The two factions of the Alchemy Sect, the direct descendants and the casual cultivators, dislike each other and often sneer at each other.
Fang Chengfeng is an absolute direct disciple, and even one of its representatives.
It was not easy for Jiang Kang to say something interesting with such an identity, but Zhou Yi did not go to Ziyun Club immediately and waited habitually.
With time, you will be able to see clearly the true nature of anyone.
That senior brother Fang is already a hundred and thirty years old, and he still has at most seventy years to live. Even if the ancestor gives him the elixir to extend his life, he will not be able to live longer than a hundred years. A hundred years passed by in a blink of an eye, and Zhou Yiyin watched from the sidelines to see who could safely earn his merits.
The sect's small competition was held in full swing, and many powerful disciples emerged.
Zhou Yi saw with his own eyes many spirits and alien spiritual roots that were only recorded in classics. He carefully recorded their fighting habits so that he could predict the enemy's opportunities in the future.
The spirit body is the physical body that is affected by spiritual roots and transforms into mysterious properties. For example, Dai Zhi, the top ten popular fire spirit body, has raging flames all over his body during the fight, making him look like a god of fire.
Alien spiritual roots generally refer to spiritual roots other than the Five Elements. The representative one is Li Qing, who has many thunder techniques at his fingertips.
"Spiritual roots are rare, and spiritual bodies and alien species are even rarer. There are more than a dozen sect competitions alone? Well, it may be that they have participated in several sessions in a row, otherwise the Alchemy Cauldron Sect would be too powerful!"
One month has passed in the blink of an eye.
On the day of the finals of the sect competition, there were more than five thousand monks watching.
It is rumored that the elders of the Eighteen Peaks are paying attention to his spiritual consciousness. Over the years, Xiaobi has had disciples who have caught the eye of the true king and climbed to the sky to worship him.
Zhou Yi found that Senior Brother Shu who was running around was missing. He smiled very happily when he saw him trying his best to sell jade slips a few days ago. He must have won a lot of spiritual stones.
"The finals are a lively time, with the most people placing bets. Is this guy willing to get involved?"
It lasted three days.
The finals slowly came to an end, and the first place turned out to be not Li Qing, whom Zhou Yi was optimistic about, but an ordinary Second Spiritual Root disciple.
Chu Feng.
He has no spiritual body and no supernatural spiritual roots. He is proficient in the methods of talismans and formations. He can form a formation with more than a dozen talismans and seals in a wave of his hand. The opponent was trapped in it and rushed left and right. He activated the formation flag in the distance and replenished the damaged talismans at any time until the opponent ran out of mana.
It is prohibited for sect juniors to use high-grade or top-level magic weapons. Talismans, seals, formations, etc. are not prohibited, but they need to prove in advance that they are drawn by themselves.
"Use talismans to set up an array. A dozen or so talisman seals can trap the top refiners, and more than a hundred should be able to trap the top foundation builders! If tens of thousands of talismans and seals can be mobilized and formed into an array, can they trap the True Lord Jindan?'
"Perhaps it is possible, but it is too difficult to achieve. First of all, it must be able to activate tens of thousands of talismans and seals. Secondly, there are not many formations that can trap the true king!" Zhou Yi marked this disciple, and after he established the foundation, he looked for an opportunity to ask for advice. two.
Thinking over the cliff.
Zhou Yi carried two jars of spiritual wine, named Danxia Zui, and bought them from the same sect recommended by Senior Brother Jiang.
A jar of fifty spiritual stones, the price and effectiveness are far beyond that of Chihong. Drinking it can increase the mana of the foundation master.
Before the final of the sect competition, the two made a bet on whether the disciple who finally won the championship had a supernatural spiritual root or an ordinary spiritual root. Naturally, Zhou Yi lost.
Zhou Yi entered the Black Wind Cave and found that there was an extra person in the ban, trying his best to resist the erosion of the Black Wind Poison Fire. The mana aura is similar to that of Jiang Kang. He is also in the late stage of foundation building. One is calm and calm, and the other is grinning.
“Senior Brother Jiang, I’ll give you your spiritual wine.
Zhou Yi's expression returned to indifference, and he did not show any familiarity with Jiang Kang in front of outsiders.
Jiang Kang opened the wine jar and took a deep sniff, and said proudly: "The old Taoist has never failed in all the small and large competitions. Over the past hundred years, more than 70% of those who have won the first place are normal spiritual disciples."
Zhou Yi asked curiously: "Why is this?"
Jiang Kang said: "Spiritual roots are better than cultivation, and fighting is another kind of talent. If you fight hundreds of times, you will understand the mystery.
Zhou Yi shrugged. It seemed that it would be impossible within ten thousand years. Then he picked up the jade slips on the stone table and checked the origin of the newcomer.
