The two returned to the welcome building, and although Chen San had previously competed to consume the spiritual power stored in the body, it was still necessary to make a superficial appearance, so he greeted Yan Qingyu and went into the room to meditate and reply.

After meditating and pranayama for a while, Chen San urged the spiritual power in the dantian to quickly swim between the Dao meridians, and every time the spiritual power was exported from the dantian to the meridians, it was due to the rushing river, and after ten breaths, it became a trickle, and finally disappeared without a trace.

Feeling the empty dantian, Chen San buried his head in thought. Although he had tried it many times, Chen San's body was still a big black stone after absorbing and smelting the black stone, but the question was how much spiritual power could he absorb this black stone to store it?

After many days of exhaustion of spiritual power in the dantian for storage, then recovery, and then storage, according to Chen San's understanding of the monk, the spiritual power storage in his body has definitely reached the spiritual power reserve of the Jindan stage monk, the problem is the early or late stage of the Jindan.

But with such a huge storage of spiritual power, Chen San still felt that these spiritual powers were still a drop in the ocean to the extent that the physical body could store spiritual power, far from overflowing.

Thinking of this, Chen San couldn't help but smile bitterly and shook his head, he had studied the anomalies brought by the black stone to the physical body for so long without any results, rather than continue to spend this thought, it was better to cultivate hard to improve the realm. At least at that time, he would be able to inject more spiritual power into his body faster, and better ensure his foothold in this immortal cultivation world, anyway, after such a long period of experimentation, Chen San had never found any adverse effects of the black stone on his body.

Chen San, who was still thinking to himself, suddenly saw a circle of ripples at the door in front of him, and pointed out a green light shot into the void in front of the door, and then the door was pushed open with a "squeak", and a man and a woman stepped into the room.

The man laughed and said, "I said Senior Brother Chen, do you know that after you left, the remaining disciples of the various sects of the competition had no intention of watching it at all, and they were all talking about Senior Brother Chen, your three consecutive defeats against Shanghemen, and it was not until Zhang Zhang's announcement that the competition was over, and everyone came to their senses." ”

Looking at Ding Zhiyuan's flattering expression, Chen San really couldn't cry or laugh, if he had a choice, Chen San didn't want this bullshit three times in a row.

In the past, he was just not treated by his disciples in the door, but now he is good, and he is not treated by others when he goes out, Chen San is really speechless.

Yan Qingyu, who stepped into the room at the same time, said coldly: "Didn't you say that you would tell Senior Brother Chen and me about the competition after the two of us left? As he spoke, he found a stool and sat down.

"Yes, yes, the competition is like this......" Ding Zhiyuan stopped talking when he heard this, and also found a stool to sit down and talk about business.

After Chen San "bullied" and defeated Su Ru, Li Sanshan and Yu Wei, who were sent by Shanghemen in order to save face, were two of the few powerful disciples in the enlightening period in his sect, but unfortunately they were both defeated by Chen San one after another.

After Chen San left, Shanghemen, which lacked two strong players, faced Qingyunmen, which was still strong, and had three consecutive defeats, and under low morale, Qingyunmen had an excellent victory of nine wins and one defeat.

Even if Chen San has taken the most of the scenery today, he might as well let the disciples of Qingyunmen cheer again and again, and their hearts are happy.

After listening to Ding Zhiyuan's words, Chen San's irritable mood improved a little, and he discussed some cultivation issues with Yan Qingyu and the others, or the strange treasures of the cultivation world.

Not to mention, among Chen San and Ding Zhiyuan, who are not very popular, Ding Zhiyuan knows more and more about strange treasures than Chen San and Yan Qingyu, regardless of the authenticity, anyway, Chen San and Yan Qingyu together are not as good as half of Ding Zhiyuan.

Under the fierce gaze of Chen San and the others, Ding Zhiyuan, who wanted to show off and pretend to be mysterious, muttered in his heart about the two people in front of him, but a bean was poured into a bamboo tube in his mouth.

There are also many disciples in Qingyunmen who go out to practice, and these disciples, like Chen San in the past, did not return to the sect immediately after the experience, but went to some immortal cultivators' markets to go around, or sell the spiritual objects and elixirs obtained, or linger in the mortal world.

For those cities or small towns that have immortal cultivators' markets, there are more or less monks coming in and out on weekdays, and these monks are also from different sects or scattered cultivators, so a lot of hearsay in the immortal cultivation world, or occasional rumors of the big and small, occur from time to time.

Some monks who were sensitive to this matter collected all these rumors, which did not know the truth or falsehood, and then found some mortals to classify them and print them into books, and then sold them in various markets.

The last time Chen San didn't meet it, it was when the books that were printed earlier had been sold out, and the rumors of re-collecting had not been printed into books.

Ding Zhiyuan also accidentally read it from a friend in Qingyunmen, and when he learned where he got this book, he thought of his notoriety in the door, so he coerced and lured this friend to help him ask for all the books he could collect in the door.

Even though there are a lot of strange things in the world of cultivating immortals, they are still almost compiled after a long time of collection, so it is common for the content of some books that are older to be duplicated with the content of some books that are more recent, even so, Ding Zhiyuan still knows a lot more than Chen San and Yan Qingyu.

Chen San and Yan Qingyu glanced at each other and smiled helplessly, this is the disadvantage of being unsociable, the punishment for the two.

It is recognized in the world of cultivating immortals, knowing more, whether it is a secret or a common thing, it is a kind of improvement of one's own strength.

Chen San's two people were interested, and they asked again and again, Ding Zhiyuan was also prominent, and he also added a lot of his own opinions, which made Chen San and the two people laugh at them again and again.

Between the words and laughter, the three of them talked about the Qingyunmen disciples coming to greet them and go to watch the competition before they stopped.

Even if it is an immortal cultivator who knows a little bit about fur, it is a trivial matter not to eat or sleep for three or five days, and the three of them just haven't slept all night, they are still in good spirits, and they walk up to the peak of the Zhenshan Sect while talking and laughing.

Facing the eyes of many disciples of the Five Sects of the Iron Alliance, Chen San was still uncomfortable, so he had to bear it hard.

Fortunately, after the competition began, those disciples gradually turned their attention away.

The sect of today's competition is Shanghemen vs. Confucianism.

The injuries suffered by the Shanghemen disciples and Qingyunmen disciples in the ring have all been healed by the joint efforts of the five sects, and their bodies have returned to normal.

I don't know if it was the many setbacks of Qingyunmen yesterday, or the magic weapon attack between the disciples of Shanghemen yesterday had made the disciples of Confucianism who watched the test look at it for eight or nine, and the disciples of Shanghemen still had a dismal record of four defeats and one victory.

Although today's competition was also exciting, it still made the disciples of the various sects who watched the test feel a little disappointed.

As everyone expected, on the second day, the competition between the disciples of the Enlightenment Period, Shanghemen still ended in a fiasco, only better than the disciples of the Foundation Building Period, with seven defeats and three wins.

At this point, the secret ranking among the five sects of this year's Iron Alliance, Shanghemen can't run away from the bottom of the list.

When the disciples of each sect descended from the peak, they couldn't help but talk softly, hoping that when they left Confucianism and Shangshui Xingzong tomorrow, they could restore the wonderful battle between the disciples of Qingyunmen and Shanghemen.

Even though they were far away, the Shanghemen disciples who had only left the scene at the end were separated because of the physique of the immortal cultivators, there were still a few words that came into their ears, and the woman in the palace dress and the other elder glanced at each other, and found that there was a trace of bitterness on the other party's face, and sighed lightly in his heart, with these disciples who clenched their fists and looked lonely, they went down the mountain.