"Oh." Luo Huaizhu said "yes", obedient as always, but still a little unconvinced.
After many days of teaching, although she didn't know Ji Pingan's specific cultivation level, in her simple mind, Ji Pingan was always very powerful.
"Aren't you angry? They ranked you so low?" she asked curiously.
Ji Ping'an smiled and said:
"On the contrary, I feel that the ranking is too high. At least based on the strength I have shown, this ranking is reasonable."
In his opinion, although this list does take into account strength, it is also likely to be affected by public opinion.
In other words, it expresses the gamblers’ expectations for these people:
As a representative of the state religion, the Son of God fought locally and enjoyed huge support from public opinion.
Qin Leyou can be ranked second, not so much by strength, but by reputation... He is more famous, and will get more people's bets than the others who are not famous enough.
At the same time, considering that most of the gamblers, or those who follow this list, are men, there will still be some bias.
As for Ji Ping'an...
As the comments said, his cultivation level was so low that almost no one thought he could participate.
If Lu Mingyan hadn't lost his waistcoat, he most likely wouldn't have appeared on the list.
To be among the top seventy is a sign of increased fame.
You know, there are a hundred people on the list in total.
Of course, the officially submitted entry list should not have more than 100 people, probably between 70 and 80 people.
"Senior Sister Luo is only fourth?" a Fire Academy Star Officer said indignantly, "Trash list!"
Jian Zhuang coughed and said something fair:
"Senior Sister Luo has a low reputation, so it's normal for her to be underestimated."
What Ji Ping'an thought was that if he hadn't defeated Zhao Yuanji, it would probably be even lower.
But there's no need to worry about this kind of list... Well, why don't you put a few bets on yourself and try to get an upset?
After everyone discussed for a while, Pei Sili spoke again and said:
"The grand prize is coming soon, and our Qintian Prison's final roster has not yet been decided. You must prepare well and don't think that it has nothing to do with you. Even if you cannot participate in the first half, you will still have the opportunity to enter the second half as a substitute."
"Can I still be a substitute?"
Mu Yaoyao was fishing. She had already decided to lie down. She suddenly felt that Pei Sili was talking about her and couldn't help but tremble.
Pei Sili glanced at her, expressionless:
"If the injury is too serious in the first half, it will naturally require a substitute."
The implication is that the competition is not a house game. In every competition, there are people who are too seriously injured and unable to continue competing. This is the meaning of substitutes.
Everyone's hearts were frightened, but they were not afraid. Instead, they were eager to win.
They are all geniuses. Seeing that they are not ranked well on this crappy list, who wouldn’t want to go to a higher place and take a look at the scenery?
Pei Si was very satisfied when he saw that except for a few foodies, most of the people were in high spirits. He took out two more pages and said:
"This is the proposed prize for the joust."
DNA moves again...
Ji Ping'an also looked at it curiously. Although he didn't lack these, the space in his kit was limited, and many things were scattered and hidden across Kyushu, beyond his reach.
Secondly, the rewarded items can be used openly, and there is no need to hide them or use Xin Yaoguang as a shield, which is always good.
He first looked at the list of prizes for the "Qi-Nourishing Realm Competition". According to the gradient, there are different prizes for each time.
At the top of the list, the reward column for the first place, were the words "National Master's Belt".
Pei Sili caught a glimpse of Ji Ping'an's expression and explained:
"This is a belt-style defensive weapon that the Imperial Preceptor asked the weapon refiner to help build in the past. When thrown out, it can imprison the enemy as well as yourself, and it has a protective effect.
"It can be used for nourishing qi and breaking nine, but it is of little use for sitting in a well. It was later given to a certain prince of the royal family, and later it entered the inner treasury of the royal family. This time, it was used as a prize."
Ji Ping'an thought about the ruler in his hand, and then looked at the belt on the paper.
Wondering if this counts as a set...
He looked at the list of prizes for the "Broken Nine Realms Competition" again, and the "Nine Transformations Golden Pill" was at the top.
"Nine-turn golden elixir? It was refined by the elder of the Dao Sect's alchemy cauldron. It only takes a century to open a furnace. It is the best elixir for breaking through the nine realms? It is said to have a unique taste." Wang Xian said in surprise.
Luo Huaizhu also turned his head and looked over, his eyes bright and a little longing.
"Want it?" Ji Pingan asked in a low voice.
Luo Huaizhu said "Yes", then shook his head and said with some unconfidence: "But it is very difficult."
Although she was confident, she was not sure of victory when facing a strong opponent on the list.
Ji Ping'an smiled: "Just try your best. The competition is not the key. As long as you win the second half, even if you can't get the elixir, I will supply it to you personally."
