The Villain Starts From Dual Cultivation With The Protagonist's Master

"Evil Cultivator launched a surprise attack on Dragon Gate Sect. The situation is urgent. I want to go back and take a look!" The elder of Dragon Gate Sect stood up and shouted.

The originally relaxed and comfortable atmosphere changed instantly, and all the elders present became nervous.

An elder who couldn't stand it said: "How dare Evil Cultivator come to the Eastern Domain! I will also go to the Dragon Gate Sect to help."

Arousing everyone's sympathy, the five elders all said that they would kill the Evil Cultivator to defend the right path.

"This won't work. The picking festival will end in two days. Someone needs to stay here to watch the scene and calculate the rankings. I accept everyone's support." The Dragon Gate Sect elder said gratefully.

The young-looking elder spoke at this time: "Why don't I stay here? My cultivation is shallow and I am not as good as my fellow brothers in fighting skills and sword fighting. Just go ahead and leave the picking ceremony to me."

After hearing this, the elder of the Dragon Gate Sect had tears in his eyes and sighed that the righteous way was really united. Then the four of them flew with their swords towards the Dragon Gate Sect.

After making sure that the others were gone, the young elder looked at the detonation formation activation stone in his hand and couldn't help laughing.

He has been lurking in Luoyun Sect for hundreds of years, and climbed up to the position of elder with difficulty, just to be able to cooperate with his compatriots in the Northern Territory, just for these few days.

After taking the barrier-breaking pill, Lu Chuan consolidated his cultivation in the tree hole until the last day.

The golden ball in the Dantian became more lustrous, doubled in size, and there was endless strength all over the body.

After exiting the competition, in order to get first place, Lu Chuan searched for lone participants in the forest, knocked them out at extremely fast speeds, and took away the spiritual herbs they picked. If there is a spirit sword in the storage ring, the spirit sword will also be taken away.

Most of the participants were swordsmen and Taoists who did not understand spiritual herbs. The number of spiritual herbs collected in a month was actually very small. Only by snatching other people's spiritual herbs could one get a good ranking in the picking festival.

Encountering his old acquaintance Sima Dong by chance, Lu Chuan picked up the stone without hesitation, wrapped it in spiritual energy and threw it at him.

Taking out his storage ring, Sima Dong could only get seven or eight hundred points of spiritual herbs in one month.

Calculating the points, Lu Chuan found that the spiritual grass in his storage ring had at least 4,000 points, which was much more than the highest record. So he felt relieved and went to the tree hole to start thinking about how to face the Evil Cultivator.

In the original work, all the elders in charge of the picking ceremony were sent away, and only the undercover elders of the Evil Cultivator remained. After taking away the storage rings of all the disciples, they activated the detonation formation and prepared to kill the disciples present.

The Central Mountain Range was the residence of Dragon Race tens of thousands of years ago. The heritage of Dragon Race was covered by mud. The explosion exposed the ruins. In order to survive from the Evil Cultivator in the Nascent Soul period, the righteous disciples hid in the ruins. Luo Li finally Overcame all odds to obtain the Dragon Race inheritance.

"Bingbing, if we play together, can we beat the Evil Cultivator in the early stage of Nascent Soul?" Lu Chuan took out the Ice Soul Sword and asked.

The little girl with an exquisite face appeared in the air in front of Lu Chuan. She stared at Lu Chuan's face and tilted her head to think.

The last time we met, the owner was in the early stage of Gold Core. Now he is in the middle stage of Gold Core. It has only been less than a month. The owner is really a genius.

Although he is a genius, Gold Core and Nascent Soul are still separated by a huge chasm, and with his own words, he can barely deal with them.

She told the truth: "I can't beat it, but I won't lose. I can barely cope with it."

Just barely coping is enough, and being able to escape safely from the Evil Cultivator is no problem.

"Bing Bing is really powerful, take these." Lu Chuan took out a dozen spiritual swords from the storage ring and handed them to Bing Bing. They were all collected from other people from Third Grade to Sixth Grade.

"Wow, Master, you are so good."

"If I really face off against a Nascent Soul monk tomorrow, I'll be begging you."

"I will do my best to protect the master, don't worry, master."

Lu Chuan practiced in a tree hole all night. On the second day, the picking festival was over.

