Good guy! This beauty Meng Li knows a lot of handsome guys. Another bird from the sky landed. He is over 1.85 meters tall and is a super handsome guy. Even Wen Yi feels inferior when he looks at it.
"Zhang Hui!"
"Yu Wan!"
They all know each other, doesn’t it mean that Shaoyang Martial Arts School is for the public, and the children of the family are for the sect? At first glance, these children of the Niucha family are also so interested in Shaoyang Martial Arts School?
"Brother Yuwan, I heard that your sledgehammer has also achieved artistic conception? Haha!" Zhang Hui naturally occupied the other side of the beautiful girl Mengli, and Wen Yi took a few steps back obediently.
"Zhang Hui, I know that your Golden Sword Concept is very fast, but my sledgehammer is not bad now. I just want to try my skills at the competition stage in Mingla City." Yu Wan said proudly.
"Really, that's just right. I'm also determined to win the century-old elixir from the Mingla City Competition, haha!" Zhang Hui said not to be outdone.
Isn't it? A martial arts center's early test competition will reward a hundred-year elixir? For Wen Yi, the value of a hundred-year elixir is too great. At least, once the ghost mouse Qiqige has this thing, he will be able to watch it.
Far, it is simply a life-saving weapon.
Of course, if the ghost rat Qiqige had more of the century-old elixir, she should be able to recover faster. As for how a soul body can absorb the century-old elixir, Wen Yi doesn't understand and won't worry about it.
Wen Yi didn't think there was anything remarkable about Mingla City. It didn't seem to be very different from Langfang City. Perhaps it was because the test competition of Shaoyang Martial Arts Center was going to be held here, but the central area of Mingla City had a very high density of people.
Far away, Wen Yi could see a large number of competition stages, which were probably built temporarily. Many casual cultivators came to join in the fun. Wen Yi even noticed that the gambling house was shouting for everyone to place bets.
These monks came from all over the world. Who knows who? How did the odds of this gambling house come about? Wen Yi curiously walked over and discovered Meng Li's name.
Oh? That little beauty is still a celebrity! No, there are only twenty names in total. Wen Yi has only seen three of them. The other two are naturally the "guardians" of the beautiful Mengli whom he met on the road, Zhang Hui and Yu Wan
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What's going on here? Aren't all the people taking the exam at the Shaoyang Martial Arts Center supposed to be from the Mero Kingdom? The Langfang City where you are seems to be a big city, so why don't you know anyone there?
Where did these elites come from? Oh, I have been staying near Langfang City, so I don’t know enough.
There are too many situations that Wen Yi doesn't understand, and he doesn't even know the rules of the competition. Zhang Hui, Yu Wan, and Meng Li are descendants of big families, and of course they have their own social circles. Who would deal with a "lower guy" like Wen Yi?
Waiting for someone"?
"I'm here to register for the competition." Wen Yi saw the registration office. There were hundreds of registration offices, and it was not too crowded. Wen Yi could also see that many of them were casual practitioners.
"Name; age; spiritual roots; cultivation level." The little deacon in white kept repeating the same words.
"Li Shimin; twelve years old; third-line spiritual root; late warrior." Wen Yi even changed his name, and the provincial Delei family traced him. Of course, Wen Yi's previous life worshiped Tang Taizong Li Shimin very much, but that was
The only awesome character known as the "Khan of Heaven", I just want to borrow it.
"Well, a group of number three hundred and sixty-one." The little deacon in white handed Wen Yi a suggested number plate. This level is not strict at all. It is whatever you say. I guess I won't know the details until I get to Shaoyang Martial Arts Center.
Take the level seriously.
Of course, there are too many people coming to register. It would be great if Mingla City can receive them. Who can do it for you in such detail?
After successful registration, Wen Yi was given a piece of paper with simple instructions and rules for the competition.
The rules are very simple. They are divided into two groups. The late warriors are in one group, and the middle warriors are in the second group. The age is stuck at fifteen years old. However, there are probably many people who make nonsense of this kind of registration. Anyway, you don’t know how old I am.
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As expected, the reward is a hundred-year elixir. Of course, only the top three in a group are rewarded with a hundred-year elixir. Not to mention samurai, even martial arts masters are jealous of this thing. It is difficult for casual cultivators to earn spiritual stones.
If he could get a hundred-year-old elixir, at least it would be like Wenyi who sold it for two thousand spiritual stones.
Of course, the top ten will also be rewarded with spirit stones.
Wen Yi looked at the monks gathered in twos and threes near the battle stage. They were probably all "rich children" like Meng Li. The century-old elixir might be considered precious to them, but for these noble children, running here would be a waste.
To build the so-called reputation is the most important thing.
Wen Yi was a little confused. What was the purpose of Mingla City? It was a spiritual stone and a reward for a century-old elixir. What benefits could the organizers get? If there is no benefit, it would be too late.
"Alchemist Wen Yi!" A familiar voice sounded behind Wen Yi. Wen Yi looked back and saw that it was the casual cultivator who had killed Hun Qiu back then and who later came to remind him.
"Are you also going to Shaoyang Martial Arts Center?" Wen Yi asked. His mother is dead, and there is nothing to talk about.
"Yes, the only way out for a Sanlinggen casual cultivator like me is the Shaoyang Martial Arts Center. Call me Shangpin." They have all left the crisis-ridden Langfang City, and everyone has no worries anymore.
