"Senior, I don't think I can agree to your conditions. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info"

In the Immortal Spirit Continent, under the shade of the trees outside the gate of the Thunder Sect, fifteen-year-old Li Hexian said with a wink.

A moment later, a man's angry voice came from within him.

"Are you joking with me? You must know that in another hour, my remnant soul will disappear completely, and the blood and qi of Jiuli Blood Crystal will also be dissipated! This is the ancient inheritance that I paid for with one life! You told me not to?"

The man's tone was quite angry, but there was no unhappiness on Li Hexian's face, and his tone was as gentle as ever.

"But senior, as long as I win two more competitions, I can become a disciple of the Thunder Sect. Joining the sect is the only purpose for me to come here this time, and I am about to achieve it. ”

Looking at the bustling crowd around him, Li Hexian's face showed a strong sense of confidence.

In the morning, he was tested by bloodline, talent, etc., and he successfully passed the test and entered the list of 100 people selected by the disciples of the Thunder Sect.

According to the rules, as long as he wins two games in the afternoon competition, he can join the Thunder Sect and become an enviable disciple of the sect.

As for the inheritance that suddenly appeared in his body, he didn't think about it at all.

After all, his parents died when he was a child, and everything can only rely on his own experience, which made Li Hexian form this kind of cautious, very assertive, and unmoved character by external objects.

"For the sake of this Jiuli Blood Crystal, I was almost killed by the Heavenly Immortal Sect! Now I can't give anyone else except you, if you refuse to accept the inheritance, wouldn't it mean that I died in vain!" As soon as Li Hexian's words fell, the man's voice in his body sounded again, and his tone became even more angry.

Li Hexian smiled slightly, and was about to persuade the other party a few more words, when he saw two people walking straight towards him not far away.

So Lee Chord quickly shut his mouth.

If he is seen talking to himself here, he will be considered crazy.

And one of the two who came was a deacon in a thunderclap uniform.

"I've seen the deacons. The other party is likely to be his elder in the sect in the future, Li Hexian didn't dare to be rude, and hurriedly got up and made a move.

"Are you Li Hexian?" the deacon did not speak, but the young man who came with him looked him up and down a few times, his eyes full of scrutiny.

"Yes. Lee Chord nodded.

"Fifteen years old, the first layer of the mortal realm, from Qingxi Township in the Northern Regions, heh, the countryside soil buns can actually become cultivators, but there are some opportunities. A hint of disdain flashed in the boy's eyes.

The mortal realm in the young man's mouth is the realm where the cultivators of the Immortal Spirit Continent cultivate their physical bodies.

According to the level of the realm, the mortal realm is divided into: strengthening blood, hammering flesh, strengthening muscles, forging bones, might, condensing qi, stabilizing the spirit, exploding qi, and turning into a true nine layers.

Looking at Li Hexian, the young man waved his hand arrogantly: "Give you a chance, if you lose the afternoon competition, I will allow you to become my servant." ”

The young man's request was so unbelievable that Li Hexian was stunned, and couldn't help but ask, "May I ask who you are?"

"Li Hexian, this son of Wu Xiaoming, is your opponent in the first round this afternoon. At this time, the deacon of the Thunder Sect spoke, and his tone was hard, "Wu Gongzi is from a family, and his future is limitless, he is willing to accept you as a servant, that is your creation, and you can lose to him in the afternoon competition." ”

"Why should I lose to him, I'm going to enter the Thunder Sect!" Li Hexian became more and more stunned.

"Then you don't agree?" Wu Xiaoming frowned, "You're not afraid of losing to me?"

"I just need to win two more fights, you are my opponent in the first round, and you are in the same realm as me, how do you know that I can't win against you?" asked Li Hexian rhetorically.

"I just felt that you would win me, so I found the deacon to put pressure!" Wu Xiaoming scolded in his heart, and then glanced at the deacon.

The deacon's face was not very good at the moment.

He is the sixth-layer condensation realm of the mortal realm, and the realm identity is much higher than that of the civilian Li Hexian, for him, to ask Li Hexian at this moment is simply to give the other party a face, but the other party not only did not show sincerity and fear, but also dared not to agree to his request?

The deacon was annoyed and angry, and his tone became even worse: "Li Hexian, have you thought about it, become a servant of Wu Gongzi, and may even become a family worshipper in the future, and your future is much brighter than that of a commoner with no background than you?"

"I'm going to join the Thunder Sect, how can I be a civilian. I can't agree to your request. After Li Hexian finished speaking, he simply closed his eyes, sat down cross-legged again, and ignored the two of them.

"Good, good, good!" Seeing that the persuasion did not move, a fierce color flashed in the deacon's eyes, and with a wave of his sleeves, he turned around and left.

In front of everyone, it was inconvenient for him to teach Li Hexian a lesson, after all, so many people were watching.

"Boy, you have a kind, you can wait in the afternoon. Wu Xiaoming stared at him gloomily, and after saying a cruel word, he also turned around and left.

Squinting to see that the two of them were walking away, Li Hexian snorted.

"Ha, I think you want to enter the Thunder Sect, it may not be so easy, it's better to listen to my words, integrate the Jiuli Blood Crystal into your body, and when the time comes, you will be reborn, what Thunder Sect, you don't need to look at it at all. The senior in Li Hexian's body spoke again at this time, and his tone was still gloating, "These two guys, you can make them die countless times with one finger." ”

"Senior, I came to this Thunder Sect after going through a lot of hardships and nine deaths, so I will never give up easily. Li Hexian said: "Besides, although the Thunder Sect is a small sect, it was also built by cultivators. I didn't believe that I had won the afternoon contest and that they would turn me away without credibility or rules. ”

"Oh, credit, credit is a bad habit, specially used to feed dogs. As for the rules, who cultivates immortals to abide by the law?" the senior sneered.

