Chu Geli's rapid progress on the Imperial Spirit Platform inevitably attracted the attention of the surrounding contestants, the pile of loess exuded vigorous vitality, and there were constantly millet plants maturing, and then Chu Geli harvested it and piled it aside. After completing a round of Imperial Spirits, Chu Qili grabbed a handful of seeds from the tray in front of him very casually, threw them into the soil in front of him, and continued to Imperial Spirits, as if the number was no longer a problem in front of him, and he only needed to play casually.

"It's... Is this still human?" the dumbfounded contestants around them complained to themselves, and they were stunned for a moment before they realized that now was not the time to watch a play, and they also needed to compete.

Chu Qili, who had completely entered the state of the Imperial Spirit, had no intention of paying attention to these gazes, and lowered his head and hid himself in his cloak. Sowing, reeling, reaping, and recovering are all just these steps that go back and forth.

An hour of competition was not long, and Chu Qili only felt that when he raised his head and bowed his head, the chief referee announced that the spirit had stopped. Rubbing his forehead, the side effects of a large amount of mental energy appeared, and there was a constant tingling pain in the back of his head, but fortunately, it was not to the point of unbearable. Forcibly cheering up, Chu Qili turned to the side and glanced at the Imperial Spirit Platform beside him, the mountains of millet crops that were piled up were also unexpected by him, licked his lips, and muttered to himself, "Did I do this?"

"Chu Qili, the number of imperial spirits: two thousand six hundred and thirty-one, Han An, the number of imperial spirits: six hundred and fifty-one ........."

The results of the contestants were read out from the referee's mouth, and Chu Qili's amazing results did not cause too many waves, and the thousands of people in the arena were just silent about this, just like the results of the prince of the imperial city, this kind of results were no longer within the scope of their consideration.

"The value of faith and the number of people who believe in it continue to increase. In Chu Qili's mind, a reminder came from the system, and then he found that his faith value and the number of believers were increasing rapidly.

Chu Heli muttered while analyzing: "It seems that it is not just the kind of faith that is desperate, as long as people have feelings of convincing and worship, they can increase the value of faith and the number of believers." I'll still have to be in the limelight in the future. ”

In the dark room on the second floor of the arena, the chief of the Zhao tribe was surprised and delighted: "Is he Chu Hatli?" Originally, I wanted to repay him for rescuing Zhi'er and Rou'er. But in this way, it looks like I have to trouble him with something else......"

Chu Qili, who had completed this game, was not overjoyed, and the number of seemingly outstanding people was only at the expected level, he knew the difficulty of the method of the Imperial Spirit, so he naturally would not be carried away by this small qualifying match. After all, even the simplest second-order elixir spirit could knock him back to his original form......

"Brother Chu, it's hidden. Han An walked over and said politely, but the smile on his face was a little bitter. He originally thought that he would be able to defeat Zhao Rou and reach the pinnacle of the spirit masters of the younger generation of the Seven Clans in one fell swoop, but now it seems that he is just a well frog talking to the sea, sitting in a well and watching the sky......

Chu Qili also arched his hand, with a humble attitude, "It's just luck, Brother Han, I went to rest first, and my head hurts a little." Han An also practiced the Imperial Spirit all year round, and saw that this was a manifestation of his excessive mental power consumption, so he did not continue to greet him, watching Chu Hate leave and walking away, looking at the other party's back, his heart was still full of unwillingness......

The Soul Master Qualifier is not over yet, and the streets are empty, with only the occasional idler passing by. Walking through the streets and alleys, Chu Qili quickly walked to the hostel and entered the door with a drowsy head.

Zhao Cong, who was in charge of patrolling the tribe, met Chu Geli head-on, and was about to stretch out his hand to say hello, but saw Chu Heali shrugging his head and walking into the hostel.

"It seems that Brother Chu is not going well in the game, I'll go to comfort him later, it's over anyway." Zhao Cong thought to himself in his heart, so he retracted his hand, didn't bother the "frustrated" Chu Heli again, and prepared to take him out at night to have a good time.

Pushing the door and entering the room, Chu Qili collapsed on the soft bed, sleepiness hit like a tide, and his upper and lower eyelids fought to close. Resisting his sleepiness, Chu Qili struggled to get up, straightened his back and sat cross-legged on the bed, and ran the "Records of the Ancient Society". The source qi and spiritual power recovered at the same time, almost making him cry out in comfort, and Chu Qili, who had entered the cultivation state, continued to slowly run the source method......

Although Chu Qili left, the Spirit Master Qualification Selection Contest was still in full swing.

