Wow——
Just now, when the two painters' "gods and Buddhas" suddenly stopped fighting and stepped back, the audience was still puzzled as to why they stopped suddenly.
But when Ji Ping'an spoke loudly, he threw out gold and red stars to gather behind the puppet.
The star officials of Qintian Prison were the first to react, with expressions of uncontrollable shock.
As we all know, each star officer's talent has a tendency, and some star officers can indeed master spells other than this method.
However, the difficulty of practicing non-basic paths will increase as the "major practice" increases.
This process is difficult to contain.
Therefore, it is easy to deduce that even if Ji Pingan tries to major in other minors, he will definitely not be as good as the wood system.
But in fact, the appearance of the two puppets of gold and fire broke everyone's "common sense" with a bang.
The five warlords were at a loss at first, with the words "This is impossible" floating in their minds, but then they suddenly realized something.
"Three Series Star Officer!?"
Fang Liuhuo was the first to speak. Because he was too frightened, his voice changed a bit, and his eyes were bulging under his fiery red eyebrows.
That's right, according to the common sense of the star official system, there is only one explanation for Ji Pingan's current performance, which is:
His true talent tree is not limited to the "Sui Star" as they know, but it also has potential for the two stars "Taibai" and "Yinghuo", which is no less than the "Innate Wood Sign".
A similar example is Luohuaizhu.
The girl has a high degree of resonance with the "Sui Xing" and "Zhen Xing", and can innately accommodate the two paths, go hand in hand, and will not conflict when casting spells.
Coupled with his "Taoist" character, he was selected by Qin Tianjian and put under the door.
But it is Luohuaizhu, and it is only compatible with two paths.
And Ji Ping'an is Santiao... This is also extremely rare among star officials in history.
"Junior sister, this...what is going on?" Huang Chen and Bai Chuan also stood up after realizing it.
At the same time, they looked at Xu Xiurong and asked in unison.
However, the shock in the heart of the beautiful female prison lord was no less than theirs.
There are thousands of thoughts in my mind, and scenes of getting along with them emerge in my memory:
Finally, we were walking side by side last night.
"So... is this why you are not nervous or afraid? Is this your hidden card?" Xu Xiurong murmured.
Understand the reason why Ji Pingan was calm yesterday.
It turned out that he never revealed his true strength from beginning to end, and even she was kept in the dark.
Under the pergola, Gao Mingjing's smile froze again, his eyes looked like he had seen a ghost, and a bad premonition surged crazily.
He turned his head inch by inch and stared at Li Guofeng's face:
"What three series?"
Of course, the great painter knows the star official system very well. After all, he has done his homework, so it's not that he doesn't understand, but he just wants to confirm.
Wearing a white official robe, the unsmiling Eunuch Marquis forced his face to remain calm. He glanced at him and spoke in an indifferent tone, pretending to be calm:
"It's just a fellow practitioner from the third line. It's not unprecedented in history. Why is Mr. Gao so out of his mind?"
Gao Mingjing cursed in his heart: Pretend! Pretend again!
Suddenly, I felt like I was being calculated... I was a little unsure whether the wardens deliberately staged this unexpected appearance or kept it a secret.
It must be a pretense, well, it must be, and sure enough... there is no one who is honest and kind-hearted in the officialdom, and his heart is dark.
Gao Mingjing's hands and feet were shaking with anger.
"Amitabha." The old monk with gray eyebrows clasped his hands together and recited the Buddha's name to express his surprise and said with a smile:
"Congratulations to Qin Tian Jian for another genius."
Yes, genius.
Although the cultivation of Qi in his weak years is not considered a genius in horizontal comparison, but considering his training time and the talents of the three systems, it is different.
The old monk even started to make associations and vaguely guessed that this "recommended student" did not
It's not simple, and the relationship with the national teacher may be even closer.
Luan Yu and Master Zhang looked at each other with solemn expressions.
Although the five sects are all subordinates of the Great Zhou Dynasty, they are in competition with each other. How can they not care about such a monster coming out of the weakest Qintian Prison?
"No wonder, the demon tribe tried to assassinate me many times."
