Zheng Tuduan, the senior brother of the Yuanyang faction, sat in the practice workshop to cultivate true qi, and at the same time took a [Qi Replenishing Pill].

Ordinary martial artists spend 4 hours a day meditating and practicing, and life is quite tight.

If you find time to work to make money, practice moves, etc., basically a day is full, even if you want to work hard, you will be limited by the lack of time and cannot improve quickly.

But in fact, a wealthy warrior does not need to meditate hard for 4 hours.

They only need to spend 1 tael of silver every day, eat a [Qi Replenishing Pill], and after practicing Qi for a quarter of an hour, the cultivation amount for 4 hours will be perfectly equal, so that they can save a lot of time and use it to practice various moves.

Obviously, Zheng Tu can be the true disciple of the Yuanyang faction, the senior brother, and he can't be a poor person.

"The cost of a Qi Replenishing Pill is less than 200 yuan, but the price on the market is 1 tael of silver, this is the foundation of my Yuanyang faction."

The Yuanyang faction is naturally also proficient in alchemy, although it is not as good as the monsters of the Dragon and Tiger faction and the Danfang of the True Martial Sect, they also have their own unique secret methods, and this [Qi Replenishing Pill] refined with ordinary medicinal materials such as ginseng is one of them.

As long as a warrior takes one pill, he can save nearly 4 hours of time a day, which is why the gap between the rich and the poor is widening.

Although this price is still only affordable by wealthy merchants, children of families, and descendants of sects, they have accumulated a huge amount of wealth.

The true disciples of the Yuanyang Sect can receive 30 pills every month, and the inner disciples receive 5 pills as corresponding benefits.

This also actually shows that the inner disciples and the true disciples are the talents that the Yuanyang Sect really wants to cultivate.

The others are just thugs screened by the sect, people who handle business and chores.

But Zheng Tu's face did not have the slightest joy, only incomparable solemnity, since the monk Sanxiu challenged the nine true legends of the Yuanyang faction, he has always been preoccupied.

Because he heard Gu Yang Zhenren sigh and evaluate the monk Sanxiu like this.

"Within the age of sixteen, you must enter the congenital, and Juemi Temple has produced a real genius."

He's a real genius, so what am I?

Zheng Tu felt very uncomfortable when he heard it.

"I'm 25 years old, not young."

At the beginning, at the age of 25, Zheng Tu was very happy to achieve congenital achievement and become the first innate true disciple of the Yuanyang faction's generation.

But he later realized that in a powerful sect like the Dragon and Tiger Sect and the Guangming Temple, the standard for measuring genius is to become congenital at the age of 16.

If you become a congenital player before the age of 16, you can be considered a real seed player.

Although this division is crude, for most warriors, it is not talent but resources that hinder their progress.

But this division is very reasonable, because the probability of becoming a congenital master before the age of 16 and later becoming a martial artist is the largest, which has obvious statistical significance.

For the Dragon and Tiger Sect and Guangming Temple, it is meaningless to be simply innate, and the martial arts master is the core force that maintains the entire sect.

"If I had grown up in the Dragon Tiger Sect."

"Like Li Shouyi, Li Cunyi, Li Guiyi, Li Shoujing, Li Shaoyang, Li Zaobli, Li Taixuan...... These geniuses of the Dragon and Tiger Sect, who were once famous, almost all achieved innate achievements before the age of 16. ”

Zheng Tu sighed, he actually didn't have any opinion on the Yuanyang faction, he respected the head of Guyang more than his own father.

Because the Yuanyang faction had no private collection for him, the supreme treasure "Yuanyang Sutra" was taught to him without reservation.

Even the elixir given by the Dragon and Tiger Sect, such as [Yulin Blood Lipids], a secret medicine that can increase the origin of the human body, was given to him.

Without the cultivation of Guyang Zhenren, there would be no current true disciple, the senior brother in the mouth of all the disciples.

But he was unwilling, he was able to touch those real geniuses, but he found that he was thousands of miles away from them, like a moat.

Maybe he can still defeat the monk Sanxiu now, but in another year, two years, or three years, he will no longer be the opponent of the other party.

The little monk is not yet 15 years old.

As for himself, he is already 25 years old.

As for the True Martial Sect, the descendants of the Maha Temple, when they were at their age, they were already preparing to impact the realm of martial arts.

Zheng Tu's life is already enviable enough, and at the age of 25, he has fulfilled the lifelong dream of most Jianghu people and achieved congenital.

And there are too many children in charge of the Yuanyang faction, if there are no major changes in the future, he can also inherit the position of the head of the Yuanyang faction and become the head of a medium-sized sect, and he is strong.

Such a life is already a paradise that countless people dream of.

Yet he still felt pain and unwillingness.

It's like a multi-millionaire who goes to a banquet hosted by the world's top magnate, and he feels ashamed of it.

"Hah!"

Zheng Tu pulled out the Tianyang Sword and swung it, and in an instant, three golden sword qi flew into the air, knocking out the three villains in the practice workshop, and each sword qi was right at the neck of the villain.

The differentiation of sword light is the mystery that will only exist when the Yuanyang swordsmanship is practiced to the realm of perfection.

Gu Yang Zhenren once told him that relying on this swordsmanship, those who worked the rivers and lakes and became innate masters when their potential was exhausted in the end, they would not be his opponents at all.

Only the progress of swordsmanship and the growth of strength can bring him some comfort.

"The sages are cloudy, and the sages of people are like rats, and they are in their own ears."

"If I were in the Dragon Tiger Sect, would I have achieved higher achievements, would I not be so miserable?"

Zheng Tu took a deep breath.

"I must seize the opportunity, as long as I do a good job this time, I will have the opportunity to study in the Dragon and Tiger Sect."

"I'm not willing to be a senior brother or head of the Yuanyang faction."

"I want to climb higher, stand farther, and look down on the whole rivers and lakes, not be overlooked by the rivers and lakes."

Thinking of this, Zheng Tu put away the Tianyang Sword that Gu Yang Zhenren bought for him and wiped the slight beads of sweat on his forehead.

"Senior brother, something is wrong."

"What's the matter? Didn't you say that I want to practice, and I am not allowed to disturb if I have no important things? Zheng Tu seemed a little unhappy, recently the elders had something to go out, and the affairs of the sect fell into his hands, which made him feel that the chores of the sect were already hindering his progress.

"Senior brother, yes, someone provoked the master and made a lot of nonsense in front of the mountain gate."

"What person, how old is it, what martial arts, do you have a self-reported family?" Zheng Tu's face had returned to normal, and he walked out of the practice workshop, calmly asking the disciple who came to report the news.

"Mo is about 16 years old, and it is speculated that he is a master of qi, proficient in swordsmanship, and has a spirit soldier in his hand."

"Send someone over immediately, don't have a conflict, invite someone over first, understand?" Zheng Tu made a judgment after listening.

"But he insulted the teacher."

"16 years old, full of energy, and a spirit soldier in his hand, can't you see that this is not a child of the family, or a descendant of the gate faction who is swaying?"

"Come over to me at once, remember, it's please!" Zheng Tu said word by word.

"Yes, big brother!" The messenger galloped down the mountain.

Only Zheng Tu looked at the sky alone and sighed again.

It's another sect descendant, and you want to challenge your travels, right?

The word 16 years old stung him deeply.

Then let me see what you're capable of.