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Whenever that kind of severe pain came, Zhao Jiuge found that the spiritual power in his body would be reduced a bit, as if it had been compressed. And with the inflow and exertion of the medicinal power, the remaining impurities in the body were constantly being eliminated. Since then, After moving to the Blood Realm last time, a large number of black and smelly objects were eliminated from the body, and my physique changed a lot. Unexpectedly, this time I used the Spirit Quenching Pill to eliminate some impurities from the body again. I believe that after this night, my body will be better tomorrow. The body will undergo earth-shaking changes again.
The pain in his body made Zhao Jiuge frown, but he still endured it, because if he persisted for a while, his body would undergo huge changes, and the power of the Spirit Tempering Pill would be fully exerted. Zhao Jiuge could only feel his internal organs. It felt like ants were biting him, and the veins on his forehead were looming, but the huge pain and soreness still couldn't stop Zhao Jiuge's inner perseverance.
Time passed slowly, and the power of the Spirit Tempering Pill was gradually exhausted, and the consciousness in the body had been numbed by the huge pain. At this time, Zhao Jiuge's spiritual power in the body was only 70-80% of the previous one, but the spiritual power was now even stronger. It was pure. When the last bit of the medicine dissipated, Zhao Jiuge opened his eyes tiredly.
Only then did he realize that two hours had passed unknowingly, and the back of the sword robe was already soaked with sweat. He let out a breath, stood up lazily, and took off the blue sword robe. Suddenly, there was a faint stench. The smell hit his nostrils. There were black and blue sludge-like impurities in the pores of Zhao Jiuge's body. Zhao Jiuge was no stranger to this thing. When he broke through to the blood-moving realm, his body was full of impurities eliminated from the body. This time with the help of With the Spirit Tempering Pill, not only does one's spiritual power become more pure, but one's physical condition is also further improved.
There were not as many blue-black impurities on his body as when he moved to the Blood Realm, but the smell was really disgusting. Although it was excreted from his own body, when Zhao Jiuge looked at those impurities that looked like mud and glowed with blue-black light, he felt... Zhang's tired face was full of disgust. He quickly ignored his aching body, rolled up his sword robe and ran out of the house, only to find that the sky had already turned dark.
In a pool in Xuantian Peak.
Zhao Jiuge was soaking in it, his expression a little sluggish. Although he was a little indifferent to the scar boy's provocation during the day, but now when he calmed down, he still felt a little pressure. It was good to win, but how could he lose face if he lost? How can I hold my head up in front of so many disciples
Looking up at the night, the sky is full of stars, but I can't find my own star.
Looking back on the day when Wang Dazhuang was killed in anger, to the scene of Qiyu Ye Wuyou, and every bit of the subsequent journey, it seemed like a dream, everything seemed to have happened yesterday. When I accidentally embarked on this path of cultivating immortality, I just wanted to change my destiny and practice peacefully, but there were always people who couldn't tolerate me. What was all this for
Could it be that he failed as a human being? No, it was his strength. Everything was caused by his strength. Thinking of this, Zhao Jiuge, who was quietly soaking in the pool with a dull expression, finally changed, as if a pebble was thrown into a pool of stagnant water. , there were waves.
His eyebrows were tightly furrowed into a "Chuan" shape, and a firm look slowly emerged in his dark eyes. He must win no matter what tomorrow!
After washing his body, Zhao Jiuge quickly got up and went back to his room, because Zhao Jiuge forgot something and suddenly remembered it. If he hadn't just been looking at the starry sky and thinking about it, he almost forgot it.
In the room, after gathering his mind, Zhao Jiuge quickly entered the state of cultivation. Gradually, his breathing was short and long, and the bully on his chest began to stabilize, and he completely entered the state of cultivation.
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On the second day, when the sun tore through the black night and Xuantian Peak shone on the first ray of sunlight, the entire Xuantian Peak Square gradually became lively and lively as time went by. This group of eight More than a dozen new disciples arrived here early without exception, because today is the time for Zhao Jiuge and Scar Boy to compete!
Suddenly, a red light in the distance with a whistling sound in the wind approached the square of Xuantian Peak. Finally, when they got closer, everyone realized that it was a flamingo! It carried a young man who was also wearing a blue sword robe, but judging from his age and appearance, he was not a new disciple of this group, but an old disciple of the outer sect.
The flamingo is three meters long, its wings are pure white, and its feathers are spotless. Every time it is waved, the fiery red light on its body tears the surrounding space, causing a sense of distortion. On the forehead of the flamingo is With a rub of red feathers, the man in blue sword robe carried a flying sword on his back, with his hands behind his back, and stepped on the flamingo's back casually.
The appearance of the Immortal Wind Taoist, with the wind-pulling fire crane at his feet, immediately caused the screams of the female disciples.
"Wow, it's so cute, that's actually a mount!"
"Yes, we can have our own mounts. I will also get a cute mount by then. It makes me happy just thinking about it."
"This person should be an old disciple of the outer sect. Why is he here at this time?"
