The upgrade assessment was completed quickly, and Lu Ping naturally wouldn't worry about this.

In the last month of the seventh team, three more people broke through to the sixth layer of blood refining, and the seventh team already had thirty-four disciples who had reached the sixth layer of blood refining, but looking at Liu Xianchang's noncommittal expression, Lu Ping strongly doubted that any of these three people had forcibly taken a large amount of pills and spirit stones to cultivate without regard to the poison and bloodline ability to achieve a breakthrough.

In this way, although it will not lose the guidance and cultivation of the sect, this kind of radical method will also leave a secret wound for the monk, and it will be difficult to break through the late stage of blood refining in the future compared with ordinary people.

There were still twelve people who had reached the seventh layer of blood refining, and they did not bring any more surprises to Liu Xianchang, but the sixth senior's cultivation had broken through to the eighth layer, and he had received a total of three days of individual guidance from Liu Xianchang, one hour a day.

Lu Ping remembered that a few days ago in the Fang City, he saw that the six seniors were also coming for the bronze mirror magic weapon, and he thought that it was also because of the breakthrough in cultivation, and he was anxious to find a magic weapon to deal with Dabi, as for whether the six seniors already had a magic weapon, Lu Ping didn't know.

Liu Xianchang still stood on the cliff stone in front of the platform with a solemn face as always, looked at the twelve disciples who were about to participate in the big competition, and said: "In this big competition, the sect will increase the reward, and all second-level disciples who reach the late stage of blood refining will be rewarded with twenty spirit stones; those who enter the top sixty-four will be rewarded with forty spirit stones; the top thirty-two will be rewarded with twenty pills for enhanced cultivation; the top sixteen will be given a low-level magic weapon; and if you enter the top eight, you will be qualified as an inner disciple, and each person will be rewarded with a hemolytic pill!"

"Hemolytic Pill!"

"It's actually a hemolytic pill!

"In the past, only entering the semi-finals had this honor!"

"The rumors are true, this time the sect's reward is really rich!"

……

Liu Xianchang was very satisfied with the effect he caused, as if he was the one who made these rules, he coughed softly, and saw that the disciple turned his attention to himself again, so he continued: "This is not over, if you have the ability to enter the top four, a middle-level magic weapon;

Fu Bao, it's actually Fu Bao! Disciples, look at me, I'll look at you, no one spoke this time, they were all shocked, but I'm afraid that only the cultivation of the ninth layer of blood refining by the senior and the second senior has hope!

At this time, Yao Yong, the head of the university, and Du Feng, the second senior, were already full of light and eager to try.

Liu Xianchang seemed to have known this, looking at the twelve pairs of round eyes below, remembering that he was also a disciple of the True Spirit Sect back then, and thinking of the purpose of this big competition, he sighed for no reason!

Lu Ping looked at the other elated disciples, although he couldn't hide the excitement in his heart, but he couldn't help but wonder why the sect had doubled the scope of rewards this time, and the rewards were rich.

Lu Ping looked at Liu Xianchang, and found that he first looked at him a little, and then there was a slight doubt in his eyes, obviously Liu Xianchang may know something, but he may not know everything.

Although Lu Ping was excited, he was not carried away by the rich rewards, and there were a total of twenty square teams of second-level disciples. Reaching the late stage of blood refining, plus the disciples who have not reached the late stage, but their strength is in the top ten of their own team, I am afraid there will be more than two hundred.

With his strength in the late seventh layer, he is guaranteed to enter the top sixty-four at most. If you want to add the blood talisman, two magic weapons and the gradually familiar "magic" realm spell, maybe the top sixteen can fight, this is still in the case of good luck and did not meet the ninth-level disciple of blood refining in advance.

The top eight, hemolytic pills! This is Lu Ping's biggest motivation!

Although his net worth is good, but compared to the disciples of the ninth layer of blood refining, he is really not sure, as far as he knows, Yao Yong and Du Feng have at least two magic weapons, and it is not ruled out that there are medium-grade magic weapons; the fourth senior sister Shi Lingling was born in a monk family, and she has a rich net worth, and she also has two magic weapons; although the other seniors Lu Ping does not know, they dare not underestimate it.

And it's just the seventh team!

Unless you enter the eighth layer of blood refining, maybe it's still possible. However, Lu Ping had just entered the seventh layer for more than three months, and although the ghost had entered the late stage of the seventh layer, he never thought that he would enter the eighth layer smoothly.

Even Yao Yong, the university president who was praised as a genius by Liu Xianchang, took two and a half years to break through to the eighth layer, and the fourth senior sister Shi Lingling was only thirteen years old when she broke through the seventh layer, and it took two years to break through to the eighth layer, and now at the age of seventeen, she has reached the late stage of the eighth layer, but it is far from breaking through the ninth layer.

Can I enter the eighth layer? Lu Ping shook his head and decided not to dwell on this issue anymore!

The morning sun in the morning is like the disciples of the True Spirit Courtyard, breaking free from the sky with a strong vitality, and the joyful smiling face dyes the entire True Spirit Courtyard with a different color!

The second-level disciple upgrade competition of the True Spirit Annexes was held in the Annexes Square.

Nine rings rise in the center of the square, eight of which are small rings in a circle, guarding a large ring in the center.

Below the central ring, more than 200 second-level disciples were divided into twenty teams, each team ranged in number, the most was fourteen or fifteen, but the smallest team was also ten. Each team is led by an immortal leader in the hemolysis stage.

Outside the eight small rings, there were already a sea of people, and the other disciples of the True Spirit Academy who were not qualified to participate in the competition, as well as the first- and third-level disciples, all came to see the promotion of the second-level disciples, and there were some other outer disciples, there were tens of thousands of people.

In the midst of the noise, I only heard a clear shout: "All the disciples are quiet!"

The entire square was suddenly silent, and a middle-aged immortal elder walked to the central ring, and the hot disciples in the audience whispered again.

Lu Ping knew that this was the Immortal Leader of the first team, and the Immortal Elders of the second-level disciples had to be headed by him. Legend has it that this immortal chief already has the mana of the late stage of hemolysis, and this is the last second-level disciple he has brought with him, and after that, he will be in charge of bringing third-level disciples.

Wang Xian looked majestic, walked to the stage and swept his eyes, and shouted: "Lead the Immortal Leader to the central ring!

Liu Xianchang and the other twenty people got up and flew to the ring, saluted with the disciples, and shouted in unison: "Welcome to the dean!"

"Haha......" I only heard a loud laugh, the voice was not loud, but everyone heard it very clearly: "Once every five years, the disciple is promoted to a big competition, and every time I have to bother you to wait here, the old Taoist is quite unhappy!"

When the laughter rang out, the dean was still nowhere to be seen, and when he began to speak, everyone saw three blue rays of light shooting in from outside the courtyard, and as soon as he finished speaking, an old man was already standing in the central ring, followed by two middle-aged Taoists.

From beginning to end, the voice in everyone's ears did not change, if it weren't for everyone watching the old man flying from a distance, they would have thought that the old man had been standing in the ring and talking.