Xian beside her asked softly, "Isn't this your cousin?"

Wang Chong is one of the disciples who have reached the tenth level of Qi training below the foundation establishment stage.

Wang Chong's appearance was mediocre, which was not bad, but most of the cultivators had outstanding temperament, so they were a little ordinary.

In comparison, Shen Jinzhi's skin is much better, his brows and eyes are warm, and there is even a hint of romance between them.

"Nine levels of Qi training!"

Gu Minghuai was just inadvertently or even a little bit maliciously probing, but he couldn't help being so surprised that he said it out of his voice.

Ji Chulian's eyes froze, this...how is this possible, she is so diligent and talented, but Fang Fang practiced Qi at the fifth level, and how did Ji Chubai, who was at the first level of Qi training six months ago, make such rapid progress? Master Gu has some secrets, how can anyone be promoted so quickly in such a short period of time.

Naturally, Wang Chong had also heard of the name of this sword spirit body. He frowned slightly, but immediately regained his composure.

"Junior Brother Ji has improved so much that I really feel ashamed."

The more calm Shen Jinzhi smiled on the surface, the more he cursed in his heart that Gu Yi was really...too strict, he practiced almost without sleep for six months, coupled with Gu Yi's fairy grass spirit who seemed to be free of money Dan, it is not impossible for Shen Jinzhi to be promoted to the eighth level in just six months.

How fast this progress has also proved how perverted Gu Yi is.

"I don't care what qualifications you have, I only want you to be a disciple who is better than my senior brother."

Is this something that can be won casually? Let alone a closed disciple, he may not even be able to beat an inner disciple below the foundation building stage. Although he has been directly promoted to the eighth level, he has no actual combat experience. Yes, can the experience of the Nascent Soul Stage monster be considered experience?

It was the first time for this serious contest, and it was still unwilling to be driven to the shelves.

However, no matter how reluctant Shen Jinzhi was, he still became serious.

Although Gu Yi is perverted, there is no man who is unwilling to become stronger.

There was a seemingly breezy smile on the corner of Shen Jinzhi's mouth.

"I have to trouble this senior brother to ask for advice."