After a night of practice, the shaking energy and blood in the body was finally calmed down. Not only was it restored to its best condition, but the five-color light spots were slightly more than before.
The robe on his chest was torn to pieces by Wan Burui's punch. Before leaving the cave, he changed into a new robe and then walked out of the cave.
Wan Buhui hugged Nan Rong Jingxuan and returned to his mountain peak like a flash of lightning. The Dantian was destroyed, not that he could not walk. After the initial pain period, he was no different from other people, but there was no real energy in his body.
From then on he became an ordinary mortal.
However, this statement is not absolute. In this world, there are elixirs specifically designed to restore Dantian, but ordinary monks cannot afford to buy them. Also, this elixir is very scarce. Sometimes, even if you have enough
Yuan Jing may not be able to be purchased.
Nan Rong Jingxuan sat on the edge of the bed with a depressed look on her face. She had a mixed feeling in her heart. She knew very well what it meant to have her Dantian destroyed. From now on, she would be insulated from cultivation and return to the imperial capital to live like an ordinary person.
life.
Wan Bu regretted pacing back and forth in the open space of the room. He now hated Lu Qingfeng deeply and wished he could crush Lu Qingfeng into ashes.
Walking in front of Nanrong Jingxuan, Wan Buhui said: "Jingxuan, after this competition, I will send someone to take you back to Nanrong Imperial Capital. Maybe your father can find the elixir for you to restore your Dantian.
, after you recover your Dantian, you can return to Qingyun Sword Sect to train with your master."
Nan Rong Jingxuan sobbed and nodded without saying a word. Wan Bu regret sighed, turned around and left Nan Rong Jingxuan's room and returned to his cave.
Wan Buhui sat cross-legged on the futon and sneered: "Elixir to repair the Dantian? How can it be so difficult for me? I just became my disciple and you haven't done anything for me yet, so I have to spend so much money."
I won’t do such a loss-making business with huge financial resources.”
This is a true portrayal of Wan Buhui's inner world. He is such a profit-seeking villain with an extremely narrow mind. Anyone who becomes his disciple will suffer a lifetime of sorrow.
In the blink of an eye, the sky was getting brighter, and the soul that had no regrets swept towards Lu Qingfeng's cave abode on Luoxia Peak. At that moment, Lu Qingfeng walked out of the cave abode.
Seeing Lu Qingfeng's full of energy, Wan Bu was furious and said: "Lu Qingfeng, it seems that you really have to practice some kind of body training technique. Huh, no matter what kind of technique you practice, I will definitely kill you."
Got you."
Lu Qingfeng left his cave and walked along the bluestone path towards the True Disciple Restaurant. He turned a corner and saw the restaurant from a distance. The fat chef was leaning on the door frame. He also saw Lu Qingfeng.
But he didn't speak,
When he got close, he said: "Senior Brother Lu, I heard that you were beaten by Wan Buhui last night. This old dog is so shameless. With such a high status, he actually attacked Senior Brother Lu. If I have the ability
, I have to chop him with a kitchen knife."
Lu Qingfeng smiled slightly and said, "Junior brother, is there anything to eat?" "Yes," the little fat chef said, "I prepared it last night. I wanted to send it to your cave, but I was afraid that it would affect the healing of senior brother.
I’m not going now, just go inside and wait, you’ll be fine soon.”
After a few minutes, the little fat chef brought out the tray again, this time with four dishes and one soup, and placed it on the table. The little fat man said: "This was prepared yesterday. I heated it up again. It's not nutritious."
It will be lost and the taste will not change. How about you try it?"
Lu Qingfeng picked up a bite of the dish, tasted it, nodded and said, "It's really good, it tastes very good."
"If it tastes good, just eat more," the little fat chef said: "Senior Brother Lu, I heard that you suffered internal injuries last night, so I prepared these overnight. These are the internal organs of a fifth-level monster. Take a look.
This, this is the fried large intestine, this is the stir-fried liver tip, this is the smooth heart, and this is the tripe slices. Look at this soup, it is made with all the offal offal, it is called white pot soup.
"
Lu Qingfeng heard something strange, so he asked: "Junior Brother, why are these dishes made from offal?" The little fat man laughed: "Senior Brother Lu, you don't know, this is called eating what you eat, you are suffering from it last night.
Internal injuries, if I stew a thigh of a monster for you, it would be a mistake."
Lu Qingfeng was deeply moved. He looked at the little fat man and said, "Junior brother, I have made you bother. I feel very sorry for you to do this."
The little fat man smiled broadly: "Senior Brother Lu, don't say that. It's my job to serve you."
Although the little fat man said this, Lu Qingfeng kept it in mind. In the future, when he has the ability, he must properly repay the little fat man for such meticulous care.
After breaking up with the little fat chef, Lu Qingfeng quickly arrived at the Dabi Square in front of the main peak. He could see it from a distance. There were only two competition stages left in the center of the square. The competition hadn't started yet. Six hundred and twenty
An elite disciple is already waiting outside the competition stage.
