Rebuilding the Xiuxian family

If there was no hope of breakthrough, no monk would be willing to give up and pursue a higher realm.

You know, the level of your realm is not only related to your own strength, but also your long life!

Therefore, in order to obtain more resources, the Jindan monks used all means within the limits allowed by the rules, just to win.

It's a pity that there are winners and losers in the competition, and in the end there were still more than twenty golden elixirs that stopped there.

Moreover, the power of the golden elixir monk is relatively high, so it is inevitable that damage will be caused during the competition. This is a very common situation.

"The third round of competition will begin tomorrow! Everyone, have a good rest tonight."

Li Mingzi comforted him: "Don't be discouraged, clan members who have failed. This is just a temporary achievement. Practice hard in the next year. I believe you will all achieve good results next year!"

at the same time.

Li Zhirui, who had just refined a purifying Yuan Dan, discovered Li Mingzi's transmission note and activated it. It turned out that he wanted to invite him to participate in the final round of the competition.

"Is it tomorrow?" After looking at the time, Li Zhirui agreed to attend.

After all, he had just refined a Yuan Dan, and he couldn't continue refining it during the recent period. He just took the time to see how many dazzling juniors the family had emerged over the years.

A night of silence.

The second day of competition came as scheduled.

"This is the last round of competition, a points battle! Everyone randomly selects opponents with similar levels. The winner gets one point and the loser gets no points. However, if you fail three times, you lose the qualification to challenge and the points are locked!"

The rules are very simple, and after a little preparation, the battle begins directly.

"I wonder if Ruizu will come."

Li Mingzi said: "If Ruizu can come forward and announce the rankings in person, it will definitely further arouse the mood of the clan members."

Li Zhirui, who has many titles such as being the only god incarnation of the Li family, having the highest seniority, turning the tide many times, saving the family, and leading the family to rise, is the supreme being in the minds of all clan members!

In fact, Li Zhirui had already arrived at the scene, but he was just hiding in the air and did not show up.

After hearing Li Mingzi's words, he was even more reluctant to appear. Li Zhirui was unwilling to appear in front of his clansmen because he didn't want to be overly deified!

This is not a good thing. Li Zhirui is also a selfish mortal. Once they find out that he is different from what they imagined, they will instantly fall from the altar and be shattered.

Shaking his head to clear these thoughts, he lowered his head to watch the battle between the juniors.

In Li Zhirui's eyes, of course they still have many flaws or immaturities, but these are not big problems and can be improved with more battles.

While watching the battle, Li Zhirui also discovered several tribesmen who performed well, some he knew and some he didn't.

When the family competition on Ten Thousand Immortals Island was in full swing, the distant King Ning's capital.

In a secluded courtyard, a woman with plain appearance but outstanding temperament was studying a chess book alone.

Sitting in front of the chessboard, one person holds the black and white chess pieces, and the two dragons are entangled endlessly, fighting in this small world.

Knock knock——

A sudden knock on the door interrupted the woman's thoughts. She frowned slightly and looked down at the chessboard. She no longer had the same feeling as before.

"Sister Jiang, open the door for me quickly." A clear and sweet female voice sounded outside the door.

"Hongmei, open the door; Jinzhan, bring some snacks and tea."

The two maids waiting not far away moved upon hearing the sound.

The moment the courtyard door opened, a red figure rushed in. The jewelry in her bun jingled, and she soon arrived at the pavilion where Jiang Fengwu was playing chess.

"Miss, please slow down." The two maids who followed hurriedly chased in.

"Sister Jiang, you are playing chess again!"

Jiang Fengwu had long been accustomed to this overly lively girl, so he responded and said: "I have nothing to do, I just play chess for fun."

"What fun can there be in playing chess."

The girl muttered, grabbed the snack that was just served, and said in a unclear voice: "Sister Jiang, do you know that Master Fan Xiping is coming to the capital?"

"Are you talking about Master Fan, the best chess player in ancient and modern times, known as the chess saint?" Jiang Fengwu put down the chess book in his hand and asked with piercing eyes.

She has not forgotten why she came to the mortal world to seal the power of magic and spiritual consciousness. Isn't it just that you want to learn a mortal skill to a high level so that you can merge with heaven and earth and become a god? !

The reason why Jiang Fengwu chose the way of chess is because it has some similarities with the way of formation, is relatively easy to get started, and is good for his own practice.

Master Fan, who is highly praised by the world and has extremely high evaluations, definitely meets this standard!

Jiang Fengwu did not expect to be accepted as a disciple by Fan Xiping, but if she could learn some skills, it might save her several years.

"Yes, that's him! I heard from dad that Master Fan will arrive in the capital in three days. After a few days' rest, he will communicate with a group of chess masters on Longfeng Street."

The girl looked at Jiang Fengwu and said, "Sister Jiang, with your ability, why not give it a try?"

This man's father is a high-ranking official in the royal capital.

When Jiang Fengwu first arrived in the royal capital, he accidentally saved the girl and gained the gratitude of their family. Their family helped arrange the courtyard where she now lives and several servants.

It is precisely because of their protection that Jiang Fengwu, a 'weak' woman, can live a stable life in the royal capital.

"I really have to give it a try. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity." Jiang Fengwu said with a smile.

"Sister Jiang, I finally met you and taught me the swordsmanship of the day, okay?"

The girl looked at Jiang Fengwu with watery eyes like a deer's, full of pleading, which made people unable to help but feel soft.

Jiang Fengwu is unable to use magic and spiritual consciousness, but during the cultivation process, the physical body tempered by spiritual energy has not dissipated, so although she is a delicate woman, in fact, even if she is surrounded by an army of thousands of people, she can still You can leave calmly.

"good."

Jiang Fengwu knew the girl's character. If she didn't agree, she would definitely keep pestering her, so it would be better to just agree.

Jiang Fengwu stood up, randomly picked up a dead branch from the ground, and began to dance. His sword skills were light and elegant, and the shadow of the sword was like weaving. It looked as soft as white jade, but the sword energy whistling around him made it impossible to get close.

After performing a sword technique, Jiang Fengwu's breathing did not change at all, and the coldness between his brows and eyes melted away like spring snow, becoming calm and soft.

"Bah bang bang!"

The girl applauded with all her strength, eyes full of admiration, and said: "Sister Jiang, you are so amazing!"

Then he became dejected and said, "But it's too difficult."

"It's okay. I'll teach you slowly. You can learn it one day." Jiang Fengwu comforted her softly.

"good!"

The girl doesn't know what it's like to be sad, and her mood is constantly fluctuating.