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Just say it.

One sentence shocked everyone everywhere.

The value of the medicinal soup is actually quite good. It can restore a body-refining cultivator's energy within two hours. The pot of medicinal soup needs at least a hundred gold, or even hundreds of gold. For a disciple, it may not be much.

But if this happens every day, plus the thousands of outer sect disciples in Jijing Mountain, the combined expenses will be terrifying.

Needless to say, the value of the medicinal diet is well known to everyone. Of course, they do not believe that every disciple in Jijing Mountain can take the medicinal diet, but even if it is only for some outstanding disciples, it is an exaggeration.

Everyone couldn't help but started talking.

"Is the giant two-star sect so rich?"

"This treatment far exceeds that of the inner disciples of our sect."

"Iron training, medicinal soup to restore energy, and medicinal diet as a backing. If you persist in practicing for a year, wouldn't your cultivation speed be far faster than that of body-refining monks with the same qualifications? No wonder the body-refining monks in Jijing Mountain are all at such a high level."

Hearing this discussion, the elders of Jijing Mountain smiled even more.

However, at this time, a discordant and extremely harsh voice suddenly came from the crowd.

It's not loud, but just enough to be heard.

"Aren't the body-refining monks who have been trained in this way useless?"

Yes, that’s right!

The person who says this is gentle.

Just when Wen Ping was secretly happy to have found the first shortcoming of Jijing Mountain, he didn't realize that the people around him were all looking at him. Seeing this, Luo Qianye quickly smiled awkwardly at everyone.

"Sect Master Yang, stop talking."

Luo Qianye felt helpless, as if he had seen Wen Ping's appearance in the stands again.

At that time, Wen Ping was the first member of the Wuxing Sect to sit in the front row, and finally got away with it. Now, in front of so many people, he said that the body-refining cultivator of Jijing Mountain was useless.

"No, let him say it. I don't know what to say!"

The elder of Jijing Mountain spoke indifferently, and immediately gave Wen Ping a cold look. Of course, his "let him speak" did not really mean that Wen Ping should speak, it was just an irony, and it was half a threat.

At this time, even the most ignorant person will apologize quickly without daring to say another word.

But Wen Ping didn't care. He looked upright and really responded, "It's a pity that so many gold coins have been spent to cultivate a bunch of waste."

Hearing Wen Ping's words, the people around him couldn't help but cast cold eyes and cursed Wen Ping's rudeness.

Especially when I saw Wen Ping's age, I subconsciously thought that he was the young master of some force. Because only the kind of young master who is used to showing off his power could be so arrogant as to go to Jijing Mountain to say something wrong with Jijing Mountain.

But as far as Wen Ping is concerned, he is really not picky.

The first of ten shortcomings!

Using drugs to help body-refining monks recover their physical strength is the biggest failure. As we all know, body-refining monks pursue the limit of the body, which is a process of transformation. What needs to be done is not only the transformation of strength, speed, and ability to resist blows, but

All aspects of body function must also be transformed.

Always relying on medicinal soups to restore physical strength will only make the body slack in spiritual practice to restore energy.

Over time, the body's original functions disappear.

According to Wen Ping, Jijingshan's actions had some results, but it indirectly harmed them.

The elder from Jijing Mountain couldn't keep his face at this moment. He glanced at Wen Ping with a straight face and clenched his fists. Luo Qianye had no choice but to help smooth things over.

"Elder Hua, this friend of mine drank too much."

When a person in the Tongxuan Middle Realm opened his mouth, naturally everyone had to give some face. Elder Hua from Jijing Mountain had to squeeze out some smiles again, just to prevent the people from the Samsung Sect from seeing their jokes.

As soon as he turned his head, Luo Qianye immediately asked Wen Ping in a low voice: "Sect Master Yang, what are you doing?"

"Cultivating disciples is not just about looking at the present. Now that he has achieved great achievements and gained face for the sect, so what? He is just embarking on the road of failure in a different way."

Wen Ping responded without hesitation.

Luo Qianye smiled helplessly. He knew that there was someone in Wen Ping's sect who had mastered the seventh level of physical training at the age of 15 and had double filthy calligraphy. He was also a man who could be called a monster in physical training.

He admired Wen Ping's special talent in teaching his disciples.

Perhaps Wen Ping is the kind of natural leader!

However, he didn't quite understand why Wen Ping said that. Could it be that the existence of the Iron Man Court was misleading?

Wen Ping naturally saw Luo Qianye's confusion, so he continued to explain: "As a body-refining monk, what you practice is not only strength, speed and resistance to blows, but everything. For example, using medicinal soup, it

It can help people restore their energy, and naturally it can also help people forget their ability to restore their energy. Over time, the body will rely more and more on the medicinal soup, and in the end, it will lose the things that should be cultivated in the realm of body refining."

Wen Ping had already considered this.

Therefore, Life cigars have not been sold much since the Yang Lele incident. They are all kept for smoking.

The rest was given to Yu Mo to help him detoxify.

The purpose is to prevent his disciples from becoming too dependent on the Cigar of Life.

At this moment, Elder Hua of Jijing Mountain thought that Wen Ping would shut up, but he didn't expect Wen Ping to speak. Now he couldn't suppress the displeasure on his face, and immediately asked in a cold voice: "Friend, are you doing this on purpose?"

Are you here to challenge us in Jijing Mountain?"

Wen Ping turned his gaze, and his eyes fell on the people from the Samsung Sect in front, and then he said to the people from Chongjijing Mountain: "Elder Hua, let's look at the others. This Iron Man's Court is really not interesting at all."

"you!"

Elder Hua immediately took a few steps towards it.

He had already given Wen Ping face, but he didn't expect that now he would provoke Ji Jing Shan again and again.

At this time, he was about to move closer.

Luo Qianye stopped him quickly, "Elder Hua, don't be angry. This is the first time my friend has seen this scene. In fact, he also comes from a large sect, which led to his criticism of the Iron Man Court.

"

Facing Luo Qianye's words, the elders of Jijing Mountain could only respond: "In that case, let's take a walk here again, and we will go to the inner gate immediately! I would like to see what else your friend can say

Come."

Friends who are in the middle realm of Tongxuan are definitely good friends. In the opinion of the old man named Hua, this is inevitable.

But it's better not to take a walk. If you take a walk around the outer door, you can get only one sentence from the beginning to the end.

"Any more?"

Everyone can tell at this moment that Luo Qianye's friends have no interest in the training ground in Jijing Mountain.

The old man surnamed Hua glanced at the two people from the Three-Star Sect and saw that they were not interested either. He immediately gritted his teeth and said, "In this case, please all monks and friends move to the inner gate!"

Good night everyone...