The settings of the two competition stages today are somewhat different from those in the past, because from now on, among all the disciples participating in the competition, except for a very small number of Divine Realm disciples, most of them have cultivation levels above the Supreme Realm Realm.
These disciples are all geniuses of the Qingyun Sword Sect, and the martial arts they perform are already very powerful, and some of them can already cause large-scale damage to low-level disciples.
Therefore, not only are the two competition stages far apart, but a fence is set up five hundred meters away from the competition stage. Just like the fence of the duel stage, no one is allowed to enter the fence.
In the square, there are eight passages leading to the two competition stages. Except for these eight passages, other places are already overcrowded.
For the inner and outer disciples, today is the day they are most looking forward to. Watching the elite disciples compete is of self-evident benefit to them. Watching each move of these disciples is a great inspiration to them.
Maybe someone will have a breakthrough or epiphany while watching the game.
Therefore, these low-level disciples came here very early in order to occupy a more advantageous position so that they could watch the competition of these elite disciples to the maximum extent.
Outside the fence, a large number of sect deacons were sent here to maintain order around the competition stage. All the elders from the outer and inner sects were also sent out to patrol the square constantly.
Although there were tens of thousands of people in the square, there was no chaos at all. Everything was so orderly. Moreover, the entire square seemed very quiet, to the point where you could almost hear a pin drop.
Qingyun Temple has left its original position and has flown to the sky above the competition stage. This also shows that the sect attaches great importance to the competition between elite disciples.
The front of the temple faces the main peak. When Lu Qingfeng came over, he could see the front of the temple when he raised his head. Among the ten elders, nine elders gathered together and talked and laughed. Only Wan Buhui sat alone on one side.
There was no expression on the face of the Ninth Elder, but his eyes looked very sinister. Apparently, he had not gotten over yesterday's anger. Lu Qingfeng's eyes stayed on the Ninth Elder for a moment, then turned and walked away.
.
As if sensing something, the Ninth Elder suddenly raised his head and glanced at Lu Qingfeng with his bloodshot eyes. Two cold rays shot out from his eyes, exerting all the pressure on Lu Qingfeng. Lu Qingfeng put his hands behind his back,
He stared directly at Wan Bugui, showing no signs of being suppressed by coercion.
Lu Qingfeng's soul had already reached the peak of the True Realm. Faced with the pressure of Wan Buhui's soul, Lu Qingfeng showed an indifferent expression, smiled slightly, turned around and left, no longer paying attention to Wan Buhui's unprovoked provocation.
Wanbu was furious and furious, cursing secretly in his heart: "Boy, just wait, sooner or later I will let you know the consequences of offending me."
Under the two competition stages, lottery boxes have been prepared. In front of each lottery box, 310 elite disciples are waiting there, ready to draw lots at any time.
Not long after, the elite disciple Chuan Gong Elder who had announced the start of the competition walked up to one of the competition stages, cleared his throat, and said: "Before drawing lots, I will briefly introduce the things that need to be paid attention to in the competition.
, this year’s elite disciple competition, there is no reward, no ranking, among the 620 people, the top ten and the bottom ten will be decided, and the top ten disciples will become the true disciples."
The elder Chuan Gong stopped, glanced around, and then continued: "You should pay attention to the last ten disciples. If you were among the last ten in the previous two competitions, plus this
Once is three times, so congratulations, the position of the inner disciple's elder is yours. As for the rules, they are still the same as before.
In this way, lives are not allowed to be harmed. If one party voluntarily admits defeat, the other party must stop immediately. The competition between elite disciples still adopts an elimination system. This means that if you lose in the first game, then unfortunately, I tell you,
You will never have the chance to go on stage again, okay, stop talking nonsense and let’s start drawing lots.”
As the elder finished speaking, the orderly drawing of lots began. Ten minutes later, all 620 people had drawn lots. Nan Ronglin drew number 14, Duanmu Xiaoyun number 57, and He Tianyun number 100.
No. 29, Zhu Youcai No. 316. Except for No. 1 to No. 4, everyone else retreated outside the fence.
Just listen to the chief referees on the two competition stages say: "Disciple No. 1 and Disciple No. 2 will go to the Competition Stage No. 1. Disciple No. 3 and Disciple No. 4 will go to the Competition Stage No. 2." Following the announcement of the chief referee, the elite disciples
The competition officially kicked off.
Lu Qingfeng was still sitting cross-legged on the bluestone ground beside the square. Although Nan Ronglin, Duanmu Xiaoyun, He Tianyun, and Zhu Youcai all said that they would have no problem becoming a true disciple, Lu Qingfeng was still a little worried.
In fact, Lu Qingfeng also believes that the four of them will not exaggerate their own strength for no reason. Although these four people sometimes have the atmosphere of some playboys due to their family backgrounds, in general, these four people still speak very well.
Believable.
Later, Lu Qingfeng changed his mind and thought that thinking about these things now has no effect. The results will come out soon. He can only sincerely wish the four of them here, hoping that they can all become true disciples as they wish.