Ultimate Comprehension Evolution

()Chapter 115 Sword Gift

Murong Chutian felt that he was too unlucky. From the time he went out to study arts to the present, his unlucky days seemed to have never stopped for a moment. Was he really a disaster star? Or was his ancestor's tomb not buried in the right place?

"Alas!" After sighing, he complained in his depressed heart for a long time. Not only was there no substantial gain, but a lot of remaining things were not done at all. Murong Chutian seemed to finally let go of the burden in his heart. After all, these highly toxic

It can't be refined in a day or two, so I can only carry an abacus in my crotch and calculate every step. Illnesses vary in severity, so this matter should also be prioritized, so I'd better deal with the current matter first.

Murong Chutian sorted out the things in front of him and felt that the most important thing to deal with at the moment was the sect competition. His master also reminded himself that if he could enter the top ten in this competition, there would be rich rewards.

Before, Murong Chutian just wanted to experience it. He was lucky enough not to be knocked down due to his own strength, and he never thought about trying to get any ranking. But this time he went out and experienced so many things, especially against the bronze bow.

The use of it seems to have been raised to another level. Unknowingly, Murong Chutian seems to be very confident in his own strength. Thinking about it, he had already picked up Nascent Soul-level monks, not to mention that this competition was still on the same level as himself.

A rookie in the Qi refining stage seems to be nothing at all.

Although he thought so, Murong Chutian was still very cautious and confident, but in terms of strength, he was not necessarily stronger than others. Think about Han Bing'er's ice sword back then.

Come on, the power is quite astonishing. Murong Chutian still understands this truth that there are mountains outside the mountains and there are people outside the mountains.

You have to find someone to ask about the rules of the competition. Murong Chutian doesn't dare to go to Hongru Ke again. If he is asked about the iceberg again, if he leaks the information, it will not be worth the gain. It is better to go to him.

Wang Ming forget it, after all, his cousin

That is Zi Qing, who is also an elite disciple of the inner sect. She must know the rules of the competition. I believe she will tell Wang Ming. She also happened to give Wang Ming a fairy sword. I have made up my mind to go and find out the situation earlier.

, or make corresponding preparations.

Half a quarter of an hour later, Murong Chutian arrived above the house where Wang Ming lived. He saw a familiar figure meditating below. Murong Chutian thought to himself: "This kid is so diligent. I wonder where his cultivation level is now."

I have reached the level. I have to step up my practice after I go back, otherwise I will definitely not be a match for this kid in the future."

Thinking like this, I heard a cursing voice coming from below. "You brat, you're out wandering around again, be careful if you go back and get whipped!" This voice came from Wang Ming.

Murong Chutian was shocked and said to himself: "This kid actually discovered me. Is his cultivation level really higher than mine?"

"Wandering around? If that's the case, don't regret it when I go back." Murong Chutian said with a half-smile.

"Regret? Boy, I really don't believe it. Is there anything you can do that I can regret?" To be honest, Wang Ming really didn't believe that Murong Chutian could do anything that would make him regret.

Murong Chutian said as he landed down. "Considering what you just said, I have changed my mind now."

"You brat, stop playing tricks with me. What do you want from me this time? Don't tell me that you have nothing to do. I'm very busy." Before Murong Chutian could explain his purpose, Wang Ming declared that he would not do it.

Played with him.

"Stop pretending in front of me. Who knows what you are doing sitting here? Cultivation may be just a cover. Maybe you are here to fantasize about a certain person?"

"Fart! Brat, are you looking for a slap in the face?"

"I'm stupid, I came all the way here to let you whip me. Oh! What a pity. In order not to get beaten, I'd better give this fairy sword to someone else!" Murong Chutian said while taking the white fairy sword.

He took it out and kept dangling it in front of Wang Ming.

Wang Ming was shocked when he saw it. He knew at a glance that this sword was much stronger than his own. How did this guy get it? Could it be that his master gave it to him?

"You brat, where did you get this fairy sword?" Wang Ming still asked.

"It wasn't stolen anyway, so why are you asking so much? Besides, I don't plan to give it to you now, so it's useless for you to ask!"

"You brat, I don't want it even if you don't give it to me!"

"What? You don't want it. Fortunately, I was the first to think of you when I had something good. You said you didn't want it, but I actually gave it to someone else!" Murong Chutian felt funny in his heart. Just pretend, let's see how long you can pretend.

, I really don’t believe you won’t be tempted!

When Wang Ming heard Murong Chutian's words, he saw that this guy's expression did not look like he was lying to him. He was sure that this guy really wanted to give him this fairy sword. Wang Ming's heart suddenly started beating fast and his eyes also started to beat.

It lit up as if it was on fire!

"Who said I don't want it? I was just joking with you." Wang Ming's change was quite fast. Murong Chutian was just about to see how embarrassed he was pretending to be, so the result had to surprise him.

"Here, go on!" Murong Chutian said and immediately threw the sword over.

"Is this... really for me?" Wang Ming asked a little uncertainly after getting it. After all, this fairy sword is not a weapon for mortals and can be obtained anywhere.

"I really gave it to you, why did I lie to you?"

Wang Ming originally thought that Murong Chutian was his brother, and thought to himself: "This brother really didn't make a mistake. If it were him, he might have to think twice about such a precious thing."

The essence of sincere affection does not lie in gifting or giving, but in the sincerity of giving to others. This is a kind of giving without asking for anything in return, and it is also a natural expression of sincere feelings.

The two of them started talking to each other again and again. After a while, Murong Chucai changed the topic to the sect competition.

"Brother Wang, will you participate in this sect competition?"

"Go! Why don't you go? I heard from my cousin that the reward is very tempting. I don't know what it is specifically."

"It sounds like you have a pretty good grasp?"

"Hehe..., will you know this by then?"

Murong Chutian felt a little depressed, thinking that this guy was too secretive and didn't even tell himself. But looking back, if Wang Ming fought against him, wouldn't he know everything about it?

"Haha, let's see what your unique skills are then. By the way, do you know what the rules are in this game?"

"There are so many rules. I heard from my cousin that you can use various magic weapons, talismans, etc. Even if you use your best strength on the field, don't be afraid of hurting the other party. I heard from my cousin that we will be given a lot of help during the game.

Prepare some protective measures, and generally there will be no worries about your life! Besides, there is a master at the Golden Core stage on each side. As long as he feels that your life is threatened, he will immediately come to your rescue."

"That's good!" Murong Chutian was very excited when he heard this, and he wanted to try this competition that was not dangerous at all.

"By the way, Chutian, give me the fairy sword, what about you?" Wang Ming then recalled that Murong Chutian only had a broken flute.

"Hehe! You don't have to worry about this, I also have a fairy sword. By the way, Brother Wang, what level are you at now?"

"I am currently on the fourth level, but I am already very close to the fifth level. Next, I plan to hit the fifth level before the game." Wang Ming said with confidence.

Murong Chutian thought that his cultivation progress was fast, but he didn't expect that Wang Ming was about to reach the fifth level! He secretly said in his heart that he must practice harder after returning!

But how could Murong Chutian know that Wang Ming's cultivation had improved so quickly, not only through his own efforts and the pills obtained by completing tasks, but also because of Feng Xiaoxiao's care, who also gave him a few pills of beneficial spirit?

Let him take the pill to improve his cultivation.

The two chatted about the competition for a while, and then Murong Chutian flew back with his sword.