Li Hexian was not in a very good mood at the moment, so he didn't answer again.

After waiting for almost half an hour, with the sound of a gong, the afternoon competition officially began.

Li Hexian was the first to enter the ring, and his opponent was Wu Xiaoming, who had broken up unhappily before.

The deacon from before was standing in the audience with a blank face at the moment.

After verifying the positive position, under the signal of the referee, the competition began.

"Boy, give you one last chance, it's too late to admit defeat now, otherwise, don't blame my subordinates for being ruthless later. Wu Xiaoming said with a sneer.

Li Hexian pursed his lips, raised the wooden knife in his hand, and made the best response with his actions.

As for why a wooden knife is used, it is stipulated by the Thunder Sect, mainly because they are afraid of injuring the candidates in the competition.

"Okay, then you will die for me!" Wu Xiaoming shouted, and the wooden sword in his hand stabbed towards Li Hexian.

With a sweep of the edge, the long hair around Li Hexian's ears was cut off.

The sharp edge made Li Hexian feel shocked, and said loudly: "You, you actually use a blade!"

"Who used the blade?" Wu Xiaoming laughed fiercely, the edge of the wooden sword in his hand flashed with a burst of cold light, "Give me death!"

"Referee, he uses a blade!" Kankan dodged another attack from the other party, and Li Hexian hurriedly shouted to the referee on the sidelines.

The old god of the referee was looking up at the sky, as if he hadn't heard him at all.

The deacon next to him looked at him with a sneer, his eyes full of ridicule.

The reaction of these two people made Li Hexian's heart cold, and he couldn't help but stay in place.

"Useless stinky boy, if you didn't give me face before, then don't blame me for being ruthless. Wu Xiaoming smiled fiercely, and took advantage of Li Hexian's lack of concentration, and stabbed with another sword.

This time, the sword cut a hole in the clothes on Li Hexian's chest.

If it weren't for Li Hexian's timely dodge, this sword would have disemboweled.

After several unsuccessful appeals, a touch of anger also appeared on Li Hexian's face: "If you blatantly cheat, then don't blame me! The more you want me to lose, the more I won't lose!"

When the words fell, he shook the wooden knife in his hand, and the attack was like a rainbow, and he pressed towards Wu Xiaoming.

Although Li Hexian is not very old, he has already tasted the warmth and coldness of human feelings, so he has a dedication to cultivating immortals that surpasses ordinary people, and when he cultivates, he also has a ruthlessness that ordinary people do not have.

This ruthlessness, as he turned defense into offense, immediately brought an indomitable momentum.

And although Wu Xiaoming is a second-generation cultivator, he is a wine bag and rice bag, and he can be promoted to the Mortal Realm, and he is also forced to pile up the resources in the family.

He is usually lazy to cultivate, but even if he uses a blade in his hand at this moment, he is still gradually falling behind.

After a while, Li Hexian deliberately showed a flaw to lure Wu Xiaoming to the bait, and suddenly the wooden knife turned, and the long sword in Wu Xiaoming's hand was pulled away with a snap.

Without waiting for Wu Xiaoming to react, the wooden knife in Li Hexian's hand slashed an arc in mid-air, and the blade of the knife slapped straight towards the opponent's chest.

Although he was dissatisfied with the referee and Wu Xiaoming, in fact, Li Hexian only wanted to knock the opponent off the stage this time, and he didn't think about hurting people at all.

But just when the wooden knife was about to touch Wu Xiaoming, the deacon standing in the audience suddenly shouted: "Stop me!"

In an instant, Li Hexian felt a strong force coming towards him, and he was forced to fly seven or eight meters away.

Falling to the ground, Li Hexian's throat was sweet, the corners of his mouth were already dripping with blood, and his internal organs seemed to be stirred together, making his eyes black in pain and almost fainting on the spot.

"You've already shot off your opponent's weapon, why do you want to hurt someone's life! At such a young age, your heart is so vicious!" the deacon stood on the stage, his eyes like ice.

"I—I didn't!" Li Hexian clutched his chest, struggling to get up, every time he breathed, he felt a tearing pain in his chest, "I just want to defeat him, and he uses a blade that the rules don't allow, why don't you say it!"

"I don't see it. The referee on the side said coldly, "I only see that you intend to take people's lives! You are a vicious person, don't even want to enter the Thunder Faction!"

"I, I'm not convinced!" Li Hexian's face turned red with anger.

"Do you dare to disagree?" the deacon squinted and said gloomily, "Say it again?"

"I'm not convinced!" Li Hexian was so angry that his fists were clenched at this moment, and his arms were trembling slightly.

The other party not only ignores the rules, but at this moment, it is even more obvious that he is framed and reversed, reversing black and white!

"Okay, then you will die!" The deacon made a song of five fingers, and the long sword that Wu Xiaoming had just fallen to the ground was immediately held in his hand.

One step forward, the deacon's face was hideous, and the sword slashed straight towards Li Hexian: "Boy, if you don't respect the superiors, no one will reason with you if you kill you!"

The sharp sword light seemed to freeze the surrounding space.

Li Hexian only felt that the blood in his whole body seemed to be coagulated, and there was a chill in his bone marrow.

Looking at the deacon's hideous face, Wu Xiaoming's smug smile not far away, the referee's disdainful face, and the indifferent looks of the onlookers, Li Hexian felt that something called faith in his heart had collapsed.

At the moment when the sword was about to slash to his forehead, unwilling tears welled up in Li Hexian's eyes: "Senior, I was wrong!"