Unsurprisingly, Zongmen's martial arts competition continued, and it became more popular and enthusiastic. Its dark horses continued to rise, shocking the audience. Of course, the veteran strong still dominated the show.
In the end, the sect decided that after the outer disciple contest was over, the inner disciples would come to the ranking battle again. Of course, the time had not been set, because no one knew when the outer disciple contest would end.
And the ten existences in front of the outer door are destined to rise to the sky, ten people invariably challenge the long-established disciples of the inner door, the worst one has also become a master in the inner door, and the combat power is located in the upper middle of the inner door.
His record is amazing, and he deserves to be among the top ten. It has never been behind because he is young and has less practice time than most inner disciples. It even made many inner disciples feel ashamed.
Of course, the original inner disciple's thoughts only stop here, and they will not lose all their fighting spirit because of this, but some people have fiery eyes and high fighting spirit. After all, to be able to go to this day and become a disciple of the Haohai Sect's inner sect is not only good in talent, but also not bad in perseverance.
Coincidentally, Fang Wu was challenged by the presence of the tenth person in the outer door. Both seemed to do their best to fight, but Fang Wu lost to the other side.
Fang Wuyan was convinced, his heart was full of anger and anger, and he needed to find a point of venting.
Fang Wu’s cultivation level is extremely high, he was the peak of the Ethereal Realm long ago, and even faintly stepped into the Spirit Realm. Once he desperately burns his spirit, his combat power is not weaker than that of the Spirit Realm. His talent is at least overwhelming many monks of the Hao Haizong generation. This talent is considered a genius whether it is in the outer or inner sect.
Young people with such accomplishments must be proud and arrogant. Many people know that those who lose are either practicing desperately or venting, so naturally many people pay attention to Fang Wu.
When Tian Cai met the elite of the genius, it seemed to be a battle between dragons and tigers. In fact, the ending was already doomed. After all, people have high talents and their cultivation bases are not weak. It is not surprising that they lost, but who can easily swallow them. This tone makes oneself a stepping stone for others to make progress.
After the defeat, Fang Wu's face was always clouded, and now I heard Sun Fei's words even more, (Kunyang, who fled at the time, naturally returned to the Zongmen as soon as possible and told Sun Fei the matter.)
Originally, I wanted to save face, but I didn't bother to do anything to an unknown junior. However, Sun Fei added fuel to the fire, and after a few words, his dignity must be upheld.
In one place, a young man with a crown of jade, listening to the report of a man with a feminine face, his face became more gloomy and terrifying, and a murderous intent became clear to his heart.
"Huh, the kid who is looking for death." Fang Wu's eyes opened and closed, and there was a cruel light.
It's just a small cultivator of the eighth rank. The person who killed me is strength. This is impossible or impossible. Fang Wu secretly said that he would rather believe in luck or be self-defeating.
In short, Fang Wu didn't believe that Zhang Xiaotian killed his own people by strength.
The most important thing is ~ I even dared to kill after Kunyang said that it was me. It was really bold... If it wasn't, it would depend on the background
In Fang Wu’s view, there are only a few possibilities, because geniuses, especially arrogant geniuses, think about how they could defeat or even kill the pinnacle of Ninth-Rank if their original combat power was the same as the eighth-rank cultivation base. Monk, is this possible
It's ridiculous. Not many people would think that unless they meet a peerless genius, Zhang Xiaotian, in Fang Wu's eyes, is a kid who can only play a monkey with a little red, nothing more.
No matter what, Fang Wu will not stop, he must use positive strength.
The furious Fang Wu, really, is tolerable or unbearable. Under impulsiveness, he walks like flying, reaching the residence of Zhang Xiaotian. Of course, it is a matter of strength. If Zhang Xiaotian is strong enough, how can Fang Wu dare to come to the door**.
Zhang Xiaotian suffered a serious injury. He took a few medicines and took both internal and external medicines. He was almost healed very quickly. At this moment, he was sitting on the bed with his hands together.
The surrounding white mist evaporates, the aura flashes frequently, the spiritual power is like Ruixia, lasing around, this is the symptom of the spiritual power, of course, Zhang Xiaotian can’t enter this realm now, it’s just a technique ~ pure spirit determination That's it.
If you have spiritual eyes, you will find that in the void, the spiritual energy is like a tide, rushing to rush forward. In front of Zhang Xiaotian, a black sphere quietly suspended, it is the mysterious spiritual pattern seed.
