Every assassination of Xianjun fails [Transmigration Book]

Mu Qinghui glanced at him quietly, with a flash of worry in his eyes.

Ning Cheng smiled at Mu Anyang: "I met your son yesterday, and he is really smart. Today's competition, I think I will come out on top with my ability."

Mu Anyang waved his hands again and again: "Although Gouzi never slackens in his homework on weekdays, each medical school and medicine school can produce many talented people, so there is no reason why they must win."

Next to him, the Patriarch of the Nanshu Sect's Tantai family laughed loudly: "Master Mu Gu is too modest, who doesn't know that Young Master Mu has memorized medicine scriptures at the age of three and a thousand sketches at the age of five, he is a first-class talent. "

Some Patriarchs and Grandmasters sitting at the bottom also flattered and joked, and the banquet was full of harmony.

While drinking and drinking, three loud bells rang out from the square outside.

An inner disciple of the Cang Qiong Sect sent a voice transmission: "All contestants and spectators, the auspicious time has come for the Grand Prix, please be quiet."

Near the inner circle of the square, there is a row of luxuriant sycamore trees. The cool breeze is blowing under the trees. On the long table for sitting and watching, there are fresh fairy fruits and vegetables. There is no fine wine in the sapphire bottle next to it, only the clear Oasis in the mountains.

Although there are many seats around the long table, the seats are loose. Only the princes and young talents of various families will be courteously allowed to sit here.

Shang Lang and Ning Duo were sitting among them, accompanied by dozens of noble family children, exchanging greetings in low voices.

On the outside of the square, there were a large number of young disciples of Shuzong and Jianzong. Today was not their show, and they all came to watch the excitement. Those with lively and outgoing personalities had already started to make friends and chat lively everywhere.

"Come, come, bet." A young Jianzong disciple stood at the outermost side and called out furtively, "The No. 1 young master of the Mu family is still accepting bets, hurry up!"

A disciple of Shuzong squatted a spirit bird on his shoulder, and poked his head over: "This is a big hit, can you still make some money?"

The little disciple grinned: "Then you bet on others. There are hundreds of people besides Mr. Mu. If a dark horse emerges, wouldn't the bettors get rich?"

Having said that, there are quite a few people who are eager to make a move, but hesitate again and again, and there are still not many who are willing to bet on an upset.

Shang Lang pricked up his ears to listen to the back, and couldn't help but turned his head and waved at the little junior brother: "Come over here. If you bet on the wood, if you are the first, won't you earn much if you win?"

The little disciple ran over bumpily: "Elder brother, yes."

Shang Lang flung out a few high-grade spirit stones boldly, and said, "Count me in. Let the less be less, after all, it's a matter of ironclad!"

Ning Duo frowned slightly, and gave him a disapproving look.

Shang Lang smiled mischievously: "Hey, it's a little gambling."

Just as he was talking, a handsome young man in brocade clothes smiled slightly, and threw a high-grade spirit stone over: "Then I'll make a fool of myself and bet on someone else to win."

The person who spoke was a disciple of the Yuwen family of Beishuzong, and his name was Yuwenli.A pair of phoenix eyes are romantic and affectionate, with outstanding appearance, and he is also a child of a famous family.

The young immortals sitting here are all well-known, and many young female cultivators looked here quietly, covering their mouths and whispering to their companions.

While it was bustling, another bell rang in the arena.

With the sound of the official bell, Yu Wenli arched his hands towards the surroundings, and stood up gracefully.

Under everyone's attention, he formed seals with both hands, and several colorful water symbols rose into the sky, expanding from a trickle to a huge waterfall, and a large isolation formation suddenly rose, covering the candidates and their respective compartments inside. .

Surprises buzzed all around one after another: "Wow, this move is amazing."

"Of course, the Yuwen family has withered in recent years. If it weren't for Yu Wenli, who is unrivaled in the younger generation, he might be suppressed and beaten by the Tantai family in the south."

"Hey, this time the Tantai family didn't grab the opportunity to show their face in the formation, they must have exploded with anger, and wait for tomorrow's Shuzong Grand Competition to see a good show."

Suddenly, someone on the side said in a strange way: "The brothers and sisters of Tantai's family are descendants, and their biological mother is a famous fairy sect female cultivator, Mr. Yuwen... Hehe, although he is powerful, his background is unclear, how can this compare?"

The people around were all taken aback. Everyone knew this kind of thing, but if they said it in person, it was a matter of enmity. Who is so ignorant?

Looking at it again, sure enough, he is a child from a small family who has made good friends with the Tantai family.

No one dared to answer the words, and they all acted as if their ears were deaf.

