The natal spiritual treasure can be said to be the standard equipment for high-level monks.
You can start condensing it when your strength reaches the golden elixir. This is just because ordinary monks have just entered the golden elixir and the spiritual power in their bodies is not very strong, so it is a bit troublesome to cultivate it.
Therefore, most people choose to start cultivating their natal spiritual treasures at the sixth level of the golden elixir stage. However, judging from Su Yunbing's performance, it is obvious that he did not cultivate it at the sixth level of the golden elixir stage. I am afraid that he started cultivating it as soon as he entered the golden elixir.
This kind of courage is indeed powerful.
In the audience, Ling Feng was a little lost. He was defeated in one move. The gap between him and his third senior brother was so huge.
"Junior brother, relax, victory or defeat is a common thing for a soldier. Just practice more on logistics and win again!"
Su Yunbing said carelessly.
"Yes, junior brother, you started later than Lin Yin, so temporary success or failure doesn't mean anything."
Ye Wushuang also consoled him.
Lin Yin walked down the stage slowly, silent and without saying a word, still looking like he was half-dead: "You are a little stronger than before, you can be considered a big ant."
Hearing this, Ling Feng's eyes lit up, as if he was recognized, and he instantly regained his energy.
Li Xiaobai felt that something was wrong with Ling Feng. The senior sisters' kind words did not make him better, but the third senior brother's humiliation made him feel refreshed. Could he be a masochist?
"Thank you, senior brother, for your teaching, I understand!"
Ling Feng returned to his cool look.
Feng Wuxie has been staring at the remaining frost on his hands, with a very ugly expression. Although he could not see the scene clearly just now, he could sense what was happening inside.
This Lin Yin's technique should be based on the Yin-Cold Qi, the extremely powerful Yin-Cold Qi. Both Lin Yin and Ling Feng had higher cultivation levels than themselves.
Is Piaomiao Peak really so magical?
"The fourth match, Piaomiao Peak Yang Chen, versus the true disciple Chen Ping!" The referee announced that the match would continue.
"It's my turn."
Yang Chen was very excited and jumped onto the ring.
"Senior Brother Yang!"
Chen Ping's eyes were a little dodgeful. Three years ago, he was brutally beaten by Yang Chen in this arena. Now he is increasingly unable to see through the opponent's cultivation. He is a little timid and does not dare to fight with him.
"Junior Brother Chen, you're welcome, go ahead and let me see if you have made any progress after three years!"
Yang Chen's attitude was extremely arrogant and he didn't take Chen Ping seriously at all. Chen Ping lost his temper and drew the sword from his waist and stabbed Yang Chen.
"Spirit Snake Sword Technique!"
The body turned into a bright silver light and kept wandering around the field, looking for flaws in Yang Chen's body.
Yang Chen did not set up any protective measures at all. He stood in front of Chen Ping with the door wide open, as if he was deliberately provoking him to attack.
"The demons are dancing wildly!"
Chen Ping's figure flashed, silver light flashed on the stage, and dozens of afterimages appeared, dragging swords and stabbing Yang Chen from all directions.
All the disciples in the audience held their breath. Among the many clones, there was only one true body. If he admitted his mistake, it would be a devastating blow.
They believe that if they were on stage, they would never be able to guard against this move and they would be defeated in an instant.
"Long time no see, you're still doing the same thing. Although you have more clones, what's the use?"
Yang Chen laughed loudly.
The arm twisted weirdly at an incredible angle, and easily grasped the tip of the sword that stabbed the back of the neck from behind.
With two fingers exerting force gently, the long sword collapsed into pieces.
He turned around and slapped Chen Ping on the chest. Blood spurted out from Chen Ping's mouth and he fell to the ground, unconscious.
He defeated the true disciple with two moves and crushed the spiritual sword with his body. Yang Chen did this as if he did it casually and easily. The scene was extremely shocking.
Many disciples discovered that they had made a mistake. They always thought that Piaomiao Peak used the back door to open a small stove, so its disciples were stronger than ordinary inner disciples.
But when I saw him today, it was completely different. He didn't become stronger by going through the back door, but because he was too strong, so the leader authorized him to open the back door and establish a new mountain.
"Piaomiao Peak, Yang Chen wins!"
The referee took Chen Ping off his feet.
The fourth game was between Liu Jinshui and Feng Wuxie.
Feng Wuxie smiled politely and walked up to greet a few people.
"Junior Brother Xiaobai, congratulations on your success in entering the top ten and obtaining the qualification for further training. Don't slack off in your practice."
"Junior Brother Liu, please, I'm looking forward to fighting against the Piaomiao Peak disciples."
Liu Jinshui's eyes rolled, he sighed and waved his hands.
"Referee, I admit defeat. We are already in the top ten, and we are still competing with each other. Let's finish the fight early and call it a day!"
Fatty Liu said something shocking. As soon as he said this, Feng Wuxie was stunned, and the other disciples were also stunned.
After entering the top ten and obtaining the qualification for training, there is no need to continue competing?
What is the logic?
Where is your gumption?
In the distance, the elders were even more furious.
"What does this bastard think Dabi is?"
"Is this a game that he can play if he wants to, or if he doesn't want to?"
"Forget it, everyone just admitted defeat. There is no rule in this competition that says that participating disciples are not allowed to admit defeat!"
"It's so annoying..."
The leader was also helpless. Piaomiao Peak liked to make trouble, but he could also see that this fat man really had no fighting spirit at all.
Being able to participate in the competition is probably just to win the place for further study. Once the place is obtained, he will not fight even if the King of Heaven comes.
It’s a typical example of not being able to afford early without profit!
The referee was stunned when he heard this: "Are you sure?"
"Sure!"
"Well, Piaomiao Peak disciple Liu Jinshui takes the initiative to admit defeat, and the true disciple Feng Wuxie wins!"
“That’s the end of today’s competition, the top three will be decided tomorrow!”
"Please disciples, after you go back, take time to reflect on your own shortcomings, check for leaks and make up for them in time, and don't let this rare opportunity go to waste."
After the leader said a few words calmly, he left with the elders.
The disciples were also involved in heated discussions. What they saw and heard today was too shocking.
He is also a disciple of the Immortal Feather Sect, why is he so outstanding?
Only now do they know that there are still such powerful disciples in this same sect, which is really surprising.
Feng Wuxie came to Li Xiaobai's side and said with a smile: "Congratulations to all the Piaomiao Peak brothers. From now on, we will go to the Holy Demon Sect together. Please give us a lot of support and help each other!"
"It should be, it should be, after entering the Holy Demon Sect, we will be closer and closer!"
Li Xiaobai also greeted him with a smile. He was different from his senior brothers and sisters.
He was a weakling who didn't need to practice, but he still needed to make friends, and Feng Wuxie made him feel good, much like the little brother next door.
And it was all thanks to others that I could sell so many elixirs before.
"Yes, you should walk around more if you have time."
Feng Wuxie meant something, but Li Xiaobai didn't hear it and kept smiling.
"Yes, yes, by the way, senior brother, do you like taking a bath?"