Luan Yu murmured in her heart, and realized why the Master was willing to share the bed with her... Bah, sharing the same table.
Qi Hongmian's words last night resurfaced in my ears. I thought about it carefully and came up with different flavors:
"If Ji Ping'an only has this ability, he will definitely fail."
"Isn't it implying that he must reveal other skills if he wants to win?"
Unlike the big shots under the pergola, who could still maintain their demeanor, the stands erupted into roaring sounds after a brief moment of shock.
Disciples from all the sects were moved by it. Those who were close to him, such as Yu Yu and Luo Huaizhu, were particularly affected.
The former looked confused, as if he were meeting each other for the first time. The latter tilted his head and thought for three seconds. He was a little surprised, but quickly accepted the setting.
I am both of two lines, so it seems like he has three lines.
Fortunately, the "Holy Son" was forcibly detained in Qingyun Palace by the headmaster because he was going to participate in the war tomorrow, temporarily avoiding a crisis of Taoist heart collapse.
As for Qin Leyou, he did not have such good luck. He was startled at first, surprised by the changes in the field, and then felt strong regret.
Han Qingsong next to him patted him on the shoulder and said, "Remember to pay back the money."
Gambling dogs will not die well.
On the stage, Ji Ping'an threw two puppets. Opposite him, Chen Chuliang's head suddenly sank, and the crisis warning flashed crazily.
There is only one thought in my mind: It’s going to be bad!
Ji Ping'an has such a trump card, but he was not in a hurry to reveal it before, so he is obviously very confident.
Now his paintings can be clearly seen by others, and among the many possibilities he imagined yesterday, there is no situation like this at all. His mind was temporarily shut down, and he didn't know how to deal with it.
It is to fight or to defend.
But just when he was hesitating, Ji Ping'an whispered: "Go!"
Suddenly, the three puppets moved at the same time.
The golden demon just took one step, and a golden light seemed to flash before everyone's eyes. Then, a long sword condensed by starlight was slashed on the forehead of the Vajra Warrior Monk.
"clang!"
Amidst the crisp impact, the monk groaned and fell back. The brass covering his head was like a damp wall, mottled and peeled off at the slightest touch.
Although it healed in a breath, the golden demon's powerful "armor-breaking" ability was clearly revealed.
On the other side, the flaming wood demon said "Hey", shook his right hand in the air, and wisps of tongues of fire flowed along his arm to the palm of his hand, and pulled out a long flaming whip about ten feet long.
Throw it through the air.
"Snapped!"
Chen Xuanwu, who was covered in armor, was whipped into the air and spun half a circle. After reacting, he slashed horizontally with his long sword, but was suddenly entangled by vines rising from the ground.
It turned out that at some point, the wood demon used the escape method to sneak into the soles of his feet. Half of its body got out of the ground, and its hands grasped the general's ankles, making it difficult for him to pull out.
Then, green vines surrounded him, spinning like a whirlwind, and then suddenly contracted, tying up the unprepared general.
The fire demon took advantage of the situation and flew over, attacking like fire, turning itself into a "cannonball" and slamming into Chen Xuanwu.
The five elements of wood made a fire, and the flames suddenly became fierce, surrounding the god general.
Chen Chuliang in the distance finally came back to his senses, his face changed drastically, and he controlled the two gods and Buddhas to resist.
For a moment, the two sides collided together, and the air was filled with energy. In the two-on-three situation, they quickly fell into passivity.
Chen Chuliang didn't dare to delay, so he grabbed it backward again, took out a scroll from the bag, and crushed it hard.
As soon as a figure appeared in the mottled light, it was blown away by a breath.
In the spots of light, Ji Ping'an walked over at some point, holding in his hand a black end and dark green whole body, made of old bamboo.
The ruler.
At this moment, he raised his right hand, his sleeves fluttering in the wind and forming a round shape. Chen Chuliang was startled and decisively picked up the ink pen hanging from his waist.
The paintbrush expanded and turned into a half-meter-long weapon, trying to block it.
But how can a weak painter who has lost the protection of his paintings compete with a star official who is proficient in martial arts?
