The cultivation of immortality by mortals begins with the abandoned children of the river

Three months later.

After all the demon cultivators fought against all types for at least thirty rounds, the bloody and cruel fighting training finally came to an end.

Including Jiao Jing, there were only thirty demon cultivators left in the room.

Thirteen are in the form-transformation realm, and seventeen are in the transparent realm.

At this time, they were fighting their way out of the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood. Each demon cultivator's eyes were shining with ferocious and bloodthirsty light, and their whole body exuded a ferocious and vicious aura.

Green Thirty-Seven's eyes swept over them one by one, with a look of satisfaction on his face, "Not bad, it finally looks like something."

"Now your lives are more valuable and worth protecting. From now on, enjoy the teaching feast carefully prepared for you, hahahaha~"

Amid his laughter, thirty demon cultivators in purple clothes with excited and slightly weird smiles walked into the venue.

The thirty demon cultivators were all shocked and confused. They looked at these purple-robed demon cultivators with vigilance and made defensive or attacking postures.

Tens of breaths later.

The two sides were already fighting together.

Now these thirty demon cultivators were miserable.

These thirty purple-clothed demon cultivators are real killers. Although their realm is the same as theirs, their combat experience and attack methods are far beyond their comparison.

Soon, they were beaten violently, and they were all bruised and swollen.

Of course, there are also several demon cultivators who can fight back and forth.

Among them was Jiao Jing.

Although he is only in the early stage of enlightenment, his fighting power is astonishing due to his extremely pure blood, and he can definitely fight across a small level. Moreover, in the past few months on Baozi Island, he had been swallowing the Millennium Dragon Scale Fruit given by Zhan Nianchuan, luxuriously tempering his body with the essence and blood of the demon cultivator in the Demon Infant Realm, and at the same time, he went crazy under the guidance of Zhan Nianchuan. Tempering his physical body has increased his physical defense strength by at least 30%.

Originally, his weakness lay in his lack of combat experience, lack of aggressive momentum and fighting spirit, and his inability to fully display his abilities. But in these three months, he had experienced the most struggles and battles among the thirty demon cultivators present, shed the most sweat and blood, suffered the most injuries, and improved the most.

In this way, even if his opponent is a killer who has already joined the Shadow Tower, he will not be able to take him down in one fell swoop. Instead, he will gradually gain the advantage as time goes by.

Seeing Jiao Jing defeating the purple-clothed demon cultivator, Lu Er gave a rare nod, with an expression of appreciation in his eyes.

Bang!

With a dull thumping sound, the purple-clothed demon cultivator screamed and flew several feet away, landing heavily on the ground. The scales on his body were shattered, and he looked extremely miserable.

Jiao Jing laughed ferociously, held his paws and stood up with his head held high, feeling extremely proud in his heart.

He came from a humble background and had extremely poor qualifications. In the decades before he met Zhan Nianchuan, he had been ostracized and looked down upon at the bottom of his family. No matter who he was, he could be ordered around. He is busy every day, with no time to spare, and from time to time he is scolded for depriving him of his meager spiritual stones and elixirs.

In the past, when he saw these demonic cultivators in the Transparent Realm, he could only stand on the roadside and bow his head and salute them, but now, he can defeat them forcefully and even kill them!

However, he is far from satisfied, because he knows that he can have all this because of the full help of Brother Jiao Hong. Moreover, Brother Jiao Hong's efforts are several times higher than his own, and he is ten times smarter than him. He must do his best to emulate him.

So, he looked at the purple-clothed demon cultivator in front of him who had just broken his opponent's ribs and was grinning gleefully, and revealed a bloodthirsty smile.

Feeling his murderous aura and fighting spirit, the demon cultivator couldn't help but narrow his eyes and looked over with a serious look.

Then he saw Jiao Jing waving over, the sharp claws that quickly enlarged in his pupils.

The bloody fight was once again staged. Both sides used all their methods and their attacks were so cruel that the faces of all the demon cultivators around them who had finished the battle were twitching.

In the Xuantian Tower, Zhan Nianchuan also nodded slightly, secretly thinking that this guy was pretty good, and it was not in vain that he cultivated him.

Midori's eyes also showed a hint of wonder, and he immediately issued his order.

"Everyone rests where they are, except those who can no longer fight. The next game will start in a quarter of an hour."

From day to night, day after day.

The fighting lasted for a moment, and the blood on the floor never dried up.

One month later.

After at least twenty rounds of fighting, even with several green-clothed demon cultivators watching over them, only twenty-six of the thirty demon cultivators were left.

At this moment, the bodies of the twenty-six demon cultivators who had managed to survive were in dilapidated condition and dripping with blood. However, the eyes of each of them were as ferocious and bloodthirsty as evil wolves, flashing with rising fighting spirit and murderous intent.

Green Thirty-Seven nodded with satisfaction, "Not bad, he finally looks like a killer."

"The fighting training phase is over!"

As soon as the words fell, almost all the demon cultivators immediately collapsed to the ground, and some even fell asleep.

Several demon cultivators in white clothes who were waiting aside quickly stepped forward and treated their wounds.

Jiao Jing also looked extremely miserable at this moment. There were two deep wounds on his head, and the gaps and cracks on the bones could be vaguely seen. There were two huge wounds on the chest and abdomen, facing each other. Blood was pouring out. The left hand claw was split, and the right hand claw was broken in half.

In front of him, there were broken and fallen claws.

He sat cross-legged, allowing the white-robed demon cultivator who rushed up to him to reconnect his claws. It must be said that the Shadow Building has a lot of healing treasures, even the extremely rare black jade reconnection ointment. With this healing holy medicine, as long as the limbs are not shattered or the limbs are broken for too long, they can be reconnected.

However, Jiao Jing naturally did not care about this, but calmed down to review and summarize all the battles he had experienced in the past few days, analyzing what was done well and what was not done well, and which battles could have been won or won more easily.

Naturally, this was Zhan Nianchuan's request.

Looking at his actions, Green Thirty-Seven's eyes were full of appreciation.

This kid has a bright future.

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