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Time flickered, and another half a year passed.

On this day, in a small courtyard of Changteng Mountain, a man in a dark robe walked out, looking at the green mountains in the distance, not knowing what he was thinking.

In the past half a year, Han Changlin drank Lingqing Flower Tea three times a day, which made his divine sense also significantly improved.

You must know that the scope of the divine consciousness of a seventh-layer Qi refining cultivator is generally around forty zhang.

And now that Han Changlin had drunk Lingqing Tea for half a year, his divine sense was a little stronger than that of an ordinary late-stage Qi Refining cultivator, with a range of forty-five zhang.

Although forty zhang and forty-five zhang sound not much different, there is another benefit of drinking Lingqing flower tea, that is, Lu Changan's divine sense is more condensed, which makes him more handy whether he is casting spells or refining pills.

It's just that there is one more thing that makes Han Changlin a little depressed, that is, although this Spirit Devouring Insect ranks ninth on the list of Spirit Worms, its individual ability is really limited.

During this period of time, Han Changlin has been feeding with the Beast Spirit Pill, plus he spent a high price to buy a jade bi in Fang City, but even if Han Changlin is like this, the reproduction of the Spirit Devouring Worm has had little effect, and now that more than half a year has passed, the number is less than a hundred, and only about one-third of the Spirit Devouring Worm is an adult.

For this reason, Han Changlin went to check the classics again, and only then did he find that the reason why this spirit devouring insect was able to rank ninth on the spirit insect list was that when its number reached hundreds of thousands or even hundreds of thousands, it could be worthy of the ninth ranking on the spirit insect list.

For a while, Han Changlin also lost his initial confidence.

However, the golden-winged mantis Han Changlin did not give up breeding, and during this time, most of Han Changlin's beast spirit pills were used to feed the golden-backed mantis.

In addition, Han Changlin would also take it out to forage for food on a regular basis, after all, the Golden-winged Mantis only had the flesh and blood of demon beasts that was most effective for him to advance.

Under Han Changlin's vigorous cultivation, it was about to advance to the rank of first-order top demon beasts, and when the time was right, Han Changlin used the beast pen of the Immortal Mansion in the painting to make it advance again.

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Time flies.

On this day, as soon as the sky was bright, after Han Changlin finished his daily cultivation, as usual, he released the Golden-winged Mantis and the Spirit Devouring Worm, and fed them some demon beast flesh and beast spirit pills respectively.

At this moment, a series of loud bells rang from outside the house, and they rang louder than the last, nine in a row.

"Nine bells? It seems that these days of cultivation have forgotten that today is Xiaobi's day. ”

Han Changlin put away the Golden-winged Mantis and the Soul Devouring Worm, and his face also showed surprise. Then it began to be sorted out.

Hong Yue Peak is not far from Changteng Mountain, and Han Changlin is now at the seventh level of Qi refining, but after a short while, he has already come to the square in front of Hong Yue Palace.

Today's square is different from the past, twelve rings about one zhang high have been built, and at this moment, there are almost seventy or eighty outer disciples, and the number is still increasing, and there are constantly young outer disciples flying from the mountain.

As time passed, many disciples gathered together in twos and threes, as if they were divided into multiple small groups.

And Han Changlin also stood with several outer disciples of the same age, chatting quietly.

Now that Han Changlin's reputation as an alchemist has spread, he can be regarded as having his own small circle, and he has some right to speak in the circle.

"Huh? You see that it was Senior Sister Qian and Senior Brother Sun, they came, and it is said that after they went out to practice last time, they both broke through to the ninth layer of Qi refining, and they were also the first favorites in Xiaobi this time. ”

I saw that among Han Changlin's group of outer disciples, a young outer disciple with a somewhat fat body and small eyes whispered.

This person's name is Zhao Haoyan, according to him, he is a member of the royal family of a small ordinary country, with three spirit roots, and he joined the Imperial Spirit Sect by chance.

When Han Changlin heard this, he looked in the direction Zhao Haoyan pointed, and saw a young man in Tsing Yi with a handsome face and a girl in a white skirt coming side by side, looking quite intimate.

At the same time, a group of outer disciples in the Qi refining period saw the two coming, and they all greeted them one after another, gathering around the two.

In this way, almost after another cup of tea, more than a dozen monks walked out of the Hongyue Palace.

The leader was Zhu Dehai, and on either side stood two middle-aged foundation building monks in the middle stage before refining qi, and behind them were Hong Yuefeng's deacon disciples.

"Ahem. The disciples who decided to participate in the small competition this time can come and sign up, and by the way, draw a number sign to prepare for the competition. ”

Zhu Dehai looked around, and then said in a deep voice.

As Zhu Dehai's voice fell, Han Changlin and the others also walked towards the front of the main hall.

At the same time, the dozen or so deacon disciples also took out a square table from the storage bag, put on a brocade cloth, and waited for the disciples to come forward.

Although there are many outer disciples in this square, not all of them are participants in the small competition, and a considerable number of them are also here to see the excitement.

Zhu Dehai, who had a black face and cheeks, watched the registration proceed in a steady and orderly manner, and from time to time he was still talking quietly with the two foundation building monks beside him.

At this time, a tall deacon disciple came to the three of them, and after bowing respectfully, he reported softly:

"I would like to tell Uncle Zhu, Uncle Cao, and Uncle Fei, we have already registered, and a total of 322 outer disciples have participated in the competition, and they have also drawn lots, and they are ready to compete in the ring at any time."

"Okay, Li Huan, you did a good job, remember Xiaobi's rules, you must not hurt your peers, even if you miss, otherwise I will not be spared."

"Yes, Uncle Zhu."

The deacon disciple named Li Huan looked straight and said quickly, and then turned around with the order.

At this time, the outer disciples who participated in Xiaobi were already gearing up, and they couldn't see the slightest cowardice.

On the road to eternal life, there is never a lack of setbacks, if even this small comparison is afraid, then simply go down the mountain and become a rich and noble family.

"If you draw the first to twelfth lots, you will go to the corresponding ring first, but before the competition, I still have to say a word, the small competition point is up, don't hurt the lives of the same brothers, otherwise whether you are unintentional or intentional, my Imperial Spirit Sect will never be spared, you are all familiar with the rules of my Imperial Spirit Sect."

Seeing that Li Huan took the remaining eleven deacon disciples in each ring to take their seats, Zhu Dehai turned his head and looked at Han Changlin in the square and said in a loud voice.

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