The god-like 2,361 strains did not set off much turmoil, and there was nothing to argue about this kind of achievement, but Han An's narrow victory over Zhao Rou caused a lot of discussion. The tuyere of public opinion pointed to the Zhao family, and many people questioned whether the Zhao family really had the ability to continue to serve as the venue for the Soul Master Competition. After all, in this qualifying tournament, they only barely managed to keep the top three......

The three of them became tigers, and the talk in everyone's mouths seemed to be just alarmist, but it really touched the scars of the management of the Zhao tribe.

After the third game, the chief of the Zhao tribe and his party left the dark room and did not continue to watch the game. In the same way, they didn't want to express their opinions on Chu Hatli's results, this was a headache for the Imperial City, not their Zhao family. But Han An's 651 strains were like a blunt knife, cutting into their hearts one after another.

Zhao Gao, as the chief of the tribe, and Rou'er is his beloved daughter, so he naturally works even harder about these things, but after watching a few games, he seems to be much older. Worrying about tribal affairs all the year round also made him have a lot of white threads mixed in his long hair.

"That Han An defeated Rou'er's twenty crops, although it was relying on the help of the spirit soil, but that group of old guys of the Han clan coveted the oil and water of the Spirit Master Contest for more than three or five years. They will definitely take advantage of this to make trouble......" Zhao Gao sighed.

In the Zhao clan council hall, the deputy chief and all the leaders sat around the round table, except for Zhao Cong, who was in charge of patrolling the tribe today, the managers of the Zhao tribe were all present.

The deputy chief stroked his withered white goatee and said worriedly: "Indeed, the Han clan is not only here this time, but even the deputy chief is here. Moreover, during the competition, the people of the Imperial City were also there, and their intentions may even be seen by passers-by. ”

"Those guys in the Imperial City are also quite prejudiced against us, saying that we haven't been able to train enough good spirit masters for too long. If our tribe still fails to produce a spirit master who can complete the second-order elixir spirit this year, I'm afraid the imperial city will take the initiative to abandon us......" Zhao Gao looked around and asked again: "Is it possible that there are people from the clan who can complete the second-order elixir this year?"

"Zhao Rou and Zhao Zhi are two young people with great talents, but they are still too young after all. Zhao Rou might not be able to pass the first-order spirit master's ranking competition, but the second-order ......" Speaking of this, the deputy chief couldn't help but sigh and shook his head.

The big leader handed over a piece of information, and he was also worried: "There are more than 20 first-order spirit masters in the tribe, but there are few who can beat Zhao Rou, although those people can beat Zhao Rou with their qualifications and experience, but the second-order elixir is not as good as the first-order, and it is estimated that there is no success rate......

Zhao Gao asked with a bitter face, "So, are we already going to be tied down without Han Clan's move?" There was silence all around, as if this was exactly what happened to them.

A "wonderful" figure flashed in Zhao Gao's mind, and he almost burst into tears and laughed, "Chu Hateli! By the way, there is also him, if he is willing, he may be able to help us survive this catastrophe." ”

A word woke up the dreamer, and the leaders sitting in the audience seemed to be enlightened. They had heard of this name more than once, especially today, this Chu Hatli had broken the record of the Imperial Spirit Master Qualifying Tournament by more than twice the number of the Imperial City Prince. Before that, he also saved the lives of Zhao Zhi and Zhao Rou. The status of these two sisters in the tribe is not low, Chu hateli saved their lives, and the name was naturally spread.

"It is said that Chu Hate left after completing the Imperial Spirit, and he didn't even stay to pay attention to other people's achievements. One of the leaders spoke up to reveal Chu Qili's movements. Another leader said stupidly: "With this strength, who cares about the opponent of this qualifying tournament?" For a while, the leaders actually put other things aside, and each talked about the glorious deeds of this young man.

Zhao Gao patted the round table in front of him and stopped the noisy discussion, "Enough! I don't want to know how glorious and great Chu Qili's image in your hearts is, I just want to know who should tell him about it, and who can make him willing to help us!"

The deputy chief stroked his beard and said, "I think Miss Zhao Zhi is good!"

Zhao Gao immediately denied: "Get out, you old disrespectful guy." I'm looking for a helper, not a girl!"

"No, no, no, the chief listened to me carefully, when I went to ask Miss Zhao Zhi who saved them, Miss Zhao Zhi blushed and said the words 'Chu Hateli'. The deputy chief explained to everyone word by word, "I thought that Miss Zhao Zhi is a beautiful girl, so she won't blush when she says a man's name." Later, I found out that some of Miss Zhao Zhi's wounds were more private, and she should have been seen by Chu Qili during treatment......"

The more he said Zhao Gao, the more his face turned pale, and it wasn't until the deputy chief reacted that he quickly shut up.