According to the rules, all disciples who participated in the picking ceremony must return to the place where they were disbanded, and the upright elders will be responsible for calculating the spiritual grass points to determine the ranking.

Lu Chuan heard Sima Dong's voice as soon as he arrived.

He complained: "The spiritual herbs I spent all my efforts to collect suddenly disappeared yesterday. I thought I could still get into the top ten, but now I don't even have the ranking. Even the spiritual sword was stolen. My spiritual grass was stolen." There is a divine mark on the sword, little thief, please don’t let me catch you!”

The divine mark is a method for finding objects. As long as the divine mark is still there, things can be found anywhere in the world.

Sima Dong's spiritual sword has now entered Bingbing's belly, and the mark of consciousness is eaten together as seasoning.

Bingbing said: It's a bit spicy, but it tastes good. Please have more.

The elder of the Luoyun Sect who was responsible for recording the scores said: "The first place now is Long Lin from the Spirit Sword Sect, with a score of 2500, and the second place is Shen Yan from the Luoyun Sect..."

The undercover Evil Cultivator elder read out the names from first to tenth.

What makes Lu Chuan strange is that Luo Li and Qin Chuqing are not on the list. Long Lin is a small group, and the spiritual herbs collected by the four people are counted as Long Lin alone to get such a high score.

After a while, the two of them came out from different directions in the forest, and both went deep into the mountains to look for rare spiritual herbs.

Luo Li went to the scoring area first and put the spiritual herbs in the storage ring into the scoring box as required.

There is a Spirit Stone that can display words on the scoring box. Luo Li's points score is: 3100 points.

Seeing this score, all the disciples in the audience couldn't believe their eyes. They thought that 2,500 points was already high, after all, the highest record was only 2,700 points.

The handsome and delicate junior brother in front of him could actually achieve such a high score.

Hopefully the Immortal Gate disciples would recognize Luo Li and whisper, "He is Lin Qingxue's direct disciple, and he has broken his master's record!"

The entire audience was buzzing with discussions about Luo Li, who was talking about: The seemingly weak junior brother was actually the disciple of the cold female sword fairy, and both of them set a record for the picking ceremony.

Qin Chuqing's face was expressionless and her heart was calm. She didn't believe she would lose, so she poured the spirit grass into the scoring box. The final points displayed were: 3,400 points.

"The rankings have been changed. The first place is Qin Chuqing from Spirit Sword Sect, the second place is Luo Li from Wang Immortal Gate, and the third place is Long Lin from Spirit Sword Sect..."

The disciple of Spirit Sword Sect shouted:

"Sister Qin, the eternal god! Luo Li's record has been broken again. Such a high score must be unprecedented and unprecedented!"

"Two of the top three are from our Spirit Sword Sect. This picking festival can prove our strength."

Because the Spirit Sword Sect was a newly established sect more than 10,000 years ago, although it currently has the most high-level monks and the highest overall strength, it is inevitable that people will gossip behind its back and be described as a flash in the pan.

When Qin Chuqing heard these words, she began to think about why Mr. Lu was not among the top ten. Did he have an accident and the spiritual grass was robbed?

She frowned and looked in the direction of Immortal Gate, looking for Lu Chuan.

Luo Li trusted Lu Chuan very much. She felt that senior brother Lu Chuan had not arrived yet. When she turned around, Lu Chuan came behind Luo Li.

The high scores of the top three have been announced. Unexpectedly, there is still someone who wants to challenge. Lu Chuan turned into a clown in the eyes of the onlookers.

Long Lin was shocked to see Lu Chuan and thought: "Why is he still alive?"

The four of them had been looking for him in the forest for nearly a month, but there was no sign of him. They thought he had been attacked and killed by a wild beast, but now he appeared.

Wang Yueyan was also attracted to Lu Chuan. She wanted to see what level of genius her father talked about every day.

Under the suspicion and ridicule of the audience, Lu Chuan put the spirit grass into the scoring box, and the number on the scoring box jumped: 4900 points.

For a moment, the noisy mountain range became quiet. Everyone looked at the numbers on the scoring box and froze in place.

Lu Chuan, however, had no expression on his face and looked very calm.

Qin Chuqing couldn't help laughing when she saw Lu Chuan's calm look and the shocked looks of the people around her.

"Mr. Lu, it's really interesting."