Alchemist Association, a simple and elegantly decorated room.
The old man, who was wearing a bright red alchemist robe and a golden auspicious cloud badge on his chest, stood in front of a tall bronze mirror and kept carefully stroking the sparse hair on his head with his hands.
"After hundreds of years, I finally have hair."
Taoist Master Lian Shen, the master of the alchemy hall, looked at the few strands of hair growing on his head in the mirror and smiled happily.
A voice came from the door, "Master, the matter has been settled. The Ziyun Sect and several people have left Muhua City."
The old man nodded, "I understand, let's go down!"
Then he shook his head and said with a confident smile, "These few strands of hair add a lot to my appearance, giving me a hint of my youthful demeanor. Mo Jiuxuan, this guy is pretty good."
...
Fang Bin, the grandson of the Ziyun Sect's leader, was seriously injured, and his disciples came to question him aggressively. In the end, he was dismissed so easily, and it seemed that the two sides were talking harmoniously.
Mo Jiuxuan's identity suddenly became mysterious.
Subsequently, Wuji Sect became known to more people.
How could a member of a little-known and weak sect scare away a sect by himself? Even though he was somewhat famous twenty years ago, he no longer poses much of a threat today.
There must be something hidden in it!
Mo Xiaoran continued to hone her marksmanship, and she had mastered the fourth level of the Wild Waves Canghai Spear, but she felt there was always a slight flaw.
No matter how much he fights with his senior brothers, the seemingly non-existent barrier is like a lump in the throat, making people feel irritated.
Judging from Mo Jiuxuan's experience, Xiaoran's practice was too fast and has now reached a bottleneck.
Just like a learning genius, he feels that he has mastered all the knowledge points. He cannot discover his shortcomings until he passes the exam.
Physical training is also a kind of spiritual practice. Physical talent is just talent. To realize your talent, you need experience and accumulation of experience.
As for accumulation, Luo Ying is a good choice.
The Luoying Field in Muhua City is similar to the Colosseum or a boxing ring in ancient Rome. Two people fight in a formation, and only one can leave the formation standing.
The other one had to be carried out.
After all, it is a method used by the city lord of Muhua City to make money. If someone is killed and the lives of the contestants are not guaranteed, they will probably be left empty-handed soon.
Everyone is a civilized person, and they come to see the profound skills and gorgeous techniques. No one wants to see the bloody scenes.
The staff at the registration office of Luoying Field were several men in their thirties, wearing the accountant's robes and sitting behind the counter. They wrote down the contestants' names with their pens and collected the entry fee...five low-grade spiritual stones.
Most of the contestants are casual cultivators, disciples of individual sects, and young heroes pursuing the pinnacle of martial arts.
Mo Xiaoran stood in the center of the team and silently followed the team forward.
Looking around, you can see the waist of a thick man in front of you, and the abdomen of a burly man behind you.
The air was filled with the smell of men's sweat.
She wrinkled her nose, took out a square silk handkerchief to cover her nose, and turned her face sideways, looking unbearable.
Even so, the long, smooth black hair like a waterfall and the smart eyes that can talk have attracted the attention of many people.
"Hey, little girl, are you here to participate in the competition at Luoying Field?"
Mo Xiaoran glanced at the man and found that he had a bad smile on his face and thought he was a child, and he immediately felt unhappy.
His eyebrows were raised and he stared at the man, "Do you want to take care of it?"
The man didn't take it seriously and said, "Hey, I'm quite stubborn. I heard from my uncle that if the children are playing in the mud at home, they have to come and beat them!"
"Noisy, get out!"
Mo Xiaoran, who had been held in the palm of his hand since he was a child, felt a little unhappy when he saw that the other party was eccentric and had a bad temper, so he immediately greeted him cordially.
The man's eyes were focused, his expression was cold and stern, he stared at Mo Xiaoran deeply for a while, with a sneer on his lips, he turned around and entered the gate of Luo Yingchang.
