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Time flies and half a year has passed.
On this day, in a small courtyard in Changteng Mountain, a man in a black robe came out and looked at the green mountains in the distance, wondering what he was thinking.
In the past six months, Han Changlin drank Lingqing scented tea three times a day, which significantly improved his consciousness.
You should know that the range of spiritual consciousness of a seventh-level Qi Refining monk is generally around forty feet.
But now, after Han Changlin drank Lingqing tea for half a year, his spiritual consciousness is stronger than that of ordinary monks in the late stage of Qi refining, with a range of forty-five feet.
Although there is not much difference between forty feet and forty-five feet, there is another benefit of drinking Lingqing scented tea, which is that Lu Changan's consciousness is more concentrated, which makes him able to cast spells or refine elixirs. , are more comfortable.
There's just one more thing that makes Han Changlin a little depressed, that is, although this soul-devouring insect is ranked ninth on the list of spiritual insects, its individual abilities are really limited.
During this period of time, Han Changlin has been feeding with animal spirit pills, and also bought a jade jade at a high price in the market. However, even if Han Changlin is like this, the reproduction of soul-eating insects has had little effect. Now, more than half a year has passed, and the number is less than a hundred. , and only about one-third of the soul-devouring insects are adults.
For this reason, Han Changlin went to check the classics and found out that the reason why this soul-devouring insect can be ranked ninth on the list of spiritual insects is that when its number reaches hundreds of thousands or even hundreds of thousands, it can It deserves to be ranked ninth on the spiritual insect list.
For a time, Han Changlin also lost his initial confidence.
However, Han Changlin did not give up raising the golden-winged mantis. During this period, most of Han Changlin's animal spirit pills were used to feed the golden-backed mantis.
In addition, Han Changlin also takes it out for food regularly. After all, only the flesh and blood of the golden-winged mantis is most effective for him to advance.
Under Han Changlin's vigorous training, it was about to advance to the top level of the first-level monster. When the time was right, Han Changlin used the animal pen in the Immortal Mansion in the painting to advance it again.
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time flies.
On this day, it was just dawn. After Han Changlin finished his daily practice, he released the golden-winged mantis and the soul-devouring insect as usual, and fed them some monster flesh and animal spirit pills respectively.
At this moment, a series of loud bells came from outside the house, and each one was louder than the last, nine in a row.
"Nine bells ring? It seems that these days of practice, you have forgotten that today is Xiao Bi's day."
Han Changlin put away the golden-winged mantis and the soul-eating insect, with a look of surprise on his face. Then started to sort it out.
Hong Yue Peak is not far from Chang Teng Mountain, and Han Changlin has now reached the seventh level of Qi Refining. In just a short while, he has arrived at the square in front of Hong Yue Palace.
Today's square is different from those in the past. Twelve arenas about one foot high have been built. At this moment, almost seventy or eighty outer disciples have gathered, and the number is still increasing. Young outer disciples are constantly coming. The disciples flew in from the foot of the mountain.
As time passed, many disciples gathered together in twos and threes, as if they were divided into multiple small groups.
Han Changlin also stood with several outer disciples of similar age, chatting quietly.
Now that Han Changlin's reputation as an alchemist has spread, he has his own small circle and has some say in the circle.
"Huh? You see, those are Senior Sister Qian and Senior Brother Sun. It is said that after they went out to practice last time, they both broke through to the ninth level of Qi Refining. They are also the favorites to take first place in this competition."
Among Han Changlin's group of outer disciples, a young outer disciple with a somewhat fat body and small eyes said in a low voice.
This man's name is Zhao Haoyan. According to him, he is a member of the royal family of a small mortal country. He possesses three spiritual roots and joined the Yuling Sect by chance.
When Han Changlin heard this, he looked in the direction Zhao Haoyan pointed and saw a handsome young man in Tsing Yi and a girl in a white skirt coming side by side. They looked quite intimate.
At the same time, a group of outer disciples in the Qi refining stage saw the two coming, and they all rushed to greet them and gathered around them.
Just like this, after another cup of tea, more than a dozen monks walked out of Hongyue Hall.
The leader was clearly Zhu Dehai, and on both sides stood two middle-aged foundation-building monks who were in the middle stage of Qi refining. Behind them were Hong Yuefeng's deacon disciples.
"Ahem. Disciples who decide to participate in the competition this time can come and sign up. By the way, we will draw lottery numbers and prepare for the competition."
Zhu Dehai looked around and then said in a deep voice.
As Zhu Dehai's voice fell, Han Changlin and others also walked towards the front of the hall.
At the same time, the dozen deacon disciples also took out a square table from their storage bags, covered it with brocade cloth, and waited for the disciples to come forward.
Although there are many outer sect disciples in this square, not all of them are participants in the competition. A considerable number of the outer sect disciples are also here to watch the fun.
The dark-faced Zhu Dehai watched the registration proceeding in an orderly manner, and from time to time he was chatting quietly with the two foundation-building monks beside him.
At this time, a tall deacon disciple came to the three of them. After bowing respectfully, he softly reported:
"I'm informing Master Zhu, Master Cao, and Master Fei that we have already registered for a total of 322 outer disciples to participate in the competition. We have also drawn lots and are ready to prepare for the competition at any time."
"Okay, Li Huan, you did a good job. Remember Xiao Bi's rules. You must not hurt your fellow disciples, even if you miss. Otherwise, I will not be lenient."
"Yes, congratulations to Master Uncle."
The deacon disciple named Li Huan looked straight, said quickly, and then turned around and left.
At this time, the outer disciples participating in the small competition were already gearing up, and there was no sign of cowardice at all.
There is never a shortage of setbacks on the road to pursuing immortality. If you are afraid of even this little guy, then just go down the mountain and live a life of wealth.
"Those who draw numbers 1 to 12 should go to the corresponding arena first. But before the competition, I still want to say one thing. Until the competition is over, do not hurt the lives of your fellow disciples, otherwise no matter whether you do it unintentionally or No matter what, our Yuling Sect will never show mercy, and you are all familiar with our rules."
After seeing Li Huan and the remaining eleven deacon disciples taking their positions in each arena, Zhu Dehai turned his head and looked at Han Changlin in the square and said seriously.
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