Luo Huaizhu looked unbelieving, thinking that even if you knew Headmaster Xin, you still wouldn't be able to get this kind of elixir.
Pei Sili left, and a group of star officials held the materials and read them.
Ji Ping'an was a little distracted when he suddenly felt a beautiful figure sitting next to him.
Lin Qin thought that he was disappointed because he could not participate in the competition, and comforted him:
"With your head, there might be a chance for the second half."
Although Ji Ping'an killed the enemy at the Luming Banquet, everyone thought he relied on the talisman given by Xin Yaoguang.
"Yeah, that makes sense."
Ji Ping'an came back to his senses, smiled and said nothing.
…
noon.
When Ji Ping'an walked into the dining hall, he saw, as expected, the disciples in the prison in small groups, discussing the strength evaluation list.
Generally speaking, in addition to being dissatisfied with Luo Huaizhu being ranked outside the top three, they are more worried.
"Have you read that list? It's true or not. The people in our Qintian Prison are a bit low."
"That's right, except for Senior Sister Luo Huaizhu who squeezed into the top five, and then Senior Brother Wang Xian barely occupied the thirteenth position, the rest were ranked very low."
"Although I don't want to admit it, this list still makes sense. After all, it is produced by a gambling house. There are many powerful people behind it. The information obtained is definitely not bad, and it is all real money. I heard that various gangs The odds are consistent with this list.”
"Doesn't that mean we are the most dangerous among the five sects?"
"Actually... it's normal. Don't look at how many years the other sects have been established... And with Senior Sister Luo here, even if we can't get the first place, at least in the nine-level martial arts competition, our ranking should not be too bad. Under the prerequisite It’s about not having too bad luck in the draw.”
"That's right, but what about the Qi-nurturing competition? The peak Qi-nurturing ones on our Heavenly Ranking are all ranked very low." The female supervisor who had asked for an autograph said in frustration.
No one answered.
Suddenly someone said:
"It would be great if Senior Brother Ji could practice training earlier. With his talent, he can fight in just one year...or even half a year."
The female prison student's eyes lit up, then dimmed again.
There was a chorus of echoes from all around, and they all felt that the time was too short. If there were two or three more months, it might be different.
Ji Ping'an listened to these discussions and walked out of the dining hall.
…
…
Jinyuan, tea room.
The carved brown windows are open, letting in the summer breeze outside. In the simple tea room, tea is brewing in a purple clay pot.
Li Guofeng stood in front of the window, with his hands behind his back, looking at the lakes and mountains in the distance outside the window, feeling irritated.
The body is pure white and the official robe embroidered with gold thread star diagrams hangs down listlessly.
On the coffee table behind him, there were stacks of documents.
That is information about the disciples of the major sects, including the list.
The Shendu Grand Prize is about to start, but Qin Tianjian has still not decided on the final list. To be precise, the number of games for breaking nine has been drawn up.
After all, there were not many Pojiu disciples, so there were not many choices.
Therefore, the main concern lies in the number of times to nourish Qi.
They are both at the peak of Qi cultivation, and they are all disciples of a major sect, so their basic tactics are not bad, so the victory or defeat largely depends on the "lineup configuration."
In particular, the star officer is divided into five paths. Each path has different spell characteristics and playing methods. How to choose is a headache.
"It would be great if there was a 'Luohuai Bamboo' in the Qi Nourishing Realm." Li Guofeng couldn't help but sigh.
It feels like you have a bad hand, and you have racked your brains to configure it well, but you still lack a powerful enough "trump card".
At this time, the sound of footsteps was heard outside the building, and a disciple knocked on the door: "Prince, the chief disciple of Muyuan wants to see you."
"No..." Li Guofeng was irritated and subconsciously refused. Then he reacted and said:
"Wait, who do you think wants to see me? Ji Ping'an?"
"yes."
Li Guofeng was startled and quite surprised, and said:
"Bring him in."
Not long after, Ji Ping'an was led by a Jinyuan disciple to the second floor, opened the door of the tea room, and saw Li Guofeng sitting at the coffee table, looking up.
"What do you want from me?" Li Guofeng asked, with a searching look in his eyes.
At the same time, my heart is quite complicated.
After learning about Ji Ping'an's identity as a "closed disciple", although they didn't want to admit it, the attitude of the five prison princes when facing him was different from before.
Ji Ping'an obviously did not regard himself as a "disciple", so he walked straight over and sat down opposite him.
This move made Li Guofeng raise his eyebrows, but he didn't say anything in the end.
If this scene were seen by outsiders, they would be extremely surprised:
When would Li Jianhou, a strict scholar, allow his subordinates to be like this?
Ji Pingan comes straight to the point:
"Add my name to the list of the God's Grand Prize."