Fang Chengfeng beat a fellow disciple and caused minor injuries. He thought there was a reason for his incident and was sentenced to one month's imprisonment.
"The son of the ancestor!'
Zhou Yi looked surprised and glanced at Fang Chengfeng without leaving a trace. He looked ordinary, unable to resist the punishment, and did not have the reserve of the top second generation of the sect.
At this time.
Fang Chengfeng seemed to be exhausted and shouted regardless of his appearance: "Junior Brother Zhu, please stop the punishment."
Zhou Yi heard this and took out his identity token, turned off the punishment, and asked doubtfully: "Brother Fang, how do you know my surname is Zhu?"
"Lao Shu said that Ziyun Club had recruited a new person, so he sent someone to check it out.
Fang Chengfeng said: "Junior Brother Zhu's name is interesting. The person who co-wrote the script with True Lord Qingjing is exactly the same." "It's just a coincidence."
Zhou Yi's expression remained unchanged and he changed the subject: "Why haven't you seen Senior Brother Shu these days?"
"This guy had more than half a million spiritual stones stolen. He was afraid of my wrath, so he took charge of the demon-killing department and ran away overnight."
When Fang Chengfeng spoke, he did not forget to use the exercises to restore his mana, and said: "Winning or losing is normal, and it doesn't matter if I am really upset. But someone conspired to trick me and placed a big bet of fifty thousand spiritual stones, with ten times the odds. , and then the opponent admitted defeat!"
Zhou Yi said in surprise: "With the status of Senior Brother Fang, there are still people who dare to play tricks outside the game. Even if they win, they won't get the spirit stone, right?"
"It's only half a million spiritual stones. I paid the loss on the spot.'
Fang Chengfeng said bitterly: "But I was so angry that I couldn't hold back my anger, so I beat that man severely. Now I'm thinking of Si Guo Ya!"
Zhou Yi heard this interestingly, probably because he had some hatred towards the rich, and felt inexplicably relieved to see the second generation being defeated.
“Senior Brother Shu’s surname is not suitable for this line of work.”
Fang Chengfeng said helplessly: "Lao Shu has a gambling temperament, so he has been in charge of this matter. Since he lost more than he won before, I asked him to change his name. Who knew he would lose a lot!"
Five hundred thousand spiritual stones, Fang Chengfeng said it easily, but hearing his tone was also very heartbreaking.
Jiang Kang next to him suddenly said: "Instead of going to the camp every day, making friends with this and win over that, it is better to practice hard in seclusion, reach the realm of fake elixir as soon as possible, and have more hope of condensing the golden elixir.
"Senior brother, you think highly of me. In the thousands of years since the Alchemy Cauldron Sect has been established, there has never been a precedent for the Five Spiritual Roots to form an elixir."
Fang Chengfeng said with a bitter face: "It's not like my senior brother has never heard of the temper of the old man in my family. Not to mention the gift of pill-forming spiritual objects, even the foundation-building pill was bought by me with spirit stones. It will be designated as pill-forming in the future. It’s hopeless.”
Jiang Kang saw the confusion on Zhou Yi's face and explained: "Ancestor Jian Chen practices the Sword Art of Forgetting Love, Zuo Forgetting the Seven Emotions and Six Desires... He doesn't care about this son."
Zhou Yi suddenly realized that no wonder someone was trying to trick Fang Chengfeng and it was still related to Jian Chen’s ancestor.
The ancestor of Nascent Soul has a lifespan of thousands of years, and can use life-extending pills and secret techniques for up to 1,500 years. His temperament has already been beyond anyone's imagination. Some are extremely protective of others, while others are as indifferent to family affection as Jian Chen.
Fang Chengfeng said: "That's why we form cliques! In case the old man dies in the future, why don't I, who has millions of spiritual stones, be remembered by others?"
Jiang Kang said quietly: "Don't worry, it's most likely that the white-haired person of Jian Chen's ancestor sent the black-haired person to you!"
Fang Chengfeng was so suppressed that his face turned red, and he said to Zhou Yi: "Junior Brother Zhu, I have recovered my magic power. Quickly open the restriction."
Zhou Yi quickly followed the instructions. Jiang Kang was powerful and had outstanding achievements, so he could tease and joke at will, but he was not qualified to face Fang Chengfeng.
"Senior Brother Fang's aura is strong and pure, how can he resist it so hard?"
"Ordinary disciples resist the black wind and poisonous fire, just to avoid harming the physical body. They seem to be punished easily, but in fact they will still be slightly corroded. After going out, they must polish their magic power and expel the wind and fire from the body. It will take at least three to five months."
Jiang Kang looked at Fang Chengfeng, who was struggling to resist the wind and fire, with approval flashing in his eyes.
"This guy tried his best to use his power to resist. It seems like hard work now, but he has saved his life span!"
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