"Little girl, let's go quickly. That man is Zhu Long, a well-known casual cultivator nearby. He is the most ruthless person. He comes here purely for excitement. No cultivator who has fought with him can leave with his limbs intact."
Mo Xiaoran turned around and looked up, only to find a middle-aged monk with a good-natured appearance and a mediocre appearance, staring at Zhu Long who was leaving through the gate.
"Is he very powerful?" Mo Xiaoran blinked his bright eyes, looking like he was asking for advice.
A beautiful little girl will always make people let down their guard, let alone a nine-year-old girl, how could she have any evil intentions?
The middle-aged monk showed off his knowledge, "Zhu Long has the strength of the ninth level of Qi refining and is ruthless. He once fought against three rogue cultivators alone and was undefeated, seriously injuring two and killing one."
"The man who escaped didn't avenge his companions?"
"Three of them have never been beaten. How can he take revenge on his own? It is said that since then, that man left Muhua City, probably because he was afraid that Zhu Longqiu would settle the score."
"Stilt head..."
Mo Xiaoran muttered and ignored the middle-aged monk's nonsense to persuade her to leave.
After registering, I received my number 88, stuck it on my chest, and followed the people in front of me through the gate.
The Luoying Field is very large, with rest areas and treatment areas specifically for contestants on stage.
She was wearing a yellow dress and her thin figure looked very abrupt in the adult world, attracting a lot of attention.
The way Luoyingchang operates is that the winner wins twenty spiritual stones, and the loser pays for their own treatment expenses. However, the real profit for the city owner is the thousands of spectators.
The ticket price is up to six spiritual stones. If a famous person is arranged to participate on a certain day, the ticket price will increase significantly.
In the lounge, there are fruits and some pastries on the table, all of ordinary style, without any spiritual energy in them.
The voice of the commentator through the formation was passionate and impassioned, making people excited and eager to rush to the stage and have a fight.
There were several casual cultivators around Mo Xiaoran, some were meditating with their eyes closed, some were holding knives and meditating. There were also some people who talked about interesting things in twos and threes, and let out light laughter from time to time.
In order to maintain her cold image, the little girl sat silently in the corner, closing her eyes to settle her emotions so that she could adapt to the noisy environment.
This time, she secretly left the Sitong Chamber of Commerce alone to participate in the competition at Luoying Field just to hone her marksmanship.
Although the realms of his senior brothers were higher than his own, due to their feelings, they were a little timid and could not really let Mo Xiaoran feel the joy of fighting.
Finding that the little girl was silent, some people suddenly became bold, pointing and saying some offensive words.
Mo Xiaoran opened her eyes and locked the monk who was laughing at her through her smart ears...
Hum, laugh, laugh as much as you want, you may cry later.
When the little girl imagined that she was killing everyone on the stage, a figure naturally sat down next to her, and then she felt that the other person's eyes were staring at her.
Who is so annoying?
Mo Xiaoran turned his head and stared back... "Um, second senior brother, why are you here?"
Second senior brother Chen Sang smiled horribly, "I should ask you this!"
"It's boring to stay at Sitong Chamber of Commerce. I heard that you can fight with others here, and you can get spiritual stones if you win, so I came here."
"What, senior brother can't I fight with you?"
"Senior brother always asks me, but I'm no match for you when it comes to seriousness, so what's the point?"
"If you are hurt by others, Master and senior brothers will feel sorry for you."
"I don't care, I'm going to play."
Showing his junior sister's unreasonable attitude, Chen Sang frowned even more.
At this time, one person noticed what was going on here. A strange and sinister man was sitting next to the cute and beautiful little sister and chattering incessantly. The little sister looked impatient.
For such a young child to take action, what a beast!
"Hey, stay away from little sister!"
The person came to Chen Sang, and the aura of the eighth level of Qi Refining was released intentionally or unintentionally, putting pressure on Chen Sang.
