Xuan Huan: I'm really not the child of luck

Xuan Qingzong's biennial inner sect promotion contest.

Only disciples who have reached the eighth level of physical training and above in the outer sect can participate.

Only the top ten can be successfully promoted to the inner sect.

At the entrance of the convention.

Someone is there to check the cultivation base.

Those who have not reached the eighth level of body training can only go to the auditorium to watch.

On the elder's seat in the center of the square.

The chief elder of the outer door stroked his beard and nodded in satisfaction.

Because there are more than [-] disciples shortlisted this year.

Among them, there are more than a dozen people in the ninth level of body training.

There are as many as five or six people who practice Dzogchen in body training.

This is much higher than previous years.

More importantly, in his class, there were three practitioners in the spiritual gathering period.

It made his face as the head of the outer sect shine bright.

Wang Meng is a disciple of the elders of the inner sect.

Naturally, he has privileges and sits on the elders' seat.

And that girl who was robbed by Lin Feng twice, Zhan Shuining.

It is also on top at this time.

Lin Feng was sitting on the back of the third-level flame beast at this moment.

Looking at Xuanqingzong's outer gate from afar.

"Thank you, I will go back to see you when I have the chance."

After finishing speaking, Lin Feng jumped up.

This is already the boundary of Xuanqingzong.

The Flame Beast dared not enter again.

Otherwise, if it attracts the attention of the masters in Xuanqingzong, a big battle may not be avoided.

After Lin Feng landed, he used Ghost Shadow Mistracking.

He rushed to the square non-stop.

"Next, I announce that the registration for the inner sect promotion competition is officially closed."

"Wait a minute."

"Master Changqing, I want to participate."

Gu Changqing glanced at the dusty Lin Feng, then shook his head.

"Lin Feng, you are considered an old man of the outer sect. You must know the rules of the conference. Only disciples who have attained the eighth level of physical training can participate."

"Master Changqing, I really want to participate, if you don't believe me, let me try."

Lin Feng's actions naturally attracted the attention of other disciples.

"Hey, isn't this the old fritter brother Lin Feng?"

"I heard that he disappeared after being beaten up by Wang Meng last month."

"Shouldn't you be beaten stupid?"

"Isn't he just a waste in the third level of body training, what qualifications do he have to participate?"

Gu Changqing's face was a little ugly.

"If you talk nonsense again, I will punish you all in confinement."

"Lin Feng, I have already applied to the Presbyterian Council. After this year, I will let you stay in the outer gate as my assistant."

Lin Feng was very speechless.

How come no one believes him.

The difference between a cultivator in the Body Refining Realm and an ordinary person is the ability to lift a thousand catties.

From then on, every time you go up one level, you can gain a thousand catties of strength.

And those with the eighth level of body training have at least eight thousand catties of strength.

Therefore, the standard of inspection is to lift the [-]-jin giant tripod at the entrance.

Only those who can persist for more than ten seconds are eligible to participate in the competition.

Lin Feng didn't say much.

Go directly to the giant cauldron.

With Gu Changqing's reprimand.

The disciples present naturally did not dare to say any more.

Instead, he looked at Lin Feng's actions amusedly.

"Lin Feng, stop messing around."

Gu Changqing didn't believe it, it was only a short month.

How could Lin Feng break through from the third level of body training to the eighth level.

But the next second.

He slapped himself across the face.

Eight thousand catties of great strength.

His really lifted.

I saw Lin Feng holding one leg of the giant tripod with one hand, and lifted it up easily.

He reckoned that he should be able to lift two or three such tripods.

Ten seconds later.

Under the stunned expressions of everyone, Lin Feng put down the giant cauldron.

"Master Changqing, can I go in?"

Gu Changqing nodded, speechless.

He even wondered if Lin Feng in front of him was a fake.

Lin Feng smiled at him, turned around and walked in.

"He, he, he has really reached the eighth level of body training."

Finally, an outer disciple couldn't help expressing everyone's doubts.

"Meng'er, you can go down too, the competition is about to begin."

At the elders' table, Gu Yi said to Wang Meng beside him.

"Yes, Master."

Wang Meng bowed and was about to leave.

A figure instantly caught his attention.

"Lin Feng?"

"How did this trash come here?"

"If you hadn't delayed my time last time, my Fire Spirit Grass wouldn't have been taken first."

Obviously, Wang Meng blamed all the faults on Lin Fengtou.

If he knew that all those things were swept away by Lin Feng, he would be even more furious.

"Unfortunately, you are in the fifth ring."

He watched Lin Feng walk towards the edge of the ring, and unconsciously licked his tongue.

There are five arenas set up in the square.

When everyone enters the gate, they will draw a lottery at random, and they will go forward to wait for the competition when they are drawn.

"The spirit-gathering realm is the spirit-gathering realm."

"I didn't expect that there would be a master of the Spirit Gathering Realm in this inner sect promotion."

Lin Feng looked along the voice.

I saw the fourth arena.

Wang Meng stepped on a disciple's body fiercely.

It was as if he felt Lin Feng's gaze.

Wang Meng suddenly looked at him, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

"This guy, who was robbed of the opportunity by himself, was able to break through to the Spirit Gathering Realm so quickly. Sure enough, those with good fate are the most powerful."

Since entering the venue, Lin Feng activated the system.

Promotion to the inner sect is actually equivalent to a chance.

In the inner sect, it can be cultivated vigorously by the sect, and the secrets of elixir are dozens of times better than those in the outer sect.

In the square at this time, there were no less than a dozen people with white light.

This means that they have a probability of being promoted.

The cyan light represents that they have a higher probability of being promoted.

There were only three of them, exuding blue light.

Presumably, all three of them have the strength of gathering spirits.

Lin Feng did not expect that the interception system could be used in this way.

Lock on a known opportunity, and you can see how lucky the people around you are to get the opportunity.

Lin Feng looked at the white light on his body.

The ordinary eighth level of body training is really just a chance.

But are you an ordinary person?
The system is also too judgmental.

[Seize the opportunity to be promoted to the inner sect, the higher the ranking, the richer the rewards you will get]

Lin Feng smiled slightly.

This doesn't seem to be that difficult for him now.

"Lin Feng."

"tension."

Lin Feng stepped onto the ring.

Looking at the burly tension on the opposite side.

The strength of the nine levels of body refining.

"Your name is Lin Feng, right? I've heard of you."

"If you abstain now, it's still too late, otherwise I won't show mercy later."

"Let the horses come."

Lin Feng waved to him.

"You asked for it."

Tension is not inked either.

As soon as he came up, he used the low-grade martial art of the Huang rank "Li Chop".

A giant palm slashed towards Lin Feng like a blade.

I saw Lin Feng's body turned slightly to one side.

A punch hit his soft rib hard.

Snapped!
The tension flew upside down in an instant.

The whole person fell outside the ring.

"This time, Lin Feng wins."