The Fierce Taoist of Online Games

Zhou Xing survived jumping from the thousand-foot peak, and he couldn't help but lament how lucky he was. Moreover, vaguely, he fell in love with this feeling that his life was hanging by a thread, it was very exciting!

So he immediately decided to dance once a day.

Then he went around to the mountain gate and began to go up the mountain, punching and saying explosion or fixation, and sometimes walking upside down. When the woodcutter saw him, he shook his head and sighed: This world, another madman.

Zhou Xing was eager to refine the elixir with beauty effects, so he frequently went to the medicine forest to collect the spiritual herbs he needed, and he also gave it a name in advance, called Yurong Luoyan, and the tentative price is 100 medium-grade Reiki Pill. And the cost is all low-level spiritual herbs, no more than five middle-grade spiritual energy pills.

He didn't feel that he was a profiteer at all, and he also felt that the sale was cheap. At the beginning, he was not well-known, so there was nothing he could do.

In order to refine the Fat Fortune Pill as soon as possible, Zhou Xing spent most of his day in the pitch-black hall, where the sharp blade-like wind was constantly blowing all day long, and the wind became stronger the further he went in.

Relying on the high-level cultivation of the First Glimpse Realm, Zhou Xing can only take forty-five steps, and he will not be able to take more than half a step. He was convinced that if he really did it forcefully, the result would only be his body smashed to pieces, and his spirit and soul wiped out.

Even keeping at forty-five steps is very difficult for him, the strong wind is blowing all the time, like a cold steel knife, it seems to cut him into pieces.

Even so, he is still focusing on two purposes. While absorbing the wind attribute aura, the real dragon energy is constantly circulating.

Fa Xian told him that his first level of real dragon energy has been cultivated and can be transformed into the second level of angry dragon energy. Once the transformation is completed, he can further expand his meridians and spiritual veins, thereby improving his cultivation and combat power.

Of course, the process of compressing, tempering, and strengthening the real dragon's energy into angry dragon's energy, the pain is like being cut by a thousand knives.

Zhou Xing is well aware of the truth that you can only be a master if you endure hardships and hardships, and he never complained, let alone slack for a moment. He didn't even have the time to laugh at himself, and his mind was full of cultivation.

Cultivation allows him to have no distracting thoughts, and his mind is like still water. He likes this feeling.

Die Wu came to him a few times, because she couldn't stand the bone-scraping wind of the pitch-black hall, and because the wind was so strong that she couldn't hear her words clearly, she had to go back angrily. Level, and all the way to triumphant progress, there is a great potential to reach the pinnacle of this realm in one fell swoop.

Zhou Xing couldn't help smiling bitterly when he heard about it. He felt that Die Wu was the legendary cultivation genius.

Two months passed in a blink of an eye, less than a month before the Centennial Meeting, Tian Yuanzong seemed a little nervous, after all, this was the biggest matter related to the future of the sect.

Zhou Xing was in a hurry because his cultivation was as stable as Mount Tai and he didn't make any progress.

I've been busy refining medicine! Why tell Brother Jiu! Zhou Xing scratched his head anxiously when he realized that time was running out.

Ten days ago, he sensed that the wind-attribute aura in his body was strong enough to refine Yurong Luoyan, so he immediately started alchemy. However, this seemingly simple ancient pill formula is actually extremely cumbersome to refine. It is only a rough estimate that there are more than 200 steps, large and small. If each item is subdivided, there are no less than 600 steps. , and every step can not go wrong.

What a fool!

Zhou Xing immediately decided to increase the price of Yurong Luoyan to 300 middle-grade spiritual energy pills!

He originally prepared twenty materials,

It was estimated that at least ten could be refined, but in the end, he wasted fifteen times in one breath, which made him lose the confidence to continue refining, so he went to do other things to relax.

In the evening, he wrote down the reasons for these fifteen failures on paper, analyzed them one by one, and practiced one by one. His alchemy techniques improved a lot compared to before. But even so, with insufficient confidence and preparation, he didn't dare to try it lightly, so he turned to study the pill formula, and temporarily put down his focus on two purposes. This time, he devoted himself to every detail , Each step is first meditated repeatedly in the mind and practiced repeatedly in the heart.

This thought is ten days.

Ten days later, he received a notice: At Maoshi seven days later, in the square in front of Yunxiao Palace, there will be a competition for the selection of candidates for the Centennial Meeting, and all disciples must be present.

Zhou Xing was startled, and suddenly became nervous. He ran into the cave like a gust of wind, and asked Fa Xian, Master, what's the matter with this selection competition?

Fa Xian frowned and said, Two months have passed, why hasn't your cultivation changed at all? Have you concentrated on your cultivation?

Yes, but you also know that the dual cultivation of spirit and body is slow to improve, and I can't help it! You should talk about the martial arts competition first! Zhou Xing said in a hurry.

The old man sighed and said: About the Centennial Meeting, I guess you already know a lot about it. To put it simply, my Tianyuan has been going downhill for a hundred years. As for why, it is not convenient to tell you for the time being. In short, you You know, this Centennial Meeting can be said to be related to the life and death of my Tianyuan. At this Centennial Meeting, the newly-emerged Giant Sword Sect will definitely challenge my Tianyuanzong. According to the long-standing rules, there will be a total of five games, namely First Glimpse Realm, Niwan Realm, Cave Profound Realm, Golden Core Realm, Nascent Soul Realm, each level, each side will send one person to fight. As for whether to fight first at the First Glimpse Realm or the Nascent Soul Realm, it will be decided by drawing lots on the spot. Fighting in the world has always been regardless of victory or defeat, only life and death, three out of five rounds. If Jujianzong wins, it will replace my Tianyuanzong as one of the new top ten factions. If my Tianyuanzong wins, I will keep my seat. Challengers will not be allowed to participate in the Centennial Meeting again within three hundred years. As for the First Glimpse Realm, the suzerain and I hope that you can represent Tianyuanzong.

Me?... Can I do it? Zhou Xing was excited and nervous.

Fa Xian scolded with a smile: Stinky boy, you are still modest. Your combat power can beat ordinary mud balls, so why panic?

Master, I dare to fight, but the responsibility is too heavy. I am afraid that if I lose, I will become a sinner?

That's why I asked you to hurry up and practice! If you are already at the peak of this realm, wouldn't your chances of winning be greater!

Zhou Xing was depressed, feeling that he wasted too much time and failed everyone's expectations.

Okay, don't worry too much, kid. This martial arts competition is to select the top monks in the faction. If there is someone in the same realm who is stronger than you, you should just be an audience.

Zhou Xing returned to the Wuming Hall with a heavy heart, and no longer thought about refining medicine.

The seven days passed in a flash. During these seven days, he practiced kung fu day and night, and he never thought about refining medicine. Instead, he felt much more relaxed.

In the early morning of this day, there were more than a hundred people standing neatly on the square in front of the Yunxiao Temple, and Zhou Xing stood in the third row, which was fairly close to the front.

There was an old man in white robe standing next to the suzerain Facheng. Zhou Xing saw it and almost popped his eyes out of fear. Isn't that the sweeping old man who poured him wine and taught him to watch the clouds and control the tripod?