The upgrade assessment was completed quickly, so Lu Ping naturally wouldn't worry about it.
In the last month of the seventh team, three more people broke through to the sixth level of blood refining. The seventh team already has thirty-four disciples who have reached the sixth level of blood refining. However, looking at Liu Xianchang's noncommittal expression, Lu Ping strongly doubted that these three people had reached the sixth level of blood refining.
Is there anyone among the people who has made a breakthrough by forcibly taking a large amount of elixirs and spiritual stones, regardless of the poison and the endurance of the blood?
Although this will not result in losing the guidance and training of the sect, this extreme method will also leave hidden wounds on the monks. In the future, it will be more difficult to break through to the later stages of blood refining than ordinary people.
There were still twelve people who had reached the seventh level of blood refining, which did not bring any more surprises to Liu Xianchang. However, the sixth senior student's cultivation had broken through to the eighth level and received one hour of individual guidance from Liu Xianchang for three days in total.
Lu Ping remembered that he saw the sixth senior in the market a few days ago who also came here for the bronze mirror magic weapon. He thought it was because of his breakthrough in cultivation and he was eager to find a magic weapon to cope with the competition. As for whether the sixth senior already had one
A magic weapon, but Lu Ping didn't know about it.
Liu Xianchang stood on the cliff in front of the platform with his usual solemn look, looking at the twelve disciples who were preparing to participate in the competition, and said: "In this competition, the sect will increase the rewards. Any second-level disciple who has reached the late stage of blood refining will
, all will be rewarded with 20 pieces of spiritual stones; those who enter the top 64 will be rewarded with 40 pieces of spiritual stones; the top 32 will be rewarded with 20 pills for improving cultivation; the top 16 will be rewarded with low-level magic weapons.
One piece; if you enter the top eight, you will be qualified as an inner disciple, and each person will receive a blood-dissolving pill!"
"Hemolytic Pill!"
"It's actually a hemolytic pill! It increases the chance of entering the hemolytic stage!"
“In the past, only those who entered the semi-finals could have this honor!”
"The rumors are indeed true, and the sect's rewards this time are indeed generous!"
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Liu Xianchang was very satisfied with the effect he had created, as if he was the one who made these rules. He coughed softly, and seeing his disciple turn his attention to himself, he continued: "This is not over yet. If you have the ability to enter the top four,
A mid-level magical weapon; when entering the final battle, both of them can enter the Sutra Pavilion to choose a secret technique; if they come out on top, they will be rewarded with a real-person Talisman of the Alchemy Stage!"
Talisman treasure, it’s actually a Talisman treasure! Disciples, look at me and I look at you. No one said anything this time. They were all shocked. But this is probably only the cultivation level of the university principal and the second senior student at the ninth level of blood refining.
There is hope!
At this time, the president of the university, Yao Yong, and the second senior student, Du Feng, were already bright-eyed and eager to try.
Liu Xianchang seemed to have known this for a long time. Looking at the twelve pairs of round eyes below, he remembered that he had also walked step by step from the disciples of the Zhenling sect, and also thought of the purpose of this competition, and felt a burst of emotion for no reason!
Lu Ping looked at the other excited disciples. Although he could not hide his excitement, he could not help but wonder why the sect had doubled the scope of rewards this time and the rewards were generous.
Lu Ping looked at Liu Xianchang and found that he was slightly stunned at first, and then there was some doubt in his eyes. Obviously Liu Xianchang might know something, but he may not know everything.
Although Lu Ping was excited, he was not dazzled by the generous rewards. There were twenty squads of second-level disciples. They had reached the late stage of blood refining. In addition, although they had not reached the late stage, their strength was among the top ten disciples in their team.
, I’m afraid there are more than two hundred.
With his strength in the late seventh level, he is guaranteed to be ranked in the top sixty-four at most. If he adds the blood talisman, two magic weapons and the increasingly familiar "skill" realm spells, maybe he can be ranked in the top sixteen. This is still in the top 64.
I was lucky enough not to encounter a ninth-level blood refining disciple in advance.
Top eight, hemolytic pill! This is Lu Ping’s biggest motivation!
Although his net worth is good, compared to the disciples of the ninth level of blood refining, he is really unsure. As far as he knows, Yao Yong and Du Feng have at least two magic weapons, and they do not rule out the possibility of having middle-grade magic weapons.
; The fourth senior sister Shi Lingling was born in a monk family, has a rich net worth, and also owns two magic weapons; although other senior students Lu Ping don't know about it, they don't dare to underestimate it.
Besides, this is just the seventh team!
Unless he entered the eighth level of blood refining, it might still be possible. However, Lu Ping had just entered the seventh level for more than three months. Although he entered the late seventh level by accident, he never thought that he would successfully enter the eighth level.
Even college principal Yao Yong, who was praised as a genius by Liu Xianchang, took two and a half years to break through to the eighth level. Fourth senior sister Shi Lingling was only 13 years old when she broke through to the seventh level, and it took two years to break through to the eighth level.
At the age of seventeen, she has reached the late eighth level, but her breakthrough to the ninth level is still far away.
Can he enter the eighth floor? Lu Ping shook his head and decided not to dwell on this issue anymore!
The rising sun in the morning is like the disciples of Zhenling Villa, bursting out of the sky with strong vitality, and their joyful smiles dye the entire Zhenling Villa with a different color!
The promotion competition for the second-level disciples of Zhenling Villa was held in the square of the Villa.
Nine arenas rise in the center of the square, of which eight small arenas form a circle and guard a large arena in the center.
Below the central arena, more than two hundred second-level disciples were divided into twenty teams. Each team had different numbers, ranging from fourteen to five, but the minimum team was ten. Each team was led by an immortal leader in the hemolysis stage.
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Outside the eight small arenas, there was already a sea of people. Other disciples from Zhenling Academy who were not qualified to participate, as well as first- and third-level disciples came to watch the promotion competition of second-level disciples. There were also some other outer disciples.
Tens of thousands of people.
In the midst of the commotion, a clear shout was heard: "Disciples, be quiet!"
The entire square fell into silence. A middle-aged Immortal Elder walked up to the central arena, and the disciples in the audience began to whisper again.
Lu Ping recognized that this was the Immortal Chief Wang of the first team, and all the Immortal Chiefs of the second-level disciples were headed by him. Legend has it that this Immortal Chief already had the power of the late-stage hemolysis, and this was the last second-level disciple he led.
After that, I will be responsible for bringing up third-level disciples.
Wang Xianchang looked majestic. When he walked to the stage, he swept his eyes and shouted: "Lead the team to the central arena! All the disciples will welcome the real dean together with us!"
Liu Xianchang and twenty other people stood up and flew to the ring, saluted with all the disciples, and shouted in unison: "Welcome to the Master, the Master!"
"Haha..." A loud laugh was heard. The sound was not loud, but everyone heard it very clearly: "The disciple promotion competition is held every five years. Every time, I have to trouble you all to wait here. The veteran is quite satisfied.
I’m so sorry!”
When the laughter rang out, the dean was still nowhere to be seen. When he started to speak, everyone saw three green lights shooting in from outside the other courtyard. As soon as he finished speaking, an old man was already standing on the central stage.
Two other middle-aged Taoists followed.
From the beginning to the end, the voice in everyone's ears did not change at all. If they hadn't seen the old man flying from a distance, they would have thought that the old man had been standing on the ring talking.