With the last quarter of an hour left, Jing Yingrong couldn't help but stare at the stage with slightly widened eyes, showing some expectation and curiosity.
There were thirty places to enter the second round of Taming the Beast, and she bet on twenty people.
At this moment, someone from behind shouted: "Jing...junior sister."
It's Huo Xiumao.
Jing Yingrong turned to look at him and asked, "Are you also here to watch the beast control competition?"
Huo Xiumao smiled and shook his head: "No, I came here because I saw you here. I am one of the people responsible for maintaining order on the land next door at the 'Shuikan'. It will be my turn to be on duty in a while."
Jing Yingrong: "Did the sect arrange it?"
"No, I signed up to participate on my own because there will be contribution points as a reward."
After speaking, Huo Xiumao changed the subject and lowered his voice: "I want to tell you that Master has taken back my mission. I wonder if it will be transferred to others. You should be careful."
Jing Yingrong nodded: "Yes, I understand."
During the conversation between the two, the crowd's chatter gradually increased. It seemed that something puzzling had happened, which finally attracted the attention of the two.
"What's wrong with the spirit-winged demon cat? Are you all tired?"
"I don't know. Are they all tamed?"
"It doesn't look like his condition."
"Hey, those ones over there, why are they licking each other's fur?"
"Look at the beast masters and the others, they seem quite confused."
"This will have an impact on the test results..."
Jing Yingrong glanced at the high platform and suddenly turned to look at Huo Xiumao.
Huo Xiumao: "What, what?"
Jing Yingrong didn't answer, her eyes moved down and stopped at Huo Xiumao's waist.
Huo Xiumao couldn't help but take a step back and cover his belt.
"Well, senior, you..."
Jing Yingrong suddenly said: "Don't you have to be on duty?"
"Yes, yes."
"go quickly."
"Eh? But it's not time yet..."
"Do the handover in advance."
"but……"
"Go ahead."
"That's...okay, okay."
After Huo Xiumao left in a daze, the spirit-winged demon cat in the cage finally returned to normal.
When the time is up, the beast cage is opened, and the tamed spirit-winged demon cats go to their masters respectively. The results of each beast master's competition are clear at a glance.
There were still some spirit-winged demon cats that had not been tamed, and they were taken away by the elder with a wave of his sleeves.
This time Jing Yingrong captured eighteen people.
After getting the reward, she rushed to another skill competition without stopping.
…
The next day, the first battle of setting up the formation began.
I came earlier than the audition and got a good seat at the front.
When she looked around, she realized that Yin Xueze was even ahead of her, and she didn't know how early he had arrived.
When the formation master entered the arena, Zhao Jinxu ran to the edge of the field and waved vigorously to Yin Xueze. In a blink of an eye, he saw Jing Yingrong, and waved to Jing Yingrong with a bright smile.
Jing Yingrong waved her hand in response to him.
Among the formation masters on the field, Zhao Jinxu is one of the youngest, but he has no stage fright and looks confident.
The content of the first round of the formation competition is based on the third-grade formation, the Primordial Light Extinguishing Formation. The formation master strives to set up this formation in the shortest time, and the top fifty with the shortest time will enter the second round of competition.
It can be seen that this formation is not difficult for Zhao Jinxu, and his formation speed is faster than most of the formation masters present.
Ji Jie Bi said: "This junior is still talented in the formation. If he doesn't like it and has no talent, even if he is the son of the Lan Xi Zhao family, there is nothing he can do."
Jiyanzhu: "If you have to do one thing, which one is worse, having talent but not liking it, or liking it but not having talent?"
Ji Sha Sword: "I will kill anyone who wants me to do it."
Jijie Pen: "This choice is too difficult... It would be easier to kill the person who forced me to do this."
Ji Yanzhu: "You two, give me good answers! Mirror, what do you think?"
Jing Yingrong: "I don't know."
Ji Yanzhu: "Well, that's the expected answer."
The first person Jing Yingrong betted on this time was Zhao Jinxu.
At the end of the competition, Zhao Jinxu entered the second round without any suspense. At this time, the formation masters were supposed to be guided by the elders to the resting area for the participating monks that was isolated from the outside world. However, Zhao Jinxu suddenly broke away from the team and rushed into the stands.
Then he was kicked back by Yin Xueze.
"Don't mess around! Otherwise you will be disqualified from the competition!"
The elder blew his beard and glared at Zhao Jinxu. Zhao Jinxu said "Oh", turned to where Yin Xueze was while the elder was not paying attention, and stuck out his tongue with a snicker.
Yin Xueze's expression was gentle, as if he was not the one who had just kicked Zhao Jinxu back to the stage.
At this moment, Jing Yingrong was busy getting the prize.
"Girl, you must have great vision and luck. I heard from other people that you have received awards several times."
The person who said this was one of the people who interacted with Jing Yingrong during yesterday's talisman making competition. He looked at Jing Yingrong with admiration and surprise, and there was some envy in his expression.
"If we hadn't been able to participate in this game, I would have followed you."
Jing Yingrong said: "This is the last time."
The man was stunned: "You don't want to play anymore?"
"Um."
"Are you feeling bored?"
Jing Yingrong shook her head and said: "There are too many prizes, which take up space. I can guess by myself."
After saying that, she left for the next place.
The man and his companion looked at each other.
"What does she mean?"
"I think the prizes are worthless and occupy space in vain..."
"What? Is this worthless?! If I weren't afraid of being caught by the sect, I would have been hiding behind bars!"
"Shhh, keep your voice down!"
…
Jing Yingrong watched three skill competitions in a row.
When watching the cooking competition, she was also invited to taste the food as a member of the disciple judges.
What is being cooked is spiritual food, and the raw materials for the food are all energy-containing things such as the flesh and blood of demon beasts, spiritual grains and purified water. Even the pots, cauldrons, shovels and other utensils used are at least middle-grade mortal utensils. Cooks not only need to make the food delicious, but also maximize the integration and stimulation of the energy in the food to make it helpful for cultivation.
Although cooking a meal is somewhat similar to refining an elixir, and it is not as effective as the elixir, it is better than it can satisfy people's appetite. Although monks do not need to eat after they have reached a certain level of cultivation and can maintain body functions with spiritual power alone, there have always been many monks who like delicious food.
The cooking competition has several high-level spiritual chefs as judges. In addition, dozens of people will be randomly selected from the disciples on site to serve as judges. However, the proportion of the judging results is far less than that of the high-level spiritual chefs. lively.
While the other disciple judges were still carefully tasting the food one by one, Jing Yingrong had already tasted the food on every small plate in front of him, and then made a unified evaluation.
"Too little spiritual energy, I can't feel anything."