After just a few blows, the brush flew out in a swirl. Chen Chuliang's body suddenly stiffened, and an inch away from his eyebrows, he was gently touched by the ruler.
Ji Ping'an's arm did not continue to fall, and he just looked at him quietly.
Bitterness overflowed from the corner of Chen Chuliang's mouth, and the lingering spirit around him slowly faded away. His voice was hoarse and he said feebly:
"I lost."
At the same time, the two "gods and Buddhas" fighting in the field also collapsed one after another. Ji Ping'an put away his ruler and slowly walked towards the ring gate.
A brief moment of silence.
Then, the stunned golden-armored guard spoke belatedly, his voice like a bell:
"Qin Tianjian, Ji Ping'an wins!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the solemn and oppressive atmosphere suddenly relaxed. In the area where Mo Lin was, Qu Chuchen and Zhong Tongjun leaned back slightly, looking at each other and smiling bitterly.
A group of Mo Lin disciples sat down in disappointment and accepted this fact.
Correspondingly, unprecedented cheers erupted from the direction of the Qintian Prison. Huang He stood up suddenly and said loudly:
"Chief!"
Mu Yaoyao jumped up and waved her pink fist following the trend: "Chief!"
The female supervisor who was asking for an autograph suddenly stood up and waved a homemade flag: "Chief!"
The members of the Tianbang team were a little reserved, but they also clenched their fists and whispered: "Leader!"
In the nine-break showdown, Luo Huaizhu was defeated and failed to enter the finals.
Ignoring the most important "second half" of the Grand Prize, only focusing on the first half, Ji Ping'an won the first and only "leader" for Qin Tianjian.
In the stands, a group of Shendu people were infected. Seeing that the "local sect" had won, they felt proud and followed suit and shouted for the leader. The atmosphere was unprecedentedly lively.
All the court ministers were shocked, and at the same time they also felt a little emotional:
In previous Grand Awards, when has it been such a grand occasion for a Qi-nourishing realm to win the first prize?
In the final analysis, Ji Ping'an's reputation was too great during these days, and this competition was more unexpected and exciting.
Compared to the evenly matched ones, I really like the ones with surprises.
"Win...how could Ji Ping'an win this year?"
A martial artist who had been dancing happily murmured in disbelief. He was still holding the gambling house's voucher in his hand, and the crumpled paper was falling.
"Didn't you say that he is not as strong as him..." Another Sanren who was affected by the remarks had a bitter look on his face.
The master of the Broken Blade Sect next to him sighed and said:
"Three series star officials are rare in a century, so it's no surprise."
The veiled Tingxue building owner pursed her red lips and said nothing.
There was no movement from the people in the surrounding arena, and all activity ceased. After Ji Ping An showed his trump card, he crushed Chen Chuliang with absolute strength, making all previous doubts a bit ridiculous.
They seemed to be able to hear what Ji Ping'an didn't say:
Fight in an upright manner, no problem, I'll give it to you, do you have anything else to say now?
There is only silence.
In the chaotic atmosphere, Ji Ping'an walked out of the ring, looked at the group of star officials who rushed down excitedly, and the five warlords who looked towards him faintly, and twitched the corners of his mouth.
The Duke of Lu, who was dressed in gorgeous clothes and had a face somewhat similar to Xue Hongjian, walked over with a smile, holding a brocade box in his hand.
After a few words of praise, he said with emotion:
"After all, this thing is not available to outsiders. If the master's spirit in heaven knew about it, he would definitely be happy." Not very happy... Ji Ping'an complained in his heart and took the brocade box.
Knowing that there is a prize for the Qi-nourishing realm inside: the belt of the national master.
At this time, the five prison lords also came over and looked at him with complicated eyes, and there was something in their hearts.
I feel confused, but it’s hard to ask in detail in public.
Xu Xiurong’s message reached the secret:
"When you get back, come to the meeting hall."
There was only one competition scheduled today. After it ended, the crowd dispersed outside the Grand Observatory and spread the news in all directions.
Silent Garden.
Xin Yaoguang slowly started writing, dried the Taoist scriptures copied on the table, slowly stretched his waist, stood up and walked out of the room.
