For this kind of mountain sweeping disciple competition held by Yulingmen every two years, Zhang Hai naturally wanted to go and see it, but he was stopped by not keeping the Heart Sutra.

"What do you see, it's just some low-level spiritual means, so what's commendable, it's better to practice the Heart Sutra carefully, just now if the Ming King can grasp that meaning, what is the point of opening the pulse realm. ”

Black Light is very attentive to Zhang Hai's cultivation of not keeping the Heart Sutra, which is a kind of mission for it, after all, that person wrote this book in order to pass on his inheritance, and not keeping the Heart Sutra is the foundation of it, the foundation of everything.

It has been in a deep sleep since ancient times, and it has just woken up to the vicissitudes of life, although it has woken up a few times halfway, but only Zhang Hai can really look at it, this piece of the world has no such inherited bloodline, and it is already a chance to meet Zhang Hai.

Zhang Hai still respects the black light that has saved his life several times, as for watching the competition to open his eyes, it is better to observe the young man in his mind, who else can be stronger than him?

Young and eternal!

It's just that the mountain-like coercion is really powerful, and whenever Zhang Hai throws his body and mind into it, that pressure almost makes him breathless.

The first time I watched it, I only lasted half an hour, and even now I am observing it every day, and it is only extended to a quarter of an hour.

When you can face it calmly, the first part of the immovable form of the Ming Wang's decision will be small, and you can learn the second part at that time.

According to Heiguang, as long as he learns without moving, even if he is small, he is enough to be proud of the Open Pulse Realm!

Even if the cultivation is only four layers of open veins!

Of course, the premise of all this is to practice well without keeping one's heart, which is the foundation of everything.

Under such stimulation, Zhang Hai attaches great importance to the cultivation of not keeping the Heart Sutra, and he is desperately cultivating every day, but he puts the matter of Dabi in the back of his mind.

......

"Brother Zhang Hai, it's not good" Le Zheng, who hadn't seen him for a long time, came to Zhang Hai's house a few days later, but at this time, the aura on his body was even deeper, and he actually broke through to the eighth layer of the open vein.

"What's wrong" Zhang Hai was still practicing Changchun Gong at this time, and if he didn't keep the Heart Sutra, he would not be able to break through the limit of his lifespan after all, but he couldn't let go of the spiritual realm.

Ding Xingfa ...... "Le Zheng was a little panicked and told Zhang Hai what happened.

Unlike Zhang Hai, Le Zhengke is extremely interested in Dabi, and has been watching it since the first day, and there is no need to say much about the excitement of it, but there is one thing related to them.

Senior Brother Ding has failed!

Ding Xingfa first threw away the spirit rune ice crystal cover that had exhausted most of his savings in Zhang Hai's hands, and then he was seriously injured by Deacon Wang, and it was naturally difficult to heal in a short time, but this year's Dabi is his last chance, if he is over twenty-five years old, even if he enters the top ten, there will not be much reward, this Senior Brother Ding's injury is not yet healed, but he still participates.

Naturally, he will not have any good results when he is seriously injured and still plays, but he is worthy of reaching the top 50 and lost.

Deacon Wang, Ding Xingfa, the deacon of the Huiling Realm, naturally didn't dare to say anything, and his resentment was naturally Zhang Hai and Le Zheng who caused all this.

Especially Zhang Hai!

Bad people's chances are like killing their parents in the spiritual world, and this hatred is not shared!

Senior Brother Ding has already secretly released his words, as long as Zhang Hai and they leave the sect, they don't want to come back.

Zhang Hai was a little silent after hearing this, this Senior Brother Ding is afraid that he hates them very much, but he is indeed not Senior Brother Ding's opponent, he was able to almost kill the other party at the beginning because of Le Zheng's help, and more importantly, Senior Brother Ding's carelessness misestimated his strength, otherwise he would have been the one who was almost killed that day with his strength.

"What should I do" Le Zheng was a little flustered, although he had been a spiritual cultivator for a few years longer than Zhang Hai, but the life and death he experienced was less than half of Zhang Hai's, this kind of thing had never been encountered, Zhang Hai had been living in this environment since he was a child.

