However, she was really unwilling to give away the harvest she had been planning for a long time, so she had no choice but to run to a remote place to hide and wait for the arrival of the teleportation time.

The mountain was in the center of the Proving Ground, and it wasn't long before a lot of monks came to pick up the qualification tokens. Dong Qinqin was frightened and excited, and with a swing of his buttocks, he quickly flew from the peak to the foot of the mountain.

On another stone platform with a radius of dozens of zhang, a tenth-layer Qi Refining Monk had just struggled to break through the protective light shield of the qualification token, and before he could get it in his hand to take a closer look, he was attacked from behind by two Qi Refining Nine-Layer Monks from behind, and fireballs and ice picks flew all over the sky, so that before the originally high-ranking Qi Refining Tenth-Layer Master had time to breathe, he was smashed into flesh and mud by various spells and turned into flying ashes.

Then the two monks who had been working together turned against each other in order to snatch the qualification token, and a monk with a gloomy face relied on the many talismans and seals, and simply beat the opponent to the difficulty and retreated. But the monk who had escaped for the time being did not give up completely, and hung far behind the gloomy monk, with a fierce look on his face, and he was sure to kill him at the first opportunity.

In the middle of a canyon, a tenth-level Qi Refining monk had a smile on his face, looking at a male Qi Refining Eighth-level monk with a qualification token aura on his head, as if everything was under control.

"I'll give you the qualification token, can you spare me from dying?" said the Tsing Yi monk of the eighth layer of qi refining with sincere fear.

"What do you say, can I let you go, and then let you bring a group of monks to hunt me down?" The tenth-level Qi Refining Monk asked with a slight smile, and began to stir up the Blue Flying Sword in his hand and slash at the Qi Refining Eighth Layer Monk.

"In that case, don't blame me for fighting to the death!" The monk in Tsing Yi showed a ruthless look on his face, and immediately activated a vajra talisman seal, and a golden light shield immediately formed in front of him.

The flying sword slashed at the light mask, making a piercing sonorous sound, shaking the light mask, and the golden light also dimmed a little, actually blocking the flying sword's full force.

The monk of the eighth layer of qi refining knew that he would definitely die, and he did not input spiritual power into the light mask to maintain stability, so he actually took out dozens of fireball talisman seals and ice pick talisman seals from his arms, and after stimulating a dozen at a time, he smashed his head and face towards the tenth-layer monk of qi refining.

The tenth-layer Qi Refining Cultivator was caught off guard and casually arranged a fire attribute light shield, which was split by the attack of more than a dozen rune seals.

Before the monk could react, more than a dozen sigils turned into fireballs and ice picks in the sky and smashed over, causing him to roll on the ground a few times before he got up in disgrace.

At this time, his face was bloody, his clothes were torn, and the corners of his mouth were bloodshot, and it seemed that the injuries were not light.

"Okay, good, good, I didn't expect ants to bite people, now it's time to crush you ant, I'll let you enjoy the process of dying very happily. ”

The tenth-layer Qi Refining Monk spit out a few good words in a row, and walked towards the Tsing Yi Monk with an empty face on his face, the flying sword flying beside him, ready to prevent another accidental attack.

Soon after, a terrible cry rang out in the valley, and it came to an abrupt end after a stick of incense. At this time, the monk with a bloody face wiped off his face with dirt and changed into a set of white robes. His injuries recovered quickly after taking the pill, but the aura did not have time to meditate and recover, but the aura of the qualification token was already hanging on his head, and he had to end the torture of the unlucky monk in advance, preparing to find a place to hide. Even a monk as strong as a tenth-level Qi refining cultivator did not dare to guarantee that he would be able to protect the token in his hand under the siege of many monks.

These battles and killings were played out all over the Proving Grounds, and the later they went, the bloodier they became. Intrigue and strength test the monk's ability, and those who can protect the post-qualification token and survive are the strong.

As time passed, the monks who could not snatch the qualification tokens also killed each other, and they wanted to collect enough tokens of the third-level monks of the trial ground, with which they could not only save their lives, but also join the ranks of the outer disciples of the Fire Cloud Sect.

As for the monks who have not collected enough tokens, they will run through the Proving Grounds, hoping to hunt down some lone low-strength monks, or find those qualification tokens that have not yet been discovered.

At this time, Wang Jing was still sitting cross-legged in the thick white mist, his face flushed, and his clothes were soaked with sweat.

After a day and a night of hard work, with the assistance of a variety of elixirs, he preliminarily adjusted several spiritual powers of the aura disorder according to the mantras of several spiritual seals.

At first, he also thought that he would not be able to escape this fate, and when he initially tried to release the chaotic dense fog that was about to explode outside his body, whether it was the raging wind spiritual power, the icy ice spiritual power, or the violent thunder spiritual power, they were all quickly transmitted to the outside of the body with the dense mist. Therefore, lightning and thunder began to roar in the dense fog, and the wind and clouds surged, and there was frost all around it.

After several spiritual powers left his body, he almost collapsed as if he had collapsed. Fortunately, he was strong-willed and mentally strong, so he hurriedly controlled his sanity, took the few remaining Gathering Spirit Pills, and quickly recovered and released the aura consumed by the disordered aura in his body.

After adjusting his posture, Wang Jing began to comprehend the cloud control spell of the Cloud Spirit Seal. Thanks to his powerful divine thoughts, his comprehension was very fast, and after an hour, he slowly retracted the thick white mist that was floating around his body. Three hours later, he had a slight catch, trying to speed up the recovery of the thick fog. However, because there is wind spiritual power, ice spiritual power, and thunder spiritual power in the mist, it cannot be quickly absorbed. After many efforts to no avail, I had no choice but to give up.

Then Wang Jing began to comprehend the Lei Lingyin again, and with the experience of Yun Lingyin's comprehension, this time it only took him half an hour to comprehend. Unexpectedly, the violent thunder spiritual power in the dense fog was peeled off by him, slowly turning into thunder spiritual energy, and smoothly absorbed into the golden sea. Before you know it, this process took three hours.

With the experience of absorbing thunder spiritual power, Wang Jing went on to comprehend the wind spirit seal and the ice spirit seal, and successively absorbed the wind spirit power and ice spirit power.

Without the chaos of several other spiritual qis, in less than two hours, Wang Jing finally followed Yun Lingyin's mantra and successfully absorbed the dense mist he released outside his body.

When Wang Jing opened his eyes tiredly, Gu Jingfang and Qin Xiaozhen hurriedly gathered around him, their faces full of concern and anxiety.

"You are dying, you actually cultivated in the trial ground, if you meet a monk with bad intentions, your registration token will be easily obtained by him. Qin Xiaozhen's pretty face came to Wang Jing's eyes and said complainingly.