The summer sunshine breaks through the clouds and shines on her face. Her skin is as white as transparent, her green hair wraps around her ears, and her temperament is cold and dusty.
Walking slowly in the garden, I raised my head slightly and looked at the hanging flower gate hidden by the rocks in the distance. I saw a Taoist robe in blue floating in.
"Master, today's martial arts performance is over," Chen Daoling said.
With Xin Yaoguang's ability, if his consciousness is dispersed, he can briefly "see" the Grand Observation Tower from a long distance away.
But once it is maintained for such a long time, the realm of Shen Zang will also be exhausted.
Secondly, the covering of spiritual consciousness itself is a spy on people's privacy. If it is not necessary, she will not let it go, so as not to arouse the vigilance and nervousness of the court.
Therefore, it is easiest to order people to report daily.
Xin Yaoguang stood on the small bridge, with the water gurgling under her skirt, and the fish in the water reflected in her eyes. She gave a faint "en" and said:
"Ji Ping'an wins, right?"
Niubi Lao Taoist was startled, then smiled bitterly and said:
"Headmaster's expectation was good, that little guy was really unexpected."
Xin Yaoguang seemed to smile and said:
"This person is very cunning. Every time he makes a move, he is completely sure or well-arranged. Winning is not a surprise."
Chen Daoling thought to himself that the headmaster sounded as if he knew him very well. Sure enough, the relationship was not simple. He must have known Ji Ping'an's true talent for a long time. He couldn't help but let out a sigh and sighed:
"What the headmaster is saying is that I don't know how the old Imperial Master fished out this evildoer from a small mountain town in the past. Hey, there are only a handful of three-line star officials in the history of Qin Tianjian."
Xin Yaoguang suddenly raised his head, doubts flashing across his beautiful eyes:
"Three series star officer?"
Chen Daoling was stunned for a moment, briefly described the process of the competition, and finally said curiously:
"Master, don't you know?"
"..." Xin Yaoguang's chest rose and fell slightly, her expression indifferent:
"Of course I know, okay, you can go down."
Today's headmaster is so strange... Chen Daoling raised his hands with a suspicious look on his face, and his green robe disappeared inch by inch.
After the others left, the female sword fairy was the only one left in the huge garden, slightly absent-minded.
After a while, she took out the "letter" with her fingers, thought about it, and wrote down a sentence.
In Nancheng Residence, Qi Hongmian was sitting on the patio, reading books boredly.
At this time, the door was pushed open, and a group of Beast Control Sect disciples came back in great force. Seeing her busy, their expressions straightened, and they saluted:
"See Master."
Qi Hongmian said "Yes" lazily. She had no intention of asking, but when she caught a glimpse of Zhao Yuanyang's happy look and the stern face of the rebellious boy next to her.
She couldn't help but frown slightly:
"What accident happened?"
Luan Yu said with admiration:
"No, just as you expected, that Ji Ping'an showed his trump card and won the first place."
What I expected... Qi Hongmian didn't understand, but she noticed the second half and thought that boy actually won?
"Card?" she asked.
Luan Yu nodded and sighed:
"Three Series Star Officers, I thought that after the National Master left, there would be no successor to the Qin Tianjian, but I didn't expect that two geniuses would appear one after another."
Third Series... Star Officer... Qi Hongmian was stunned, and the little red bird on his leg also raised its head.
Hidden Sword Restaurant.
When the news was delivered here, a group of Jianghu people who had gathered and waited here suddenly became depressed.
Many gamblers were stunned, while more people expressed disbelief:
"What method did he use? The so-called
Tactics? "
Wufu, who came back from the Grand View Tower, shook his head and said in a complicated tone:
"This time it's all about strength. Alas, you all guessed wrong."
Then, after he narrated the process, a group of unruly Jianghu people looked at each other and all wilted.
Many people remembered that not long ago they kept saying that Ji Pingan was only scheming, and their faces suddenly felt like they were on fire.
There was silence for a long time, and then someone said harshly:
"It doesn't matter if he beats the opponent by a small margin, it's just a way to nourish his energy. Besides, Qin Tianjian is still the weakest. When the second half of the Grand Prize starts, we just don't lose too badly."