The power of devouring diverged domineeringly, as if there was a layer of invisible black light sweeping away, in the blur, the endless spiritual power was so small that it could not be a small cyclone, hovering on the surface of the spiritual vein seed, and the spiritual power was swallowed away. , Zhang Xiaotian felt the cultivation base was increasing, but...
It's too slow! Zhang Xiaotian felt that it was even worse than the Jingwei filling the sea in the myths and legends of the previous life. It was too slow. I am afraid that his life would have passed away and he would not be able to return to the original Four Spirit Realm.
Zhang Xiaotian fell into deep thought, why not try this, Zhang Xiaotian turned his hands, took out a black box, and opened it.
The spiritual energy is surging, and the white mist is transpiring. This is a manifestation of extremely strong spiritual power. It is about to turn into liquid spiritual power. Zhang Xiaotian is very satisfied. After all, I have not used this quasi-spiritual medicine for a long time, although this spiritual medicine has not entered the lowest level. The case of elixir, but after all, the word elixir has been hung up! Spiritual power is still quite strong.
The reason is that Zhang Xiaotian has not used the quasi-spiritual medicine, because once used, it can only be taken orally, unless a powerful monk helps Zhang Xiaotian refining and introducing it into Zhang Xiaotian's body, and in the end, most of it will be lost due to the damage of the dantian. Exhausted.
Especially in the two years since he entered Haohai Sect, Zhang Xiaotian had not used any elixir, at most he used some common medicines in the world.
The elixir has become a symbolic memory of the past. This refers to the second only to the elixir. Now Zhang Xiaotian is ready to use it again, but instead of taking it orally, he uses the seeds of the spirit run.
Zhang Xiaotian's nervous expression, eyes full of expectation, his hands were in the seeds of the spiritual pattern, and his palms were filled with the quasi-elixir ~ Magnolia flowers.
This flower is no taller than a foot tall, the petals are crystal clear, the flower branches are flowing and adorable, and both have a strong aura, and they are almost on the verge of turning into a liquid state.
Zhang Xiaotian remembered that he had been fighting with the Golden Ape Tank, inadvertently urging the pure spirit decision during the life and death battle, unexpectedly causing the spiritual rune seeds to swallow up spiritual power, and the cultivation base would increase slightly.
If it doesn’t work this time, Zhang Xiaotian decides to try the elixir. It’s not enough. As a last resort, Zhang Xiaotian will do everything possible to use the elixir. But at that kind of price, Zhang Xiaotian is so bitter that he can’t afford it. At that time, Zhang Xiaotian probably would. There is a deep sense of confusion and even loss of self.
Because the elixir wasn't something Zhang Xiaotian had to bear, let alone the sky-high price elixir.
If Zhang Xiaotian wanted to get a pill now, he would feel like it would be impossible and absurd to pick a star.
Usually the value of a real elixir (referring to the lowest elixir) is equal to dozens of Ninth-Rank beasts.
In other words, an ethereal beast can exchange for an elixir. By the way, if it is a quasi-elixir, it is about a one-to-one exchange price ~ a ninth-grade beast in exchange for a quasi-eura.
If it happens, all methods are not feasible. If Zhang Xiaotian wants to use the spirit pill, the price, the price can be imagined, and it is definitely not something Zhang Xiaotian can afford.
I am afraid that the obtained (including Du Jun, Huang Lei, Xu Huan, etc.) can only barely be exchanged for a quasi-spiritual pill. Although an ethereal beast can be exchanged for an elixir according to the price, it is very difficult to make a spiritual pill. Perverted price increases.
Zhang Xiaotian couldn't help but feel a sense of powerlessness. At this moment, Zhang Xiaotian felt that he was really poor.
You need to know the complexity of making the elixir, and when you make the elixir, how many elixir is used? This is a material problem.
And those spirit alchemists, who is not arrogant Lingyun, would easily give up the spirit pills that they had worked so hard to refine, all of which naturally led to the price of the spirit pills always being the knot of three thousand domain cultivators.
Zhang Xiaotian can not be nervous at this moment. Of course, Zhang Xiaotian knows that nervousness is useless, but he is still nervous. This feeling is too bad.
Zhang Xiaotian watched this scene eagerly, and finally the start-up was completed, Zhang Xiaotian thought, the swallowing force diverged, mainly concentrated on the spiritual pattern seeds.