Cultivation of the husband in the text

The big competition is just around the corner, and Xiaohong recruits a student.

He smiled and introduced to everyone: "His name is Meng Xinjie, he is a Fu Xiu, and he has dropped out of Pingzhen Academy."

Ji Lang looked at this young man named Meng Xinjie, handsome in appearance and shy in character, "Could it be that he is the one you sent the admission letter to?"

Xiaohong nodded: "That's right, it's him."

Meng Xinjie took a step forward, shook his fist at everyone, and said anxiously, "I heard that your college is recruiting students, so I will ask Xiaohong to bring me here to see if I can enroll here."

Ji Lang asked, "Why did you drop out of Pingzhen Academy?"

"Because I don't like it there." Meng Xinjie's voice was as low as a gnat, and he lowered his head, not daring to look at anyone.

Such a cowardly performance reminded Ji Lang of the students who were bullied in the news.

Seeing such a clean and well-behaved child, Shao Fang couldn't help saying softly, "Son, come and sit down and talk."

They didn't rush to ask about Meng Xinjie's past, but first got to know his cultivation base and preferences.

Yuan Shouyi was the happiest when he knew that he was a third-level talisman master.

Yuan Shouyi chatted with him about Fu Xiu. Gradually, Meng Xinjie talked more and more, his eyes gradually lit up, and the old and the young chatted happily.

After Min Fan learned a new set of sword techniques, he had a faint feeling that he was about to make a breakthrough.

Ji Lang immediately prepared to combine golden pills and a large number of spiritual stones, and the three teachers personally protected the law.

After Min Fan sat down, he began to circulate the spiritual power in his body. In less than half an hour, he only absorbed a small part of the spiritual power in the spirit stone, and successfully broke through.

After the three teachers were shocked, they were all overjoyed.

Zhang Hao said: "Xiao Fan, with your aptitude, as long as you practice hard and don't give up, you will surely achieve great success in time."

Yuan Shouyi kept nodding his head in approval.

Shao Fang asked suspiciously: "Xiao Fan, who are your parents? Are there any elders with high cultivation in the family?"

Min Fan shook his head lightly and said, "I'm an orphan."

Suddenly, the three teachers collectively froze.

Shao Fang said distressedly: "Sorry, the teacher shouldn't ask this question."

Min Fan smiled and said, "It's okay, I was adopted by grandpa later, and grandpa treated me very well."

Ji Lang smiled lightly and said, "Min Fan still has me now."

Min Fan chuckled and said, "Yes, I still have you, you said you would support me for the rest of your life."

"Correct."

"Just practice hard and make money." Min Fan raised his eyebrows.

Ji Lang raised the corner of his mouth and looked at him dotingly.

He thought to himself, his lover's strength has broken through the golden core stage, so he has to pay close attention, and can't keep falling too far behind.

Therefore, Ji Lang practiced harder and harder, wishing to break one hour into two hours.

Fortunately, Emperor Tian paid off, and before the big competition came, Ji Lang's cultivation level had been raised to the eighth floor of the Foundation Establishment Stage.

The place of the competition between the two colleges is set at Pingzhen College.

On the day of the competition, the principals and vice presidents and several elders of the major associations went to Pingzhen Academy one after another, as did the major immortal sects inside and outside the imperial city.

All of a sudden, Pingzhen Academy was extremely lively, and all the participating students were full of fighting spirit.

On the other hand, on the side of Zhenjin Academy, although they didn't look sad, almost all of them were nervous.

Zhang Hao said to them: "Don't be nervous, just do what we practiced. Believe in yourself, your teachers and classmates." When he said this, Zhang Hao's teeth were trembling.

Ji Lang quietly held Min Fan's hand, and said in a low voice, "Spell competition is nothing more than success or failure. But martial arts competition is a real sword, and you will get hurt if you are not careful."

"You also want to participate in the martial arts competition, but you must be careful." Min Fan was really worried about Ji Lang.

He himself was a sword repairman himself, and the whole journey of training when he came to the imperial city was mainly because he was practicing with monsters and accumulating actual combat experience, but Ji Lang was a warlock, with very little experience in battle, and even in battle he was mostly a master. All kinds of instruments were sacrificed.

Ji Lang pretended to be relaxed and said: "Don't worry too much, Wubi didn't restrict us from using magical weapons. Even if I can't fight, I can knock the opponent off the ring with using a weapon."

Min Fan couldn't help but chuckled, cast a sidelong glance at him, and said angrily, "You are the smartest and most powerful."

"That's not."

After being gently teased by Ji Lang, Min Fan's mood relaxed a lot.

Those who overheard their conversation gradually relaxed.

The vice-principal of the Pingzhen Academy is an out-of-body cultivation base, and facing the three god-turning powers of the Zhenjin Academy, his momentum is a bit weaker.

But the vice-principal knew better that his immediate boss, Zhang Dai, was unfathomable, so he put forward the order of the competition according to Zhang Dai's instructions, first the martial arts, and then the warlock.

Martial arts first and martial arts later have no effect on other people, except Ji Lang who will be affected.

If there was a chance that Ji Lang was accidentally injured during the martial arts competition, it would definitely affect his next inscription competition.

Among the seven competitions in total, Zhenjin Academy is most confident about Min Fan's martial arts competition and Ji Lang's inscription.

Therefore, Zhang Hao raised an objection, demanding that the warlocks be compared first and the martial arts competition be put at the end.

When there was a dispute between the two parties, the decision-making power fell on the presidents of the major associations.

In the world of monks, the strong have always been respected.

Chen Shiyan from the Inscriber Association said: "We are all warlock associations, so naturally we look forward to seeing the warlocks compete more, how about..."