After all, even though they come from the same place, they have some sense of closeness, and gradually we have more exchanges.
Shangpin was indeed a non-traditional cultivator, a very ordinary farmer's child. Shangpin, who was born with good food, made the family with a small income even poorer. Both his parents were in poor health, and they both lost their lives when Shangpin was young.
, it was only by eating the "hundreds of meals" from the village that I didn't starve to death.
An accidental opportunity changed Shangpin's fate. Shangpin rescued a passing samurai and gave him the lowest secret book. In the popular term of the cultivation world, such a secret book is a universal secret book, that is to say,
No matter what spiritual root you have as a monk, you can practice.
For a person like Shang Pin, such a secret book should be very precious. How can it be like Wen Yi, who needs a secret book for each type of spiritual root? Wouldn't it be very trouble-free to have a secret book that can be used to cultivate any type of spiritual root?
This universal secret book that can be used in any department is really rubbish. In the words of Wen Yi in his previous life, no one can become an omnipotent scientist. Oh, are you a mathematician, a physicist, or a military strategist...
Where can there be such a good thing in the world?
Shangpin was very happy to know that he had spiritual roots. Once he started practicing, he would become a "great" warrior. At least he wouldn't have to go hungry, right?
This all-purpose all-system secret book is really strenuous. After practicing for more than a year, Shang Pin didn’t know what spiritual root he had. Anyway, he meditated on everything. After persisting for more than two years, he finally made a breakthrough.
The lowest level of samurai in the early stages.
The wild beasts in the mountains behind Shangpin's village were damaged. However, Shangpin was still very conscientious. The wild beasts he hunted would often be distributed to more than a dozen families in the village. After all, his survival depended on everyone's help.
Help?
Shang Pin grew very fast, and he was already as tall as he is before he was ten years old. He didn't know that the secrets of his cultivation were extremely rubbish. Anyway, a year later, the eleven-year-old Shang Pin finally advanced.
In the middle period of the samurai period.
Are samurai also monks? No matter how big the ordinary weapons are, they can't withstand a samurai's fight. Shang Pin knows that it's time for him to leave.
After leaving his remote hometown, Shang Pin finally knew the problem with his all-purpose all-system secret book. After struggling for a year, he changed to a special secret book. This guy has three spiritual roots of water, fire and wood. Of course, Shang Pin prefers the fire system.
"Innate divine power!" Wen Yi looked at Shang Pin in surprise. This family is lucky. Don't underestimate this innate divine power. The most important thing in a warrior's battle is who is stronger.
Spiritual weapons can increase a warrior's strength. Just like the rare golden stick that Yanyu gave to him, it can increase his strength by 20%. This is a terrifying thing.
Wen Yicai advanced to the late stage warrior, with a strength of nearly 3,000 kilograms. Using the golden stick, he increased his strength by more than 600 kilograms. The top late stage warrior only weighed 3,090 kilograms.
If this Shangpin is born with divine power, wouldn't it mean that he has used more spiritual weapons than others?
Of course, it is difficult to calculate if it is about artistic conception. Different artistic conceptions have different increases in the combat power of monks. Some increase the momentum and strength, and some increase the speed and movement... As for whose strength is stronger,
It still depends on actual combat.
"Shang Pin, you are practicing quite quickly." Wen Yi couldn't help but admire, this guy also has a third-line spiritual root, he is only two years older than himself, and he is also a late-stage warrior. Wen Yi cultivated by absorbing precious alchemy energy.
"Yeah, maybe my physique is better." Shangpin said. Maybe this natural divine power is a rare system in itself, and it really absorbs spiritual energy faster?
"Call me Li Shimin, it will save you trouble." Wen Yi reminded Shang Pin, and Shang Pin knew him here.
"Li Shimin, your name is really weird." A pleasant voice came. It was the beauty Mengli. She probably heard Wen Yi's last words.
The names of people in this world are somewhat like those of foreigners in previous lives. They all have the suffix of a family name. Of course, most casual cultivators are from poor backgrounds, so how can they have a family name? It would be nice to have a name.
Zhang Hui and Yu Wan, the "Second Generals of Humph" behind Meng Li, saw the disdain on Wen Yi's face, and Wen Yi understood that the name Li Shimin clearly meant that Wen Yi was not a child of some family. The aristocratic children looked down on the "humble" San
Repairing is normal.
Wen Yi didn't bother to argue with Zhang Hui and Yu Wan, the "Second Generals of Heng Ha". However, this beauty Meng Li must be a child of a big family, so why was she interested in coming to her side?
"It's nothing strange. I'm a casual cultivator. I'm very lucky to have the opportunity to practice." Wen Yi said, Meng Li is a relatively upright member of the family, and Wen Yi still has a good impression of this beauty.
"Aren't you family members? Why didn't you join the sect and go to the Shaoyang martial arts dojo?" Wen Yi asked curiously.
"Sect? Just that rubbish sect of Lingling Sect? Oh no!" Zhang Hui said disdainfully.
"Shaoyang Martial Arts Center is pretty good. I'm here to experience things. I can't stay at home all the time, right? I'm quite envious of you casual practitioners who are so free." Meng Li's thoughts sounded like those of a rich man in her previous life.
What is "remembering the bitter and thinking of the sweet", experiencing life.