The young cultivators who appeared in front of them were all well-known disciples in the Xiaochi Sect. Originally, although the selection competition for disciples was lively, few disciples came to watch. They spent most of their time cultivating.
Above that, there is no time to care about the affairs of the outer disciples.
However, Lin Yuan, Yun Long, Zhao Tengfei and others have just entered the entry-level disciples. Lin Yuan got a Daotong Dan by chance, and as an outer disciple, he became a disciple in a few years.
I cultivated to the fourth level of Daoji a few months ago, so I can become an entry-level disciple without participating in the trial.
As for Yunlong and Zhao Tengfei, they were promoted to entry-level disciples through the trials two years ago. Two years later, their strength has surpassed the fourth level of Daoji, and is much stronger than Lin Yuan. They came to watch.
The competition was largely due to vanity. Another point was that several of the disciples they trained also participated in this trial.
"Brother Zhao, are your inferior spirit stones ready? I'm waiting to receive them." As soon as the three disciples appeared, they gathered together. One of them was wearing a white Taoist robe and was playing with an emerald-colored stone in his hand.
The cultivator of the sword smiled.
This cultivator is Yunlong, an introductory disciple of Xiaochi Sect.
"Brother Yunlong, I should be the one to ask you. I'm still waiting for you to hold those three inferior spiritual stones in person. I'll just use them when I reach the sixth level of Daoji." The person talking to Yunlong was a very burly man.
Cultivators, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, give people a rough look.
This is the entry-level disciple Zhao Tengfei. His cultivation has reached the fifth level of Dao Foundation and he may hit the sixth level of Dao Foundation at any time.
"It seems that the speed of cultivation of the two junior brothers is not slower than that of my senior brother. But the winner of this bet is definitely me." Another cultivator wearing a blue Taoist robe and having a gentle manner laughed.
He is older than Zhao Tengfei and Yunlong, so he calls himself their senior brother.
"Yuan Ming, whoever is stronger in the world of cultivation is our senior fellow apprentice. Do you think you can beat us?" Yunlong's face became a little ugly when his junior fellow apprentice called him.
"Even so, you are only at the fifth level of Taoism. Don't be too self-righteous." Zhao Tengfei felt naturally very uncomfortable. It is inevitable for a young cultivator who can become an entry-level disciple to be arrogant.
"Let's not talk nonsense. Whoever trains a master to be ranked first will be able to get the opponent's inferior spiritual stone." Yuan Ming swept the sword in Yunlong's hand, seeming a little afraid, and snorted coldly.
Turn around and leave.
Lin Yuan glanced around Yunlong and others, frowned slightly, and said in his heart: "Those guys are here, and the outer disciples they trained must be somewhat capable. It seems that they want to rely on Ye Man this time
It’s impossible for them to get first place. But don’t be complacent, I will surpass you one day.”
At this moment, Wang Teng's eyes glanced at Yunlong and others for a moment, but a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. These so-called geniuses of the Xiaochi School seemed to be nothing more than that. As long as they gave themselves enough time, they could use their current abilities to
Qualifications, is it difficult to surpass them?
Now, what he has to do is to become an entry-level disciple and enjoy the same sect benefits as Lin Yuan and others. As long as he becomes an entry-level disciple, let alone other things, he can receive two hundred or even two hundred spiritual coins every month.
More.
Moreover, Xiaochifeng's spiritual energy is far more than ten times more powerful than where the outer disciples live. The spiritual energy absorbed in one day is equivalent to at least five spiritual coins. Of course, this is for those who want to improve their cultivation as soon as possible.
It's just a drop in the bucket, but it's better than nothing.
"The lottery begins." A few minutes later, a loud bell rang on the Tianzi Competition Stage, and all the cultivators' eyes were attracted. On the Tianzi Competition Stage, there was a
There is a huge copper bell, and four new mahogany boxes that have been painted with paint, with the four big characters "Heaven and Earth" in black and yellow respectively marked on them.
The cultivators were divided into four teams according to their number cards and began to draw lots on the stage. As long as the cultivators in front of them were drawn, they did not have to go up.
"No. 1 Xiong Hai, the opponent is No. 19 Wang Yang, compete on the Tianzi Competition Platform." When the first cultivator pulled out a wooden sign, the presiding elder read in a loud voice.
"Why are you so unlucky! It's actually Wang Yang." The cultivator No. 1 is tall and strong, but at this moment he has a sad face.
"What an unlucky boy. Wang Yang is the proud general of Senior Brother Zhao Tengfei. Among the entire outer disciples of the Xiaochi Sect, I am afraid that there are few who can match him. He is the dark horse of this trial." Many cultivators shook their heads.
said.
Wang Teng watched and listened quietly on the side, remembering each of the high-profile outer disciples in his heart.