Chen Sang was confused. He raised his head and found a young man in gorgeous clothes, with a jade pendant hanging from his waist, and handsome appearance, looking directly at him.
The man smiled and said to Mo Xiaoran, "Don't be afraid, little sister. With my brother here, I won't let bad people bully you."
Chen Sang faced the man, "Why, why did it bother you that I was talking to my junior sister?"
"I don't know him."
Mo Xiaoran's smart eyes rolled around, he jumped up and hid behind the man, quietly stuck out his tongue at Chen Sang, and tugged on the man's sleeve.
"Thank you, brother. Let's go sit over there. This person is so annoying."
I...you...
Chen Sang watched helplessly as the stranger took away his junior sister. Before leaving, the man snorted with a look of contempt and perversion.
Chen Sang roared angrily in his heart: I'm not a pervert, that's really my little junior sister!
After a few minutes of getting to know each other, it turned out that this gentle young man was a disciple of a spiritual family near Muhua City, named Lu Hanlin.
However, at the age of thirty, he already had the strength of the eighth level of Qi Refining, and could be considered top-notch in the Wuji Sect.
But the sixth and seventh levels of Qi refining seem to be very common outside.
Mo Xiaoran's evaluation of the sect's strength was quietly lowered by half a star, and he was a little anxious about the speed of his growth.
When can I reach the golden elixir stage?
The little girl held her face with her hands and tilted her head, thinking silently.
"No. 88 vs. No. 37, No. 64 vs. No. 18."
The commentary voice played through the formation sounded in the lounge. Mo Xiaoran stood up and found that the man next to him had also stood up.
"It's our turn!"
Lu Hanlin smiled smartly and said, "Be careful now. If the opponent is too strong, just admit defeat!"
Mo Xiaoran said, "You too."
Walking through the passage leading to the competition platform, Mo Xiaoran couldn't adapt to the light falling from the sky for a while.
She winked and jumped up. The girl in yellow shirt was as light as a butterfly dancing among the flowers.
Such a little girl came to Luoying Field to compete, and thousands of spectators were almost stunned.
There were boos everywhere.
"By allowing a little girl to participate in the competition, has the organizer's conscience been eaten by a dog?"
"Is there no one around? Let the children come up. We are here to watch the game, not to see adults bullying children."
"Refund~Refund~Refund~"
Mo Xiaoran's eyebrows jumped uncontrollably.
This is very similar to his father's little actions before getting angry.
Amidst the noisy shouting, she saw a middle-aged monk in his thirties standing opposite the high platform.
The man wanted to fight, but suddenly found that his opponent was a child.
"Haha~ You're lucky. The spirit stones this time are really good. Little girl, give in! The thin skin and tender flesh will hurt you in a while, and the scars will not look good."
Mo Xiaoran sneered and raised his finger at him. The man never thought that this girl would dare not take him seriously.
Malice arose in my heart, "You stinky girl, you are so shameless. I will destroy your beautiful little face so that you will never be able to smile again."
He made a sword gesture, and the long sword from behind was unsheathed and flying in the air, "Little girl, you must die for me!"
The sword technique pointed at Mo Xiaoran, and the flying sword made a "swish" sound in his mouth, drew a white light in the air, and headed straight for Mo Xiaoran.
Mo Xiaoran wanted to establish his authority.
With a loud shout, he already held the green spear in his hand and slashed it down to the ground in front of him. An unparalleled surge of gun energy blasted forward along the ground, directly knocking off the flying sword and knocking it down with the monk.
Arena.
The "refund" sound of the mountain shouting and tsunami paused momentarily, and then the "oh fuck" sound of the mountain shouting and tsunami resounded through the sky.
"This little girl is amazing!"
"Isn't he a pervert?"
"What did I see? Oops, I'm blind."
Mo Xiaoran turned a deaf ear to the shouts. She held the handle of the gun and swung the tip down. The wind blew the hair around her ears. The girl who was in the limelight proudly walked down the ring.