Someone next to me said quietly: "If you have the ability to say this, go to the Grand View Tower and say it."
The former remained silent.
in the corner.
The girl named "Xiang Yiyi" wearing a red and black short skirt looked at her brother with bright eyes:
"Did you hear that?"
Xiang Xiaochuan, who was dressed as a young hero next to him, didn't say anything, but silently picked up the wine bowl and took a sip, which made the girl laugh.
At this time, the old servant with missing front teeth came in from outside and hesitated to speak.
Xiang Xiaochuan's heart moved, he stood up and said, "Go back to the inn."
A group of three masters and servants paid off their drinks, left the Cangjian Restaurant, and returned to an inn in the city.
After entering the room and closing the door, Xiang Xiaochuan looked at the old servant, the scar on his forehead was slightly red:
"Uncle Hong, how is the situation?"
Uncle Hong was very old, and most of his hair was white, but he obviously had martial arts skills, so he was tougher than the old people of the same age. At this moment, there was no smile on his face, and he said:
"According to the young master's instructions, we have confirmed again and again that there will be a party at Juxian Manor tomorrow night, and then the owner of the manor will go to Jinfeng Mansion and have already made a reservation for the girl there."
"Okay!" Xiang Xiaochuan clenched his fists fiercely, a fierce expression on his resolute face:
"At that time, there wouldn't be many people around him, and his vigilance would be lowered. It was a good time to take action."
Xiang Yiyi's expression at the round table in the room suddenly changed, and she suddenly sat up. The short girl rushed forward and said in a voiceless voice:
"Brother, what are you going to do?"
Her voice was trembling, and her slightly rough face was full of fear from traveling around the world:
"Didn't we agree that we should report it to the official?"
Xiang Xiaochuan looked at the panic on the girl's face, shook his head, and laughed at himself:
"It's useless, silly girl, do you really think the government will take care of this kind of thing? Juxianzhuang is a big force in Zhongzhou. It doesn't matter if it is full of evil in private. As long as it is taken care of officially, it can still be arrogant. , sit in the grand viewing platform and watch the grand prize?
"And we people can only hide in the crowd? To seek justice? It's useless. As long as we dare to hand over the complaint, we will probably be the ones in jail.
"Or, as you think, throw the complaint in anonymously, but who cares in that case? I'm afraid it will only make the thief vigilant, and this great opportunity will be wasted."
After a pause, the young man let out a deep breath and his voice softened:
"Don't worry, Uncle Hong and I have been searching for many days, and we have finally waited for this opportunity. When the time comes, I just need to take advantage of his lowered vigilance, release poisonous gas, and destroy his cultivation. After killing him, I will retreat immediately. Now in the world of God's Capital There are so many people, even the government can’t find us.”
Xiang Yiyi reached out and grabbed the corner of her brother's clothes, but shook her head vigorously, with tears in her eyes.
My mood suddenly plummeted from the joy I felt not long ago.
The owner of Juxian Village has a level of cultivation that exceeds five levels and has been traveling around the world for many years. How could he not have one or two trump cards?
With her brother's cultivation, even a sneak attack would be extremely risky. In her opinion, it was even risking his life for a slim chance of revenge.
This was different from what she thought. When the three of them arrived in the divine capital after a long journey, her brother clearly wanted to take her to see the big prize, collect information, and try to file a complaint.
But it turned out that everything was an excuse.
The girl was not tall, so she looked particularly pitiful. She said:
"We can think of other ways
. "
"Another way...another way..." Xiang Xiaochuan shook his head and said mockingly:
"You always say this, but what else can you do? In a few decades, when my cultivation level is higher? Let that thief run free for a few more decades? I'm afraid that in the end, when he dies, I won't have a chance, and I will only When he was in the capital of the gods, the forces around him were the weakest, so he had a chance."
Xiang Yiyi turned pale and said:
"We still have the ancestral jade pendant, maybe..."
The scarred young hero said "ha", shook his head and said coldly:
"If that thing is really useful at all, why would you pray so many times and get no response?"