In the crowd, Yu Wenli didn't seem to hear the noise outside at all. He was personable, with long sleeves fluttering, and the movement of sealing seals was chic and calm. Soon, a water curtain was slowly rising under the water spell. On it, the compartment number and the contestants The names are lined up in a row.

No. [-], Shennong Gumu Jiarong;

No. [-], Shennong Gumu Ruifeng;

...The first five were all disciples selected by Shennong Valley. It was not until the sixth that another family named Ni Xian'er from Baicao Peak appeared.

With the appearance of sects and names, the huge water curtain was divided into countless pieces, corresponding to different compartments.

The water curtain is clear, and there are slight ripples under the breeze blowing in the mountains. The displayed portraits seem to be reflected on the flat and mirror-like lake, like a dream.

Ning stared intently, and finally, when he saw the NO.80 compartment, his eyes froze.

An ordinary face, but the eyes are surprisingly bright, reflecting the golden ring in his hair, under the light of the morning sun, it is impossible to tell whether the gold is brighter or his eyes are more energetic.

It was the young man whom Jinghong caught a glimpse of last night.

Seven Poison Gates, Li Qing.

... He slowly turned his head and looked at the junior brother beside him: "Are you still accepting bets?"

The junior brother is Ning Xiaozhou, who is counting the betting money, and almost bit his own tongue when he heard the words: "Ah? Accept, accept!"

Ning Duo slowly stretched out his hand, and took out an Alien Beast Pill from the dark blue purse on his waist: "I hunted this a while ago, can you make a price?"

The little disciple's eyes lit up: "Yes, yes! The snake pill of Tongtian Boa can be priced at a hundred high-grade spirit stones. Will the second senior brother want to bet on Young Master Mu?"

"I bet NO.80, Li Qing."

He already had a cold and solemn air of keeping strangers away, and no one dared to approach him to greet him. With such a sentence, the surrounding seemed a little quieter.

Everyone looked up in a daze, looking for the corresponding number: Who is that?What are the children of the family that they don't know?

Shang Lang was holding the sword, teasing a spiritual pet at the feet of a female cultivator, and was almost bitten by the dog. He raised his head in shock: "Aha?!"

Ning Duo stared at the front without looking sideways: "Small bet for joy."

……

Inside the water curtain array, there was silence.

There is also a small sound-absorbing symbol in the compartment, which can ensure that the contestants do not interfere with each other. On the small desk in front of everyone, a piece of white silk appears at the same time, and countless patterns are gradually revealed.

There are as many as [-] kinds of medicinal herbs, plants, animal organs, and ore raw materials, all of which can be used as medicine.

Some only draw a few petals, some only depict the section of ore, and some only show the limbs of animals, printed on silk, waiting for identification.

Yuan Qinghang took a slight breath, got rid of distracting thoughts, picked up the pen and ink beside him, and began to write slowly.

Every time one is identified, the name is written on the side of the pattern. As long as the identification is correct, a number will appear on the water curtain of the compartment where the contestant is located.

One stick of incense is limited, about a quarter of an hour.It only depends on who can identify the most and most accurate medicinal materials in the end, the top [-] will be determined, and the rest will be eliminated directly.

All the young disciples watching outside held their breaths and looked up at the water curtains.

"Sure enough, Young Master Mu is in the lead. He has already recognized 68, [-] types!"

"The disciples of the Mu family are very powerful, they are all ranked first."

"Although the people from Baicao Peak can't keep up with Mu Jiarong, they are still chasing after them."

"Hahaha, what kind of idiot is that over there? I have only identified more than a dozen kinds until now. How dare you come out to embarrass others?"

On the water curtain, Mu Jiarong stood in a reserved posture, writing vigorously, and the number of identifying success was far ahead, and soon, it jumped to an astonishing over 100!

But suddenly, someone called out in a low voice: "Wait, are you looking at that number 81?"

Not only him, but sporadic people have begun to notice the abnormality, and the voices of surprised discussion gradually became louder: "Hey, when did you catch up, and you are actually third."

In the water curtain, one can vaguely see that handsome young man flipping the silk book at an extremely fast speed. Every time a stroke is made, the number in front of him will jump by one, which seems to be a tendency to come from behind.

Shang Lang stood on tiptoe and looked around curiously: "Wow, where did this come from? How could he chase after Young Master Mu?"

Beside him, Ning Duo stood motionless, his gaze shifted from the person named Li Hong to him.

No, there is another one who is also chasing.

It's just that it's not as aggressive as his junior brother's pursuit, but he's not rushing or slowing down, taking it easy.

……

On the high platform, the expressions of the several Medicine Sect masters who were watching the ceremony changed slightly.

The hall master of Baicao Peak said meaningfully: "Young Master Mu is a little early in his efforts."

