"Wu Ping, you must hand over 10 Spirit Cultivation Pills to Zhen Yinjian, a disciple in Tsing Yi, within tomorrow. If you can't do it, your own sect will punish you!"

The voice of the elegant elder rang out, his duty was not only to supervise the battle, but also to ensure that the battle was carried out according to the agreement.

"Yes. Wu Ping's expression was a little embarrassed, but at this moment he had to agree. Because the gamble was registered and witnessed in front of the elders, he would never dare to break the rules of the sect.

Zhen Yinjian bowed his hand to the middle-aged elder, turned around and left. Today's fight is a good attempt for him, and it also lets him know his own catties. With his current cultivation, he should be able to deal with the opponent of the spiritual power realm, and if he encounters a monk in the spiritual realm, he can't beat it, so he should still be able to protect himself.

He had already noticed the long sword that Qiu Maoxue brought to the competition platform, although this long sword looked inconspicuous, it made him feel that the aura was in it, and it was probably also a great weapon. It would be good luck not for Qiu Maoxue to use this weapon to fight against him, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to estimate how many chances he had of winning!

After returning to the wing, Zhen Yinjian thought about today's battle, summed up his experience, and thought that he would be able to obtain 10 spirit pills tomorrow, he took out the medicine bottle and prepared to take one spirit pill.

Sitting cross-legged, he took this vermilion pill into his mouth, and the pill was sweet in his mouth, and quickly turned into spiritual liquid and flowed into Zhen Yinjian's throat. After this elixir entered his abdomen, it was hot at first, and he was stimulated by some pain all over his body, and after a while, the burning sensation subsided and attracted a cold comfort, making him feel comfortable physically and mentally.

After running the aura in his body for two weeks, Zhen Yinjian felt a crackling touch in his body, and the blocked spiritual points opened up one by one, and his efficiency in absorbing spiritual energy increased again.

Feeling the many newly opened spiritual points in his body, and at the same time, there was a stronger amount of spiritual energy, and a smile appeared on Zhen Yinjian's face.

Sure enough, the elixir broke through the realm really quickly!

Host: Zhen Yinjian

Race: Terran

Cultivation: Innate Spiritual Power Realm Skilled Bloodline: God Emperor Immortal Body

Sister Level: Pleasing to the Eye (3)

Mission Points: 1000 points

Conquest points: 5000 points

Exercises: 100 turns of light hands (first-order upper grade), green jade jin (yellow lower grade), white jade finger (yellow lower grade)

......

The system in his mind appeared, and Zhen Yinjian saw that his cultivation had really improved. The power of the elixir is indeed unusual, far better than the results of penance. However, immortal cultivators should not rely too much on the elixir, otherwise it will lead to an unstable foundation and an imbalance in power. Historically, many schools have encouraged their disciples to pay attention to their own penance and rely less on pills, which is all based on experience.

Just as Zhen Yinjian got up and was about to go out to take a breath, two knocks sounded on the door, and someone came!

"Is Senior Brother Zhen Yinjian at home?"

Zhen Yinjian stepped forward, opened the door, and saw a gray-clothed miscellaneous disciple of his age waiting respectfully outside the door.

"Who are you, junior brother?" he asked suspiciously, not recognizing this person.

"Elder Ge instructed me to bring additional rewards from the sect to Senior Brother, and Elder Ge instructed Senior Brother that you can officially go to the Dharma Hall tomorrow to attend the class!"

The gray-clothed Taoist handed a wrist-thick jade bottle to Zhen Yinjian's hand, then bowed and retreated.

Zhen Yinjian closed the wooden door and found the table to sit down, and opened the jade bottle curiously, he was curious about what this thing was.

Just the moment the cork was slightly opened, a slightly scorching flame rose up, this flame seemed to be white, and it fell silently in the jade bottle.

Seeing this thing, Zhen Yinjian remembered that this was probably the Danhuo that Dongfang Yong asked him for before!

He still didn't know much about the use of Danhuo and its usefulness, so he decided to ask someone to ask about the situation when he went to the Hongfa Hall tomorrow to attend a class.

Early the next morning, Zhen Yinjian walked out of Yunziju and followed a group of Tsing Yi disciples to the Hongfa Hall.

The grandeur of the Dharma Hall is different from the Martial Hall and the Medicine Hall, and it is an ancient hall with an outdated atmosphere. The height is less than half of the two halls, but it stands half-alive and half-dead at the corner of the main peak. There is a plaque hanging on the old high-rise building, and even the three words "Kobo Hall" engraved in the book seem to be mottled a lot.

There was still a stream of people in front of the door, but the difference was that in addition to the introductory disciples in Tsing Yi, there were also gray-clothed miscellaneous disciples, which made him a little surprised. According to his understanding, several other halls were rare to have miscellaneous disciples. While he was in doubt, he noticed that someone next to him tapped him on the shoulder.

"Senior Brother Zhen, I didn't expect you to come today. ”

This person has a ruddy face and a gentle attitude, isn't it Xue Ruyu who has had many contacts with Zhen Yinjian!