Li Guofeng's eyes flickered, as if he understood something, but he couldn't believe it. He leaned forward slightly:
"You know what you're talking about?"
Ji Ping'an didn't answer. He picked up the cup in front of him, which was obviously the tea prepared by the other party, and took a sip.
At the same time, the robes on his body moved without any wind, and a wave of heaven and earth spirit centered on him and spread towards the entire tea room.
The breath of practitioners permeated the air, and moss gradually grew on the wooden floor and spread outward.
The wooden coffee table in front of you is covered with fresh green, and then sprouts sprouts. A potted landscape tree in the corner grows twisted and supports the wall, and new branches spread along the wall.
In the blink of an eye, this teahouse seemed to have been abandoned for countless years, and it seemed to have become a cabin in the forest.
Li Guofeng did not stop him from beginning to end. He was silent for a moment and said:
"Peak Qi nourishment."
Ji Pingan said:
"It's a little stronger than the average peak level. Well, I've taken a lot of pills, so my foundation is relatively strong."
Li Guofeng opened his mouth and wanted to ask when he reached it and where he got so many elixirs, but in the end he didn't ask and just said:
"Xu Xiurong didn't mention it to me."
"Well, she probably wants me to say it myself."
"So, the martial artist at Lu Mingyan is indeed your own strength, not relying on Headmaster Xin."
"yes."
Li Guofeng sighed and said, "I understand."
"Thank you." Ji Pingan put down the tea cup, stood up, smiled, and left.
After the people left, the eunuch slowly picked up the tea cup in front of him, took a sip of the cold tea with the fragrance of vegetation, and let out a sigh of praise.
A golden light glowed in the room, and the tearoom returned to its original appearance.
Li Guofeng felt that the depression in his chest had been swept away, his mood improved, and he picked up a pen to write down a new name on the list.
Ace, found.
…
night.
In Qinglian Xiaozhu, Ji Ping'an was lying on a wicker chair practicing as usual, when his chest suddenly shook.
He took out the talisman from his pocket and was a little disappointed to find that it was not a message from Xin Yaoguang.
He has not contacted the female head teacher since the Delu Ming Banquet.
[Yu: Are you there?]
...Ji Ping'an's forehead throbbed with veins, and the DNA moved again. He used the referring pen:
[Ji: What’s going on]
[Yu: I can’t come to you if I have nothing to do? Well, I am preparing for a big reward these days, and I am so tired that I have no time to talk to you. It’s that guy with a screw-up who wants me to tell you something]
There is something wrong with my brain, oh... the Holy Son... Ji Ping'an is curious:
[Didn’t he say to take the first step? The road is long, see you again by chance? Well, what did he say again? 】
[Yu:...He said that he had already read the list in the market]
[Ji: Then? 】
[Yu: He sneered and said that Qin Yueyou has no plans and Qu Chuchen has little wisdom... As for the heroes in the world today, only Ping An is like this saint. It’s a pity that we can’t meet each other in the grand prize. I want you to see how he will appear as a saint tomorrow]
Ji Ping'an took a gentle breath, held it for a long time, and recalled the many characters he had seen in the past thousand years. He had to admit that this generation of the Holy Son was a wonderful person.
He put away the talisman, shook his head and was about to practice, when his chest suddenly shook again, this time it was another talisman.
Ji Ping'an raised his eyebrows slightly, unfolded the page, and saw a line of text slowly emerging:
[Xin Yaoguang: I’m looking forward to your performance in the Grand Prize, please don’t come back]
Ji Ping'an was startled, the corners of his mouth slowly raised, he shook his head, lay down leisurely, closed his eyes and practiced.
…
…
Two days passed in the blink of an eye.
After much anticipation, the day has finally arrived for the opening of the Grand Prize in the City of Gods.
At dawn in the Nancheng Residence, a group of Beast Control Sect disciples got up, dressed up, and prepared to rush to the "Grand Observation Tower" after dinner.
When Luan Yu, with bright features and towering breasts, walked along the corridor and arrived outside a room in the back house, she just raised her wrist and was about to knock on the door.
The double wooden doors opened on their own.
The lights in the room are on, and through the white bead curtain, you can see Qi Hongmian, who is plump and has smooth skin. She has gotten up and is sitting in front of the dressing table, combing her hair.
There are messy quilts on the bed.
On the dressing table, a little red bird took a square step and fluttered its feathers.
"Master." Luan Yu said respectfully.
Qi Hongmian tied up her hair and put on a phoenix crown. When she stood up, the lazy and charming look of a woman after getting up disappeared, and her phoenix eyes on her oval face were calm:
"How's Yuan Yang?"
(End of chapter)