Mu Anyang stared at Li Hong who was chasing after him, and suddenly became a little dazed for some reason.It took him a long time before he looked back, his smile was a bit forced.

Mu Qinghui next to him comforted in a low voice: "Jiarong doesn't know the skills of the competition, so he was a little anxious, but it may not be impossible to maintain the victory."

Several of them are real experts, and they all see the problem.

Mu Jiarong's order of doing the questions is the most conventional. First pick the easy ones to write, and as you get to the end, the rest are more difficult. You have to repeatedly identify and think, and naturally the slower.

And that Li Hong, who was chasing after him closely, was not picky when it came to the problem, and he never avoided anything, and his speed was always balanced. Compared with Mu Jiarong, who started to slow down, he had more stamina.

In just a short while, he had overtaken the others and jumped to the second place!

Mu Anyang was vaguely anxious in his heart, when suddenly, the elderly casual doctor opened his mouth abruptly.

He stared at the jumping count on the water curtain, and slowly said: "The mantis is catching the cicada, and the oriole is behind. I'm afraid it's still uncertain who will win."

Everyone looked up, and suddenly they were stunned.

In this short moment, the situation on the field changed again, and even the young disciples who were on the sidelines of the field also noticed the abnormality.

Young Master Mu was originally riding Juechen, but just now, the strange boy from the Seven Poison Sect, Li Hong, had already caught up, and the numbers of both of them broke through 150.

But under the eyes of everyone, on the water curtain in front of another person, the number suddenly increased rapidly!

"God, what is that, are my eyes dazzled?"

"The other one from the Seven Poison Sect?...Ah, the name tag says it's called Li Qing. Is it a senior brother?"

"He just wrote very slowly, did he keep his hand on purpose?"

When most people started to encounter difficult and miscellaneous cases and their speed slowed down, there was only that young man named Li Qing whose numbers in front of him rose unreasonably!

……

"The reason is very simple." Yi Baiyi, the genius doctor, twitched his beard with great interest, "This child chose the most difficult one to answer at first, and answered all the uncommon ones first, so he was slow."

He looked at the venue and couldn't hide his appreciation: "Now the rest are the common ones, so naturally they come at your fingertips."

In the square outside, there were voices of exclamation one after another: "Ah, No.3 is catching up!"

"Is there really someone who can beat the young master of the Mu family?" Someone scratched his head anxiously, "No way, you're going to lose money?"

Shang Lang suddenly grabbed Ning Xiaozhou next to him: "Brother Yuwen bet on 'Mu Jiarong is not number one', Junior Brother Ning bet on that Li Qing is number one, if Li Qing really wins the number one, wouldn't they both bet on it?" correct?"

Ning Xiaozhou, who was sitting in the manor, quickly calculated: "Then Yuwen Xianjun took less, and senior brother Ning took the big one."

Shang Lang clenched his fists and jumped three feet high: "Damn it, Mr. Mu can't lose!"

There was a "click" of the agarwood curling up in front of the hall, and the last piece of incense ash burned and fell.

As soon as the old man pressed the spirit stone hub in front of him, all the silks in front of the contestants disappeared, and they all stopped answering.

Mu Jiarong gently wiped a little sweat from his forehead, raised his head reservedly, and looked at the numbers above his head.

270 eight.

Looking around for a while, his eyes suddenly froze. Not far away, there was another person whose number was 270 seven!

Seven Poisons, Li Hong.

... Li Qinghong looked at his own count coldly, and secretly clenched his fists.

Damn, there is only one difference!

Beside him, Yuan Qinghang shook his head.The number in front of him is 270 four, a little less than Li Qinghong.

Even so, the scores of the top three of them have already far exceeded those of the latter, forming an obvious fault line.

People outside the arena commented in amazement: "Oh, this is the first time that someone has been so close to Shennong Valley in all the previous Medicine Sect Grand Competitions, isn't it?"

"Tsk tsk, what is the origin of the Seven Poison Sects? Why do two powerful characters appear all of a sudden?"

Shang Lang smiled with brilliant white teeth: "Hehehe, Mr. Mu is doing well, he is worthy of a family of medicine!"

Amidst all the noise, suddenly, a strange phenomenon suddenly appeared.

The huge water curtain moved slightly, as if a breeze was blowing the surface of the water, and the number that had been fixed just now jumped suddenly.

Mu Jiarong was holding his hands behind his back, accepting the congratulations reservedly, only to hear someone beside him suddenly screaming: "What, what's going on?"

Mu Jiarong was startled, looked up, and was instantly stunned.

His own count went up by two points and suddenly became 280.

But the count of No.3 also increased a few more at the same time, and stopped at 280 two strangely!

……what happened?

There was an uproar!