Mortal Cultivator

After everything was done, Wang Lu took out the alchemy furnace.

To refine the elixir, the main ingredient of the elixir needs to be refined, so generally no one would do it. If Wang Lu didn't have the lotus of the soul lotus, I'm afraid no one would be willing to do it.

Taking out a lotus petal, Wang Lu threw the Broken Infant Pill into the alchemy furnace. Under the scorching of the furnace fire, the Broken Infant Pill seemed to be broken. Wang Lu quickly threw in the lotus petal, and the lotus petal instantly turned into liquid to wrap the Broken Infant Pill.

In the alchemy furnace, the Broken Infant Pill was wrapped in a ball of liquid. The liquid and the pill kept rotating. A trace of black gas was refined from the pill, and a trace of the liquid wrapped in the pill was also taken away, but more of it was integrated into the pill.

Although the main ingredient of this Broken Infant Pill is not the lotus petal of the soul lotus, but a ninth-grade soul source grass, it has the same effect, so the refining is extremely successful.

Soon Wang Lu extinguished the fire, and a natural pill flew out, put it into the pill bottle, and he left the room.

"Knock, knock!"

Wang Lu knocked on Shui Ling'er's door, and soon the door opened.

"Brother Wang, so soon, did you fail?"

Shui Ling'er opened her eyes wide, but she didn't blame him at all.

"No, you underestimated me too much, but you have to hide well, be careful not to be discovered, otherwise it will be very dangerous."

Wang Lu handed the pill bottle to Shui Ling'er and said.

"Wow, really!"

Shui Ling'er looked at the pill bottle in shock. She thought Wang Lu was joking, but she didn't expect it to be a real tempering.

"Brother Wang, don't worry, I will hide it well and won't take it until I enter the secret realm. With this top-grade pill and the top-grade water spirit stone that Brother Wang gave me before, I am almost 100% sure to condense my Nascent Soul."

"Hehe, thank you Brother Wang."

Shui Ling'er smiled sweetly and thanked.

"Well, then I'll go back first. I still have to prepare for the big competition in a few days. You don't have to participate, so you can relax." Wang Lu said enviously.

There was no way. Shui Ling'er was now a Jindan Great Perfection cultivator, and she didn't need to participate in any competitions. He was just a foundation-building cultivator, and he still had to fight hard. Fortunately, his consciousness and physique were terrifying, so there wouldn't be any big danger.

It shouldn't be a problem to get a place easily. As for winning the championship, he didn't have any idea. Although the top ten in the competition were ten low-grade Broken Infant Pills, he didn't care.

3 days later.

Wang Lu and his party came to a huge competition arena. The competition arena was a huge circle, with a competition stage in the middle and a circle of spectator seats on the periphery. There were many cultivators sitting from low to high, but the cultivators at the bottom were obviously of lower cultivation, while the cultivators at the top were obviously of extraordinary status.

Yes, everyone watched the battle with their consciousness, and there was no requirement for distance at all. Wang Lu followed Ning Tianxiong and others to the high place. Most of the cultivators above were in the late Jindan stage, and they were all cultivators who didn't need to participate in the competition.

Wang Lu looked around curiously. There were too many cultivators. There were thousands of cultivators, almost all of them were in the Jindan stage, and they all wore different clothes.

Suddenly, a sword rain streaked across the sky, and hundreds of cultivators flew into the arena.

"Oh my God, it's the cultivators of Zhantian Sword Sect."

"All ten sword masters are here."

"That's the leader of the ten sword masters, Ling Yun. It is said that he had reached the great perfection of the Jindan stage two hundred years ago, but he didn't break through just to wait for the Hunyuan Secret Realm."

There was a cry of surprise from the spectator seats. Wang Lu looked at the group of people coming and felt a sense of sharpness. The leader was even more terrifying, and his body refining was probably only a little bit worse than his.

"This is your number."

Lingxu Zhenren handed the wooden signs to Wang Lu and others one by one. His eyes stayed on Wang Lu for a moment, quite appreciative, and suddenly he spoke.

"Elder Wang, you didn't form a pill because you didn't have a good quality pill. If you can enter the secret realm with the foundation-building cultivation, I will give you a top-grade golden pill."

"Ah... Thank you, Alliance Master!"

Wang Lu was stunned for a moment, then he quickly thanked him.

"No need, I just admire the younger generation more. Back then, it was also such a senior who gave me a pill of infant-breaking pill, hahahaha..."

Lingxu Zhenren said without hiding anything, and actually revealed some unknown past.

Wang Lu sighed in his heart, then looked at the wooden sign in his hand, No. 1372, and then looked at the cultivators present, obviously there were far more than this number.

The competition started soon. There were many rules in the secret realm competition, and not being able to use magic weapons was one of them. The competition was slow, and it was not Wang Lu's turn for several months.

3 months later.

"No. 51 vs. No. 1372!"

Suddenly, the cultivators on the field reported Wang Lu's number.

Wang Lu quickly flew onto the field, and soon another person also came on the field. He was a white-haired old man. From his appearance, it was obvious that he came for the Broken Infant Pill.

"Oh! There is actually a foundation-building cultivator. Do you think you are lucky or not? You are lucky to have survived until now." The old man laughed in surprise.

The competition was conducted in a random lottery mode, because cultivators not only value strength but also believe in fate. Those who are ranked at the back may only need to fight one or two games to qualify.

Wang Lu scanned the old man with his spiritual sense and saw the details of the old man opposite him. A pure casual cultivator, a cultivator in the late Jindan stage, a cultivator who reached the late Jindan stage with a long time and hardships.

"Little kid, you are a casual cultivator from that city. You are lucky today. Just admit defeat. I won't beat you!"

The old man smiled with wrinkles all over his face. He looked at Wang Lu's waist badge and saw that Wang Lu was also a member of the casual cultivator alliance, and said with a smile.

Wang Lu sighed a little, and could only blame the old man for his bad luck. He suddenly rushed forward and punched the old monk.

"Hmph, you don't overestimate your capabilities."

The old man was startled, but he also reacted. The running spiritual power covered his whole body, and his skinny fists flew away. Just when the two were about to collide, Wang Lu's consciousness rushed towards the old man's sea of ​​consciousness, and the old man's mind Lost in an instant.

"Ah...poof!"

The old man flew backwards, vomiting blood, and lay on the ground with lifeless eyes. Although he was not seriously injured, it was as if he had been shattered by a punch, and he could not recover for a long time.

"No, no more..."

The old man was lying on the ground, crying.

"Alas~"

Wang Lu sighed. He had no hatred towards the old man. He just blamed the old man for his bad luck in meeting him.

"What a powerful body, even stronger than mine. What kind of body refining technique is this!"

In the stands of the Tianzhan Sword Sect, the leader of the young monks looked at Wang Lu and narrowed his eyes. He knew all of Yun Shangtian's body refining secrets, but they were all external refining methods, but Wang Lu had never heard of him.

Could it be..., he suddenly thought of something and suddenly realized, but he became confused again, "How did he make it?" The young man murmured to himself.

Wang Lu turned around and returned to the stands. The old man behind him slowly stood up and left the arena with his old waist bent like a rotten corpse.