After a pause, he said:
"I've made up my mind. You don't have to worry about this anymore. Uncle Hong, take the little girl back to her room."
The old servant next to him sighed and said:
"Miss, let's go."
Xiang Yiyi was finally pulled back to her room, and she sat there for a while in despair, knowing that she couldn't stop it, and maybe she shouldn't stop her brother's decision.
She sat blankly for a long time, and finally reached into her arms and pulled out a red rope around her neck.
At the end of the rope, there is a small jade plaque hanging, which is simple in style and does not look very valuable.
This was something passed down from her grandfather, and it has been passed down to her. It is said that before her death, her grandfather said that the ancestors of the Xiang family were lucky enough to know a great man.
Later, the big man left this jade plaque to the descendants of the Xiang family, as well as a "mantra" that was passed down orally.
It is said that if one day, descendants of the Xiang family encounter a life or death disaster, they can pray to this jade tablet and get help from that big shot.
Unfortunately, she and her brother neither knew the big man's name, identity, nor where he was.
Or...after so many years, the person who originally gave the jade plaque is probably gone.
After all, even a great cultivator in the Well-Ziting realm has a lifespan of only two hundred years.
But she still had a glimmer of hope. In the past few years, she had tried to pray many times, but as her brother said, there was no response at all, so it was probably useless.
The girl thought mockingly to herself, having already determined in her heart that this thing was just a thought and had no actual effect.
But like a drowning man, he will try to grasp at a straw.
The girl was silent for a while, then she knelt down devoutly on the floor of the inn, facing the east. She covered the jade tablet in her palms with both hands, closed her eyes and recited a spell devoutly.
It's just that she didn't notice that after she recited the complete spell, the old, broken jade medal in her palm that had no response after countless attempts in the past...
Suddenly, it flickered slightly.
Qin Tianjian.
In a certain school building, several doctors were sitting together drinking tea and reading newspapers. However, everyone seemed somewhat absent-minded and looked up in the direction of the door from time to time.
Today, many supervisors went to the Grand Observation Tower, and the Doctors of Luke were free to relax. In fact, they all belonged to Qintian Prison.
But practitioners and officials of the four bureaucracies have never been the same thing.
The Lu Ke doctors were stuck in the middle. They were neither pure officials nor involved in spiritual practice, but this did not affect their concern for the results of the grand prize.
"It should be over now. I don't know what the outcome will be." A doctor couldn't help but say.
"I haven't read it in the newspapers, but it says that Chen Chuliang is more powerful."
"If those people had measured accurately, they wouldn't have ranked Ji Sichen so low in the rankings."
"One code equals another. Alas, I think it's still hanging."
In the midst of the discussion, suddenly the first supervisor walked out from the west forest wall, then the second, and the third... along with Si Chen and Si Li, they returned from outside in a mighty manner.
The scene was so lively and exciting that it immediately attracted the attention of many people. People who had not had the chance to watch it came out one after another and asked questions.
A group of doctors also walked over, saw Huang He, and asked about the results.
With a happy face, Huang He explained the situation, but a group of old colleagues were stunned and a little lost.
"I won...Ji Sichen really won?"
"Or will you win with sheer strength?"
"You said... he is a three-series star official? This is not nonsense."
As a boy, Huang He was proud of himself. He raised his chin and said, "How can it be false?"
Dr. Zhao, an old colleague, opened his mouth: "Where is Ji Sichen? Why don't you see him?"
"Oh, he went to discuss matters with the governors."
Inside the meeting hall.
Li Guofeng occupies a high position, and his white official robe embroidered with gold thread hangs softly and is spotless.
He slowly put down the teacup in his hand and glanced at the several warlords present.
Finally, it landed on Ji Ping'an's face, took a deep breath, and said in a complicated tone:
"you really are……"
Ji Ping'an said "Yes" and said: "Gold, fire, and wood, three elements of talent."
Probably because he answered too simply, everyone was silent for a while, but Xu Xiurong finally spoke, quietly saying:
"You told me at the beginning that you chose Muyuan because of your talent."
Ji Ping'an was surprised: "Did I say that?"