"Chairman Chen, it's a wonderful warlock competition. Wouldn't it be more exciting to watch it at the end?" Zhang Dai's voice descended from the sky, slowly falling in front of the vice president, and glanced at Zhang Mao and the others.

Zhang Hao and the others were stunned, they didn't expect Zhang Dai to break through to the fusion stage.

Ma Weiyuan of the Artifact Refining Association gave Zhang Dai a fist and said, "Dare to ask Dean Zhang, what is the level of cultivation now?"

Zhang Dai glanced around lightly, and said, "I just broke through from the transformation stage to the fusion stage, so I came a step late, please forgive me."

As soon as his words fell, there were thousands of waves in an instant.

So far, Zhang Dai is currently the strongest in this world.

The associations did not dare to fight against Zhang Dai, and decided to compete in skills first, and then in martial arts.

Ji Lang met the eyes of one of the opponent's martial arts contestants, and clearly saw the bloodlust in his eyes.

Fang Lin walked up to Ji Lang worriedly, and reminded him: "The two sword cultivators on the opposite side are both Jindan stage, and the one in black is named Bai Mo, who is very famous in Pingzhen Academy. I heard that he can leapfrog the challenge. When the sword comes out of its sheath, there will be blood."

Min Fan said without thinking: "I will deal with him, and Ji Lang will fight the other one."

Ji Lang saw Bai Mo's bloodthirsty evil smile at him again, and couldn't help but frowned slightly, "No, I'll fight Bai Mo."

If you can't hide, don't hide.

He is a warlock, and warlocks naturally have ways of warlocks.

The competition officially started, and the vice president had Zhang Dai as his backer, and he presided over it confidently.

The vice-principal said: "For the first match, players from the Real Gold Academy will be invited to play."

Ji Lang grabbed Min Fan and jumped onto the ring first.

There was a sneer on the corner of the deputy dean's mouth, remembering the trouble Ji Lang left behind in the college when he dropped out of school. "Invite the opponents from Pingzhen Academy to play."

Sure enough, Bai Mo came onto the stage holding a sword.

With a clang, the deputy principal sounded the gong that marked the start of the competition.

At that moment, Ji Lang slammed a stack of talisman papers at the opponent.As he himself said, before the opponent could react, he directly knocked the opponent off the ring.

Before Bai Mo could even draw his sword, blood holes were smashed all over his body, he vomited blood, and fell under the ring.

At that moment, everyone was stunned, even Min Fan didn't expect Ji Lang to do this.

Shao Fang on the high platform coughed lightly, and cursed: "This prodigal son, I may not be able to resist so many talisman papers being thrown down, it's too wasteful." The expression of hating iron but not steel is matched with a joyful tone , even to show off.

Zhang Dai's face turned ashen for a moment, and his eyes became more serious as he watched Bai Mo being carried away.

Zhang Mao reminded: "It's time to declare victory or defeat."

The vice-principal said reluctantly: "I declare that Ji Lang of Zhenjin Academy will win this match."

Immediately, the morale of Zhenjin Academy was high.

In the second match, Min Fan played, and the opponent was also Jindan.

The other party said: "On the day you participated in the recommendation test, I saw the whole process of your sword competition. At that time, you were still at the sixth floor of the Foundation Establishment Stage. I didn't expect that you are already in the Golden Core Stage. Unfortunately, you have just stepped into the Golden Core stage. At the first level, you can't beat me."

"Whether you win or not, you will know after the competition."

Among the onlookers at Pingzhen Academy, Meng Yuling was surprised to hear that Min Fan's cultivation had broken through to the Jindan stage, and he cheered for him from the bottom of his heart.

Bai Xuyao, Yan Peiran and others also heard it, and looked at Min Fan on the field in disbelief.

Especially Xie Han, who could hardly believe his ears.

His cultivation aptitude is also very good, so he is valued by his parents and master, and finally sent to Pingzhen Academy. He still can't break through the golden core stage so quickly. It's hard to believe that Min Fan can go from the sixth floor of the foundation stage Quickly break through to the Jindan stage.

Min Fan's battle was very hard and thrilling.

In terms of swordsmanship, Min Fan's moves are extremely powerful, and he has learned the essence of Zhang Mao.But in terms of cultivation, Min Fan is just entering the Golden Core stage, and the other party is the third level of the Golden Core stage.The higher the cultivation base, the more the difference in level will show the difference in strength.

The opponent's sword move carried the coercion of the level difference, Min Fan gritted his teeth and dodged it.

They competed for a full hour, and some of the students who were in the competition were unable to hold on anymore, and the two on the ring were still fighting, not daring to relax at all.

In the end, Min Fan won in endurance.

When the other party was powerless and wanted to fall, Min Fan kicked him off the ring violently.

Then, Min Fan also fell down on the ring, and then used the dark clouds to support himself to stand up.

After a moment of silence, Zhang Mao took the lead in applauding.

For a moment, there was thunderous applause.

If Ji Langsheng is outsmarting, then Min Fan, who has been competing for more than an hour, is doing real work.

After the vice president announced the result, Min Fan almost fell off the ring.

Ji Lang stood under the ring and caught him steadily, his face and eyes full of distress.

"So tired." Min Fan was so tired that he couldn't open his eyes, and after saying these two words, he lay down in Ji Lang's arms and refused to move.

Ji Lang carried Min Fan to the auditorium, placed it among the children, and then whispered in Min Fan's ear: "Let's rest here for a while, it will be over soon."

"En." Min Fan responded softly, and began to adjust his breath to rest his mind.

Ji Lang said to the children: "Can you take care of him for me?"

"Brother Ji, don't worry, we will take good care of Brother Min." The little ones all nodded seriously.

Xiao Hong mixed with the children and nodded to Ji Lang.

Ji Lang looked at Min Fan worriedly, and then left the auditorium, preparing for the next inscription competition.