After about half a stick of incense, the lottery was about to end. Wang Teng was still not drawn, so he had to go up to the stage to draw lots. He came to the yellow wooden box, stretched his hand through the round hole above, and groped around casually.
A handful.
"Wang Teng, No. 88, is facing off against Ye Man, No. 101, in a yellow-letter competition." A loud voice, like rolling thunder, rang in everyone's ears.
Wang Teng's opponent turned out to be Ye Man. Even he felt a little unexpected and smiled bitterly in his heart.
"What a coincidence! Wang Teng's opponent is actually Ye Man. Ye Man is a proud general under Senior Brother Lin Yuan. He is very powerful. It is definitely possible to stand out in this selection and become an entry-level disciple."
"Wang Teng is dead. This Wang Teng is dead. Ye Man has long been unhappy with him. It would be strange if he doesn't beat him to death this time."
"You deserve it. This guy has a second-level Daoji cultivation. He cheated to participate in the selection competition. Killing him will make people happy." Many cultivators were full of gloating, fearing that the world would not be in chaos. Some cultivators looked at Wang Teng.
, but full of sympathy.
"Tsk, tsk! God has eyes! Wang Teng, Wang Teng! Squeezing a waste like you to death is no different from squeezing an ant to death. Wait, let's see how I torture you!" Ye Man felt happy at this time.
When he thought of the scene where ### humiliated Wang Teng, a sinister smile appeared on his face.
Lin Yuan on the side, still full of disdain, said coldly: "Don't kill him, destroy his muscles and bones, so that he can never practice. Humph! If you dare to go against me, Lin Yuan, don't even look at it.
Who are you?"
Old Man Feng and Liu Susu were already waiting for Wang Teng at the yellow-lettered competition arena. Once a cultivator is recognized as a competition venue, he must wait in a specific place and cannot watch competitions on other competition arenas.
"Xiao Wang, Ye Man is not weak, don't be careless later." Old Man Feng's expression looked very calm. He knew Wang Teng's approximate strength, so he was not worried.
"Yes, Master." Wang Teng nodded, looking at Liu Susu next to him, with an evil smile appearing on the corner of his mouth.
"Susu, Ye Man has always bullied you. Wait a minute and you'll see how I help you teach him a lesson." Wang Teng said softly.
"Yes!" Liu Susu nodded slightly, and a gentle smile seemed to flash across her cold face.
With a loud bell, the competition began.
Although the disciples who are qualified to participate in the competition are all at the third level of Daoji, their strength is at various levels, which has a lot to do with their physical strength, strength, and control of the moves. It is held at the Tianzihao Competition Platform
In the first match, Wang Yang broke his opponent Xiong Hai's arm in three or two blows, and then kicked him directly to the bottom of the competition platform.
There is no doubt that Wang Yang's strength is the best among the outer disciples of the Xiaochi sect. Although Xiong Hai is average in level, he seems vulnerable in front of him.
Wang Teng quietly watched every game on the yellow-letter competition stage, shaking his head from time to time, and showing a smile from time to time. In the past, in his eyes, the practitioners of the third level of Taoism were so powerful.
He is so powerful that he can only look up to him.
But now, he can easily see the various flaws in the cultivators' boxing moves. Some of them are very clumsy and crude, and the most brilliant ones are no more than that. Moreover, the physical strength and power of these cultivators are very average.
Some weigh around 500 kilograms, and when I was at the third level of Daoji, I was already far ahead of him.
"Look, that's Hei Kui, the number one general under Senior Brother Yunlong. He participated in the entry-level trials last time and almost entered the tenth place. Rumor has it that in the past two years, he has been taken care of by Senior Brother Yunlong, and his strength has been greatly improved.
Another breakthrough, and he is also one of the dark horses to win the championship this time." When a dark-skinned, tall, cold-faced cultivator appeared on the yellow-letter competition stage, many people shouted excitedly.
There was a loud "boom" sound. Not only was Hei Kui tall, but he was also incredibly fast. He used powerful force as soon as he made a move, and rushed towards the opponent like a black iron tower.
"No!" The cultivator's face changed drastically, and five hundred kilograms of force attached to his fist, and he smashed into Hei Kui's body.
"Trash!" Hei Kui sneered. As soon as his body came into contact with the cultivator, there were crisp sounds of fractures. The cultivator's hand bones were broken one after another, and the whole body was like a kite with broken strings.
It flew dozens of meters away and fell onto the competition platform.
"Poof!" Mouthfuls of blood kept spitting out from his mouth, and the next moment, he fainted.
"It's too, too terrifying. The force of Hei Kui's blow is probably more than 600 kilograms, and it doesn't seem to be all his strength. With such a perversion, who else can defeat him." The cultivators were shocked.
This scene shocked me.
While everyone was surprised, Wang Teng had already turned his attention to Liu Susu and smiled at her: "Beauty, are you feeling bored?"