"..." Xu Xiurong ignored him, and the others looked at each other and smiled bitterly.
In fact, on the way back, the turbulent emotions in my heart gradually calmed down, and some doubts could be explained by the old master's closed disciples.
Just like Xu Xiurong, when he was at the Grand View Tower, he was full of words, but now he has nothing to say.
Anyway... Ji Ping'an's hidden methods were not used once or twice. They were just to avoid trouble and deliberately concealed something.
However, whenever the prison lords felt that Ji Ping'an had nothing more to surprise them, they would always be slapped in the face.
Gradually numb.
"Ahem," finally, it was Li Guofeng who broke the silence and said:
"Now that I have won the championship, I will rest for a few days and prepare for the second half. I will also help you to kill some noise in these two days. In the final analysis, the key to determining the outcome of the Grand Prize is still to come." Chinese website
As soon as he finished speaking, the expressions of everyone present became serious.
Ji Pingan's unexpected victory boosted his morale, but in the final analysis it was his personal victory.
Moreover, it was only a martial arts contest in the Qi-raising realm, not Pojiu. It was just because he was more famous that the attention and the volume of his voice was far greater than before.
The supervisors and star officers below can celebrate briefly, but as supervisors, they know very well that the real severe test has yet to come.
And Ji Ping'an's one-man force had little impact on the outcome of the Grand Prize.
Just because, in the second half, it was no longer a duel at the same level. No matter how strong Ji Ping'an was in the Qi-nurturing realm, he could not match Po Jiu.
"After the nine-break match tomorrow, we will discuss the specific content of the second half. There will be a few days in between for you to recuperate." Li Guofeng said seriously:
"That's enough for today. After tomorrow, each academy must rectify its atmosphere. Don't let the disciples loosen their tight bow strings. Don't let your guard down because you think you have some advantage in the competition."
He looked at Ji Pingan again and said:
"In the past two days, as far as I know, the other disciples of other sects are also summing up their lessons and making up for their shortcomings. Wang Xian and the others won once with tactics, but there will be no next time. You have become famous this time, but you have also caused a stir. Without the vigilance of various factions, it is likely that they will be eliminated by the joint efforts of all factions in the second half.”
Ji Ping'an also became serious and said:
"I see."
Not to mention, his most fundamental purpose in participating in the Grand Prize was to lead Qin Tian Prison to win the championship in the second half.
Just to prevent the Qin Tian Jian that he created from having poor performance and becoming a laughing stock, he will take it seriously.
The five supervisors still had something to discuss, so Ji Ping'an got up and said goodbye.
Deliberately skipping the path, return to Qinglian Xiaozhu.
Pushing open the courtyard door, he found that Huang He hadn't come back yet. He was out of the noisy Grand Observation Deck, and Ji Ping'an breathed a sigh of relief.
Sitting on the wicker chair under the peach tree, he placed the brocade box on the low table, clasped the edge with his fingers and opened it.
"Click!"
The hidden buckle of the brocade box was opened, and inside was an inner cushion covered with silk. There was a dark green belt woven from sky silk, with a gem as big as a pigeon's egg embedded in the center.
With a nostalgic look in his eyes, Ji Ping'an took out this magical artifact, which was considered a very good item in Pojiu territory, and threw it to the ground.
The belt was injected with spiritual essence, suddenly expanded, magnified several times, and hit the ground with a bang, turning into a ring-shaped fence.
A puff of smoke and dust was raised.
Just like a giant's belt, it stands on the ground and separates an area. It can trap and lock enemies, or you can seal yourself in it.
"receive."
Ji Ping'an's thoughts changed and his belt returned to normal. He nodded with satisfaction. His things were still easy to use.
Just as he was about to change the belt on his body, suddenly, the talisman in his arms vibrated.
Ji Ping'an pulled out his eyebrows and found that it was from Xin Yaoguang. The text was simple and cold:
[Xin: You are very good]
Is this a compliment? Ji Ping'an looked strange and was thinking about how to respond.
Suddenly, he felt something and his expression changed slightly.
ps: typos should be corrected first and then corrected