Lu Hanlin was fighting back and forth with a swordsman when he suddenly heard a roar, so the two stopped what they were doing and looked at the ring where Mo Xiaoran was from a distance.
On the ring, the monk screamed and flew out of the ring, leaving only a thin figure of Huang Shan holding a spear and disappearing.
"This little girl is not simple!"
Lu Hanlin smiled and said to the swordsman, "Okay, stop playing around, let's be serious, or else we will be outclassed by a little girl."
The swordsman smiled coldly and said to himself, I have already tried my best... "Okay, let us see the true meaning of this."
After the swords collided briefly, the swordsman looked horrified and flew up into the sky.
...
In the lounge, Mo Xiaoran took the silk and quietly wiped the tip of the spear.
"Junior sister, you did a good job!"
At some point, Chen Sang held his chin with his hand and leaned sideways on the chair next to the Huangshan girl.
"Um!"
Mo Xiaoran responded lightly.
Killing her opponent instantly did not make her feel happy. What she longed for was a hearty battle, a battle fought with sweat and fierceness.
Only this kind of fighting can make her happy and give her fighting experience.
"Number forty-four!"
The voice of explanation sounded again, Chen Sang remained indifferent, and Mo Xiaoran's eyes were fixed on his senior brother's chest.
The forty-four brand was right next to his heart.
Chen Sang reacted, took off the badge with two fingers, flicked it, and the badge flew to a remote corner.
He felt that the junior sister's eyes were a bit strange, "The purpose of my coming here is not to fight, but to prevent my lovely junior sister from being bullied."
Then I thank you!
Mo Xiaoran rolled his eyes and ignored it.
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Mo Jiuxuan was lying on the eaves of an octagonal building in Sitong Chamber of Commerce, with his hands behind his head and his confused eyes scanning the geese flying by in the sky...
I really miss the days without the glory system.
At that time, I practiced hard every day and my strength increased visibly with the naked eye.
It feels really good to improve your abilities step by step.
But now...
Unable to practice, I can only refining pills crazily, earn spiritual stones, buy exercise pills, and fully support my daughter in improving her realm.
Although I was promoted from the fifth level of foundation building to the ninth level of foundation building in just one and a half years, I lost the joy of reaping rewards through sweat and hard work.
Even if there are some Foundation Establishment monks, they will never be able to practice from the first level of Foundation Establishment to the second level of Foundation Establishment in their lifetime.
I would mechanically refine elixirs every day and sell them to Su Yumeng. I would use the money to buy medicinal materials, refine more elixirs, and earn more spirit stones, just to buy a set of awesome orange equipment.
His heart was tired, and more importantly, he seemed to see himself three thousand years later, refining elixirs in the alchemy room and exchanging money every day.
Day after day, year after year, such days are far away.
Thinking of this, his train of thought changed... "Actually, it wouldn't be bad to find a beautiful rich woman and live at the peak of your life."
He glanced at Boss Su next to him, who was wearing a red skirt, outlining his round buttocks, and had a beautiful side face and enchanting eyes.
This is a great choice.
"What are you looking at?"
Su Yumeng noticed Mo Jiuxuan's gaze, tilted her head and brushed a few strands of hair by her ears with her hands, with an expression like "I'm waiting for you to confess."
"Oh~ look at the wild goose, it can fly!"
Mo Jiuxuan turned away and silently said sorry to his wife who was still in seclusion.
He felt that he was too dirty.
People regard you as a friend, but you only care about their health.
After silently blaming himself for a while, Mo Jiuxuan suddenly felt a surge of spiritual power in his body, the spiritual sea was churning, and the area was rapidly increasing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Ten layers of foundation building.
"Xiaoran has upgraded again?"
Mo Jiuxuan sighed at the powerful strength in his body, stood up, patted his butt and jumped off the Octagon.