Both Yi and Yurou focused their attention on Ling Wudi. Others saw that Ling Wudi only had one palm facing the furnace, his body was sitting upright, and there was something Shaman could not see clearly above his head.
But Yi and Yurou looked at each other in surprise. In just such a moment, the woman in the audience easily broke through the ordinary people's Qi cultivation stage and easily entered the first level of the cultivator's foundation building stage?!
Fei Tong on the side is even more depressed. Although he is a disciple of the Foundation Establishment Stage, he is still in the 9th level of the Foundation Establishment Stage. Unlike ordinary cultivators, the divisions between each level of cultivation are not particularly clear. They will have different feelings at each level.
, for example, Yurou could easily defeat Yi who was at the peak of the Golden Core, and Fei Tong, although he was still in the foundation building stage, could easily kill Ling Wudi...
However, Fei Tong had already gone through decades of training from mortal qi to foundation building back then. He was considered the best among many disciples back then. It is true that he was the only one left who had cultivated with him at the same time.
Alive... But if he can't break through the Foundation Establishment Stage within a hundred years, I'm afraid he will have to take the Peak Establishment Stage to the coffin... Thinking of this, this mortal girl in the audience made him even more depressed.
After all, this continent is not filled with cultivators like before. Cultivators are rarely seen here now. Moreover, because of a big battle a hundred years ago, all cultivating sects left this continent and lived in seclusion. For a time, cultivators became like myths.
the existence of...
Therefore, this girl has no one to guide her, but she has easily entered the foundation-building stage of a cultivator... How embarrassing is it for Fei Tong, how embarrassing it is! Thinking of this, Fei Tong's face is not very good.
"Two masters, I feel uncomfortable, so I'm leaving first!" After saying that, he threw away his magic weapon sword and left with his sword.
Yurou smiled and said: "There are already people who can't bear this kind of blow...!" However, these words were indeed extremely contemptuous.
After thinking about it, I know that a cultivator who is unable to make a breakthrough means that the physical body will also be destroyed. In the essential sense, in addition to living longer than ordinary people and being more awesome, in the eyes of those cultivators who aim to become immortals,
There is no difference between ordinary people...
If the human world on this continent respects martial arts, then the world of cultivators is even more fierce!
Naturally, Ling Wudi didn't know that she had stepped into the threshold of a cultivator just for a moment of concentration. She only felt that this feeling was extremely comfortable, as if everything around her was under her control.
The medicine in the alchemy furnace had been prepared long ago, but Ling Wudi was still reluctant to open her eyes and come out of this wonderful slow world. When a secret voice from Silver Moon came, urging her that the time was up, Ling Wudi regained her consciousness.
Open your eyes, release the inner force in your palms, and the elixir in the furnace will come out.
Suddenly, people within a hundred miles radius of the venue could smell the aroma of medicine.
In a farmhouse not far from the Medicine Fairy Convention, a scantily clad man was resting on the couch. The fragrance of medicine hit his nostrils, causing him to immediately open his narrow eyes...
With just a wave of his hand, several killers in black night clothes appeared out of thin air in this seemingly inconspicuous farmhouse, lowering their heads and waiting for dispatch.
The charming person on the couch slowly raised her fingers, lightly fanned the fragrance in the air a few times, took a deep breath, and said leisurely: "Go and check, who has reached the top level of alchemy..."
In an instant, the room was empty. The person on the couch continued to close his eyes, but there was a trace of expectation in his heart...