"Brother Xue, can miscellaneous disciples also enter the Dharma Propagation Hall?"

Zhen Yinjian asked the old people around him suspiciously.

"Senior Brother Zhen doesn't know or wonder, any disciple in the Dharma Hall can come to listen to the class, and this is also the sect's kindness to us miscellaneous disciples!"

Saying this, Xue Ruyu's face was full of gratitude. Thinking that these miscellaneous disciples had the lowest status in the sect, and they couldn't enter places like the Martial Hall and the Medicine Hall to study, the Dharma Hall became an unmissable teaching opportunity for them.

"Brother Zhen and I should go in with you, go early and find a good seat. ”

Xue Ruyu knew that Zhen Yinjian had a kind personality, so he took him to the sect and entered the hall.

When I entered the temple, I saw an extremely empty square, and there were futons in the square, and the front seats were already full of people, and there were not many places left.

And Xue Ruyu hurriedly took Zhen Yinjian to the front position, found two dusty futons and sat down.

Just as the two of them sat down, suddenly Zhen Yinjian felt that something was poked in his right shoulder, and when he turned around, he found a young man dressed in white and wearing a jade crown looking at him arrogantly, with a sharp sword ring in his arm, and the jade-colored scabbard was quite eye-catching. And beside him stood the same woman in white, this woman had a beautiful face and a cold expression, but the long sword hung from her waist.

"You two get out of the way for us, don't get in the way of the uncle's seat. The white-clothed Taoist said contemptuously.

"What do you mean?" Zhen Yinjian frowned, he didn't have the habit of giving up his seat.

"Okay, senior brother, please, we'll make room for you. Xue Ruyu turned his head and saw that these two people were actually sword disciples dressed in white, and his face immediately became much more respectful.

Zhen Yinjian was reluctant to leave the table, but he couldn't stop Xue Ruyu from pulling and pulling, so he had to leave helplessly.

"Now the new beginner disciple is becoming more and more unaware of his duty, Senior Sister Feng, sit here. ”

The man in white motioned to sit down at the woman beside him who was called Senior Sister Feng, his expression full of flattery.

The young man's voice drifted contemptuously to the back of Zhen Yinjian's head, making him even more annoyed and almost arguing with him.

After all, he was a person who refused to admit defeat in his previous life, so how could he swallow this evil breath!

"Senior Brother Zhen, just sit down for me!" Looking at Xue Ruyu's helpless standard, Zhen Yinjian was helpless, so he had to sit in the back seat with him.

"Brother Xue, why are you so afraid of this person? I know the rules of this Dharma Propagation Hall, the sect strictly prohibits private fighting, and the seats in this hall are always on a first-come, first-served basis, so we don't need to let them. ”

Zhen Yinjian was a little puzzled by Xue Ruyu's performance just now, and didn't know why he was so cowardly.

"Alas, Senior Brother Zhen, you have only a short time to get started, and you don't know much about the unspoken rules in this sect. It is true that the seats in this Dharma Hall are on a first-come, first-served basis, but the sword conferring disciples and beginner disciples have always had the right to choose first. ”

Xue Ruyu looked at Zhen Yinjian and patiently explained the reason. It turns out that in this Qihuang Orthodox Sect, there is also a huge gap between disciples at different levels, beginner disciples versus miscellaneous disciples, sword granting disciples versus beginner disciples, both in terms of the resources mastered and cultivation, there is a big gap, and it is simply insurmountable.

Therefore, generally low-level disciples will try to avoid high-level disciples when they encounter them, so as to avoid direct conflicts and cause themselves to be humiliated. No matter how fair the rules of this sect are, it can't avoid the almost insurmountable gap between this disciple and the disciple.

For this reason, Xue Ruyu pulled Zhen Yinjian away to avoid him from clashing with these two sword-granting disciples.

After all, even if they don't do it, these sword-granting disciples who are well-connected in the sect also have the means to rectify them, and even sweep them away from the door wall.

After listening to Xue Ruyu's explanation, Zhen Yinjian was disapproving. His ambitions are so high, how could he be willing to be a beginner disciple in Qihuang Zhengzong. With the strongest peach luck system he has, it was only a matter of time before he thought he would become a powerhouse.

Despite this, Zhen Yinjian did not refute, he took into account a little bit of this junior brother's face.

Zhen Yinjian sat in the square of the Dharma Propagation Hall and passed another cup of tea, and saw an old man appear in front of a table at the front of the square. The old man looked so old that no one knew how long he would live. He trembled and walked to the table and sat down in the Kuroki chair. Then I said hello to everyone and started today's lecture.

The old man looked old, and the words he said seemed to be like a bell, echoing throughout the hall, making Zhen Yinjian a little surprised.

He turned his head to look, but found that Xue Ruyu on the side was listening to the old man's explanation in a daze, and seemed to be quite useful. Zhen Yin also calmed down and listened to the explanation of the old man.

What this old man is talking about today is neither related to Dan Dao nor martial arts knowledge, but it is to explain the terroir of this world and the distribution of some forces.