As if to answer the female disciple's question, after a few breaths, the sound of breaking wind continued to be heard in the distance, as densely packed as locusts, and the sky in the distance suddenly looked like a rainbow, with colorful spiritual lights flashing continuously. Shine.
Whoosh.
A four-hoofed beast with the head of an ox and the body of a horse and the tail of a mule came from afar with its feet in the void. It made sounds from time to time, like a blacksmith's bellows. There was a somewhat mature young man above it, also wearing a blue sword. He was wearing a robe, his somewhat lazy legs straddling the back of this strange beast, and he was also rushing towards the square of Xuantian Peak with great interest.
Whoosh.
A gorgeous sword light, with traces of piercing the sky and brilliant splendor, came from the distant horizon to the sky around the square of Xuantian Peak in the blink of an eye. If you look closely, you will see that it is a person wearing a white skirt and walking on the ground. The woman with the flying sword has her hair tied up and is very beautiful. Her beautiful eyes are staring at the square with interest, and she is standing with a sword. This seemingly beautiful woman at least has the cultivation level of the spiritual elixir realm!
For a time, in the sky around the square, there were densely packed people standing, either flying swords or riding various strange mounts. Although they were dressed in different clothes, everyone's eyes were full of curiosity and optimism. The look of the play.
These people are all disciples of Xuantian Peak. Those wearing blue sword robes are all disciples of the outer sect. Although they have not entered the inner sect after three years and can only stay in the outer sect to learn swordsmanship, there are also some disciples with advanced cultivation skills. In the beginning, the outer sect disciples can only learn swordsmanship. The magic arts are superficial, but as time goes by, relying on Mengong can continue to exchange for magic arts and treasures.
Those riding the mounts are all disciples of the outer sect who are only at the Foundation Establishment level. They cannot fly with swords for a long time and can only rely on external force. However, those disciples who are flying swords and wearing various clothes are actually from the inner sect. Personal disciple! Only direct disciples can dress casually. This was clearly stipulated on the day of entry. Some people even stepped on the void casually without relying on flying swords or mounts, without any loss of spiritual power. There is something strange.
When these people stood in the air, the spiritual power and colorful aura that permeated the air immediately added a bit of warmth to Xuantian Peak, which was still a little cold in the morning. At this moment, the disciples watching below finally knew what these people were here for. They were all here to watch the battle just like themselves! And it actually attracted many disciples from the inner sect. This scene made everyone a little surprised.
Unexpectedly, a contest would attract so many people's attention. Those flying swords and mounts also deeply shocked the hearts of these young people. But they didn't know that training would take no time, and it would be boring and long. The years of training have long made these disciples seem bored. After hearing that this group of disciples had competitions and had not gone out to do tasks, most of them came here. Not only did they want to see the quality of this group of new disciples, but more importantly Just want to see the excitement. When the new disciples standing below saw the old disciples, they seemed to have seen their future selves.
For a time, the entire Xuantian Peak square was filled with people and lively.
Not long after, the three coaches also appeared. Along with the three coaches, there was a young man wearing a yellow robe. It was on the day when Xuantian Sword Sect accepted disciples, Wu Tianshan was on the roof. I thought that even he was here today.
Gradually, the sound of breaking wind decreased, and the crowds in the sky were already crowded with people. Apart from Zhao Jiuge, the more than 80 figures below had already arrived, including the scarred boy. , everyone in the audience was waiting for Zhao Jiuge.
Finally, some of this group of disciples couldn't wait any longer and began to feel anxious.
"Why hasn't Zhao Jiuge come yet? He's been waiting for a long time."
"Haha, I don't think I dare to come. I'm afraid I'll be embarrassed if I can't beat you."
"Hmph, running away without a fight is more embarrassing than losing. You deserve to be entangled with that Bai Qingqing old man and make Scar jealous. If you don't have the ability, don't pretend to be that person and force you to accept Scar's challenge."
"You know that Zhao Jiuge doesn't dare to come? Isn't it still early? But it was really lively today. I didn't expect so many people, even the old disciples and the inner sect are here. I'm looking forward to it."
For a moment, the square was noisy with the chatter of new disciples. As for the old disciples standing in the air, they did not make a sound, just waiting patiently for Zhao Jiuge's arrival.
After hearing the discussions in the square, the boy with the scar remained calm on the surface, but smiled on the inside. He thought to himself, Zhao Jiuge, Zhao Jiuge, if you don't even have the courage to fight, then you are too much for me. disappointed.
After another half an hour, Zhao Jiuge still didn't come. Even friends like Bai Qingqing, Wang Baiwan, Luo Xie and Liu Yinger became a little anxious. Mu Zijun was also there, but he didn't know what he was thinking about.
When the calm expressions of the three coaches couldn't help but look a little strange, finally a figure in the distance rushed toward the square of Xuantian Peak, covered in dust, and everyone's eyes instantly turned to the past. Today's other person One of the protagonists, Zhao Jiuge, finally arrived.
The arrival of Zhao Jiuge pushed the atmosphere of the audience to climax, because the war was about to break out!