The Fierce Taoist of Online Games

Zhou Xing didn't die when he jumped from the peak of thousands of meters. He couldn't help sighing that he was really dead. Moreover, vaguely, he fell in love with this feeling of life hanging by a thread. It was very exciting!

So he immediately decided to dance once a day.

Then he walked around the gate of the mountain and started going up the mountain, punching and saying "explosion" or "fixed". Sometimes he walked upside down. Seeing him, the woodcutter in the mountain couldn't help shaking his head and sighing, "This world is crazy again."

Zhou Xing was eager to refine the pill with beauty effects, so he frequently went to and out of the medicinal forest to collect the spiritual grass he needed. He also named it in advance, called "Yurong Luoyan", and the tentative price is one hundred medium-grade Reiki Pill. And the cost is some low-level spiritual grass, full play counts as no more than five middle-grade aura pills.

He didn't feel that he was a profiteer in the slightest, and he felt that it was cheaper to sell. At the beginning, he was not well-known.

In order to make the "Fa Cai Pill" as soon as possible, Zhou Xing spent most of the day soaking in the dark hall, where the sharp blade-like wind continued throughout the day, and the more wind he went in.

With the high-level cultivation base of the first glimpse of the realm, Zhou Xing can only take forty-five steps, and can't take more than half a step. He was convinced that if he really did it forcibly, the result would only be broken and destroyed.

Even if it is maintained at forty-five steps, it is very difficult for him. The wind is blowing all the time, like a cold steel knife, which seems to cut him thousands of times.

Even so, he is still working with one mind and two purposes, while absorbing the aura of the wind attribute, the true dragon aura is constantly running.

Fa Xian told him that the first layer of his true dragon qi has been trained and can be transformed into the second layer of anger dragon qi. Once the transformation is completed, he can further broaden the meridians and spirit channels, thereby improving his cultivation and combat power.

Of course, the process of compressing, tempering, and strengthening the true dragon qi into the angry dragon qi, the pain is like going through a thousand swords.

Zhou Xing is fully aware of the truth of "bearing hard and being a master", there is no complaint, let alone a moment of slacking, he doesn't even have the time to laugh at himself, and his mind is full of cultivation.

Cultivation makes his mind free from distracting thoughts, and his mind feels like water. He likes this feeling.

Die Wu came to him a few times, because he couldn't stand the bony wind in the dark hall, and because of the strong wind, he couldn't hear clearly, so he had to return in anguish, so he concentrated on practicing, and soon broke through to the first glimpse. Level, and advancing all the way, reaching the peak of this realm in one fell swoop.

Zhou Xing couldn't help smiling when he heard that, he felt Die Wu was the legendary genius of cultivation.

Two months passed in a blink of an eye, less than a month before the Centennial Party, Tian Yuanzong seemed a little nervous, after all, this was the biggest issue concerning the future and destiny of the martial arts.

Zhou Xing was anxious, because his cultivation base was as stable as Mount Tai, and he did not make progress.

"I've been patronizing medicine refining! How can I explain to Brother Jiu!" Zhou Xing realized that time was running out, and was anxiously scratching his head.

Ten days ago, he sensed that the strength of the aura of the wind in his body was enough to refine Yurong Luoyan, so he immediately began to refine alchemy. However, this seemingly simple ancient alchemy recipe is actually extremely cumbersome to refine. Only a rough estimate, there are more than two hundred large and small steps. If each item is subdivided, there are no less than six hundred steps. , And every step can't go wrong.

"Cheating!"

Zhou Xing immediately decided to increase the price of Yurong Luoyan to 300 middle-grade aura pills!

He originally prepared 20 materials, and expected to be able to refine at least ten. As a result, he was refined 15 times in one breath, and he didn't have the confidence to practice any more, so he went to do other things to relax.

At night, he wrote down the reasons for these fifteen failures on paper, analyzing them one by one, practicing one by one, and his alchemy techniques improved a lot. But even so, in the case of insufficient confidence and preparation, he did not dare to try it easily, so he turned to study the pill, and temporarily put aside his mind and two uses. This time, he devoted himself to every detail. 、For each step, meditate repeatedly in your mind and practice repeatedly in your heart.

This thought is ten days.

Ten days later, he received a notice: Seven days later, at the square in front of the Yunxiao Hall, there will be a selection of participants for the Centennial Conference, and all the disciples must be present.

Zhou Xing was taken aback, and suddenly became nervous. He ran into the cave like a gust of wind and asked Fa Xian, "Master, what is going on in this selection contest?"

Fa Xian frowned and said, "Two months have passed, how has your kid's cultivation level not changed at all? Have you focused on your practice?"

"Yes, but you also know that the dual cultivation of spirit body is slow to improve, and I can't help it! You should talk about the martial arts first!" Zhou Xing said anxiously.

The old man sighed and said, "About the Centennial Meeting, you probably already know it. To put it simply, my Tianyuan has been going downhill for a hundred years. As for what, it’s not convenient to tell you for the time being. You know, this one-hundred-year meeting can be said to be related to the life and death of my Tianyuan. At this one-hundred-year meeting, the newly-rising Great Sword Sect will inevitably challenge my Tianyuan Sect. According to the usual rules, a total of five games will be played. At each level of the first glimpse realm, the mud pill realm, the cave profound realm, the golden core realm, and the Yuanying realm, each of the two sides will send one person to fight. As for the first glimpse or the Yuanying realm, the decision will be drawn on the spot. The fight on the game has always been regardless of victory or defeat, only life and death, and three wins in five rounds. If the Giant Sword Sect wins, it will replace my Tian Yuan Sect as one of the new top ten factions. If my Tian Yuan Sect wins, I will reserve my seat. The challenger is not allowed to participate in the Centennial Meeting again within 300 years. But for the first glimpse of the realm, my suzerain and I hope you can represent Tian Yuanzong."

"Me?...Can I do it?" Zhou Xing was excited and nervous.

Fa Xian smiled and scolded: "The stinky boy is still humble. Your combat power can be beaten in the ordinary Niwan Realm. Why are you panicking?"

"Master, I dare to fight, but this responsibility is too heavy, I am afraid that if I lose, I will become a sinner?"

"That's why I asked you to hurry up and practice! If you are already at the peak of this realm at this time, wouldn't your chances of winning be even greater!"

Zhou Xing was depressed, and felt that he wasted too much time and failed everyone's expectations.

"Okay, don't have too much psychological burden on your kid. This competition was originally to select top monks from within the faction. If there is someone in the same realm who is better than you, just be an audience."

Zhou Xing returned to the Hall of No Name with great contemplation, no longer thinking about refining medicine.

The seven days passed in a flash. In the past seven days, he practiced the exercises day and night, and he never thought about refining medicine, but he felt much more relaxed.

In the early morning of this day, more than a hundred people stood neatly in the square in front of the Yunxiao Hall. Zhou Xing was standing in the third row, which was still forward.

An old man in a white robe stood next to Sect Master Facheng. Zhou Xing almost stared out his eyes when he saw it. Isn't that the old sweeping man who poured his wine and taught him to watch the cloud control tripod?