Chapter 6 Getting Started
The upgrade assessment will be completed soon, and Lu Ping will naturally not worry about this.
In the last month of the seventh team, three more people have broken through to the sixth floor of blood refining. The seventh team has already had thirty-four disciples who have reached the sixth floor of blood refining. However, looking at Liu Xianchang's noncommittal expression, Lu Ping strongly doubts these three. Is there anyone who has made a breakthrough by forcibly taking a large amount of medicinal herbs and spiritual stones regardless of the drug poison and the bloodline's ability to bear?
In this way, although the guidance and training of the sect will not be lost, this excessive method will also leave a dark wound to the cultivator. In the future, it will be difficult to break through the late blood refining stage, compared with ordinary people.
There were still twelve people who reached the seventh level of blood refining, and they did not bring any surprises to Liu Xianchang, but the sixth senior had broken through to the eighth level, and obtained Liu Xianchang's individual guidance for a total of three days, one hour a day.
Lu Ping remembered that he saw Senior Six in the market a few days ago also coming for the bronze mirror magic weapon. He thought that it was because of a breakthrough in his cultivation and he was eager to find a magic weapon to deal with the big competition. As for whether Senior Six already had one. A magic weapon, but Lu Ping didn't know.
Liu Xianchang was still standing on the cliff in front of the platform, looking at the twelve disciples who were preparing to participate in the competition, and said, "This competition, the sect will increase the rewards, and the second-level disciples who reach the late stage of blood refining will be rewarded. , all will be rewarded with 20 pieces of spiritual stones; those who enter the top 64 will be rewarded with 40 pieces of spiritual stones; the top 32 will be rewarded with 20 pills for cultivation; the top 16 will be rewarded with low-level magic weapons One; enter the top eight, get the qualifications of inner sect disciple, and each person will add a blood lysis pill!"
"Hemolysis Pill!"
"It's actually a hemolysis pill! Increase the chance of entering the hemolysis period!"
"In the past, only entering the semi-finals had this honor!"
"The rumors are true, this time the sect reward is indeed rich!"
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Liu Xianchang was very satisfied with the effect he had created, as if he himself was the one who made these rules, he coughed softly and saw the disciple turn his attention to himself again, so he continued: "This is not over yet, if you are able to enter the top four, A middle-level magic weapon; in the final decisive battle, both of them can enter the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to choose a secret technique; if they come out on top, they will be rewarded with a real person talisman in the forging stage!"
The talisman is actually a talisman! Disciples, look at me, I'll look at you, no one said anything this time, they were all shocked, but I am afraid this is only hopeful for the ninth-level cultivation of the senior and second seniors!
At this time, Yao Yong, the principal of the university, and Du Feng, the second principal, had long since their eyes full of light and were eager to try.
Liu Xianchang seemed to have known this for a long time. Looking at the twelve pairs of squinting eyes below, he remembered that he had also come step by step from the disciples of the True Spirit Sect, and thought of the purpose of this competition. There was no reason to feel emotional!
Lu Ping looked at the other disciples who were elated. Although he couldn't hide the excitement in his heart, he couldn't help but wonder why the sect doubled the reward range this time, and the reward was generous.
Lu Ping looked at Liu Xianchang and found that he was a little stunned at first, and then there was a little doubt in his eyes. Obviously, Liu Xianchang might know something, but he may not know everything.
Although Lu Ping was excited, he was not overwhelmed by the generous rewards. There were 20 teams of second-level disciples. After reaching the late stage of blood refining, and although not in the late stage, but the strength is the top ten disciples of the team, I am afraid there will be more than 200.
With his strength in the late stage of the seventh floor, he is guaranteed to enter the top sixty-four at most. If you want to add blood talismans, two magical instruments, and the increasingly familiar "shu" realm spells, maybe the top sixteen can compete. This is still lucky, and you have not met the disciples of the ninth level of blood refining in advance.
The top eight, hemolysis pill! This is Lu Ping's greatest motivation!
Although his net worth is good, he is really not sure compared to the disciples of the ninth level of blood refining. As far as I know, Yao Yong and Du Feng have at least two magic weapons, and it is not ruled out that there are middle-grade magic tools. The fourth senior, Shi Lingling, was born into a cultivator family, with a wealth of wealth and two magical tools; although the other senior Lu Ping did not know it, he did not dare to underestimate it.
Besides, this is only the seventh team!
Unless you enter the eighth level of blood refining, it may still be possible. However, Lu Ping has just entered the seventh floor for more than three months. Although he has entered the late seventh floor by a ghost, he never thought that he would successfully enter the eighth floor.
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 floor. Shi Lingling, the fourth senior sister, was only thirteen years old when she broke through the seventh floor, and it took two years to break through to the eighth floor. At the age of seventeen, she has reached the late eighth layer, but breaking through the ninth layer is still a long way off.
Can I enter the eighth floor myself? Lu Ping shook his head and decided to stop worrying about this issue!
The morning sun in the morning is like the disciples of Zhenling Bieyuan, with a strong vitality to break free from the sky, and the happy smiling face dyes the whole Zhenling Bieyuan a different color!
The promotion competition of the second-level disciples of Zhenling Bieyuan was held in Bieyuan Square.
Nine arenas rose in the center of the square, of which eight small arenas formed a circle, guarding a large arena in the center.
Below the central arena, more than 200 second-level disciples were divided into twenty teams. Each team is led by an immortal in the hemolysis period.
Outside the eight small arenas, it was already crowded with people. The other disciples of the Zhenling Courtyard who were not eligible to participate, as well as the first- and third-level disciples, all came to see the promotion competition of the second-level disciples, as well as some other outer disciples. Thousands of people.
In the midst of the commotion, only a clear shout was heard: "All disciples be quiet!"
The entire square was silent for a while. A middle-aged immortal went to the central arena in the air, and the hot disciples whispered again.
Lu Ping knew that this was Xianchang Wang of the first team, and all the second-level disciples were headed by him. Legend has it that the Immortal Chief already had the mana in the late stage of hemolysis. This is the last second-level disciple he brought, and he will be responsible for the third-level disciple after that.
Wang Xian had a majestic appearance, walked over to the stage and swept his eyes, shouting: "Lead the immortal leader to the central arena! All the disciples and us welcome the real dean!"
Liu Xianchang and other 20 people got up and flew to the ring, saluted with all the disciples, and shouted in unison: "Congratulations to the dean!"
"Haha..." There was only a loud laugh, the voice was not loud, but everyone heard it very clearly: "Every five years, the disciples are upgraded to the big competition, and every time I have to trouble you all to wait here, the old way is quite Sorry about that!"
When the laughter sounded, the dean was still nowhere to be seen. When he started to speak, everyone saw three blue lights shot from outside the courtyard. After the words were finished, an old man was already standing on the central ring. Two other middle-aged Taoists followed.
From the beginning to the end, there was no change in the voices in the ears of everyone. If everyone hadn't watched the old man fly from a distance, they would have thought that the old man had been standing on the ring and talking.