Whether it is before entering the Ye Mansion, after leaving the Ye Mansion, before becoming a spiritual cultivator, or after becoming a spiritual cultivator, all kinds of life and death have come over, and this is nothing

"It's okay, in the sect, he has no way to take us, no matter how powerful he is, as long as we don't go out of this Baicao Mountain, what else can he do. ”

Zhang Hai's thoughts are very thorough, as long as he is still in the Yuling Gate and in this Baicao Mountain, even if he has all kinds of moves, he has nowhere to do it, and there is Deacon Wang in this Linggu planting area, maybe he doesn't care much about his own life, but if he really has an accident here, he will not have a good face.

As long as his strength surpasses that of Senior Brother Ding, naturally everything will be solved.

If Zhang Hai didn't dare to say such big words before, he could surpass others in the qualifications of the three veins, but the appearance of not keeping the Heart Sutra and refining the body gave him confidence.

Le Zheng was also a little relieved to hear Zhang Hai say this.

"By the way, Brother Zhang Hai, I see that your cultivation has also reached the fourth layer of the Open Pulse, but some low-level pseudo-spiritual techniques can also be used, this is a low-level pseudo-spiritual technique with fire attributes, which I got before I entered the sect, but it can be taught to others, and it is not restricted by the Gongfa Pavilion, so I will give it to Brother Zhang Hai." ”

Le Zheng took out a booklet from his arms and handed it to Zhang Hai.

"How can this make it" Zhang Hai refused, you must know that it would cost at least dozens of spirit stones to sell this low-level pseudo-spirit technique, and each spirit stone was precious for a low-level spiritual cultivator.

"Brother Zhang Hai, don't shirk it, if it weren't for you and I wouldn't be able to take this task at all this time, where would I be able to scrape together enough spirit stones to buy the Fire Spirit Fruit, if I rely on my own cultivation, I don't know when I will be able to reach the eighth layer of the Open Vein, so I will be my thanks" Le Zheng's voice was very sincere, he was indeed very grateful to Zhang Hai.

Since Le Zheng has already said this, Zhang Hai is not shirking, but it seems hypocritical.

After sending the things out, the purpose of Le Zheng's trip had been achieved, so he resigned to Zhang Hai, and there was no idle effort for spiritual cultivation.

The next day, Zhang Hai went to the Pill Pavilion, his own pills had been used up, and he had to buy some more, although there were not many spirit stones, but for cultivation, he could not stop, his spiritual cultivation was just relying on his own slow cultivation and did not know when it would be effective, with his own innate only three veins, if he wanted to quickly break through his cultivation, there was no other way than to take drugs.

Before he got close to the Pill Pavilion, Zhang Hai bumped into a familiar person.

Not familiar, but familiar

Ding Xingfa, Senior Brother Ding!

The person who used to be among the disciples of Baicao Mountain was very miserable at this time, his face was haggard, and the blood on his chest that was injured by Deacon Wang was still slowly oozing out, making the wrapped gauze red, and one leg was a little bumpy, which was estimated to be seriously injured and injured when he went to participate in the big competition.

When Ding Xingfa saw Zhang Hai, his eyes were immediately bloodshot, extremely red, and the flames in them were about to erupt.

If it weren't for this newcomer, he would be a formal disciple who is favored by the sect now, with a supply of resources close to that of an elder disciple, and the future is unlimited!

But now that he is only worthy of entering the top fifty in the big competition, it is naturally good for other disciples, but for himself, Senior Brother Ding, who is the most advanced disciple in the dignified Baicao Mountain, is a shame, a monstrous shame!

The strength is still there, naturally no one will laugh at him in person, but the gossip in the past few days is pointing at him everywhere, in the past, he was likely to become a key cultivation object among the official disciples, and everyone was respectful, but now, he can only become an ordinary official disciple at most, who else will respect him!

Senior Brother Ding used to make him proud, how arrogant it was to be respected as a senior brother without becoming an official disciple, but now these three words are a joke, a complete joke.

And all this is caused by this young man with an ordinary face in front of him!

In fact, he didn't want to think about how Zhang Hai's rebellion would have been caused if it weren't for his greed to seize Zhang Hai's achievements, how could the spirit rune be used, if it wasn't for the fact that he had been immersed in the glory of Senior Brother Ding's three words for a long time, his heart swelled, and how could Deacon Wang do it in the face of a monk in the Spirit Realm who was disrespectful.

After all, he only caused it himself.

Senior Brother Ding limped past Zhang Hai.

"I'll make your life worse than dead!" a muffled voice that seemed to come from a ghost from hell remained in Zhang Hai's ear.

Zhang Hai stood still, his eyes were clear!