From the sun rising, to hanging high in the sky, to approaching the mountain peaks. From the waxing sun to the glow, this day's competition is finally coming to an end.

After finally making it to the last scene, Fatty Luo and Brother Ji finally came to the stage.

"Damn, I'm almost numb from standing here!" Fatty Luo complained, and kept communicating with Brother Ji.

"Ahem, me too..." Brother Ji sighed, "Formalism kills people, fat man, I will show off a few times at will, you can just kick me down!"

"Hey, that's easy to talk about!" Fatty Luo laughed obscenely. He didn't know how long he had been waiting for this day. Compared to playing a lifeless game with dozens of people, kicking Brother Chicken made his blood boil even more.

The two came on stage, and there were more than thirty people standing beside them. Most of them were casual cultivators, and six of them hugged each other. They were obviously descendants of the same family.

In the ring, having companions has more advantages than fighting alone. Unfortunately, their opponent is the perverted Fatty Luo. This guy dressed up and became an extremely wretched middle-aged uncle, who is responsible for the thirteenth level of Qi training.

Because, this was something he deliberately suppressed and suppressed again and again.

The divine spirit body is born with a strong base. This does not mean that anyone can reach the strong base stage without practicing! Born with a strong base means that Fatty Luo practices the skills and achieves it in one go. From the qi training stage to the strong base stage, it takes no effort.

Fatty Luo, who had mastered the Mahayana stage skills, just took some time to practice casually on the way back to Baihua Village with Brother Ji. He practiced the wind attribute spiritual root skills to the peak of the Qi training stage and then stopped immediately. This is enough to show that Tian

How perverted is the spirit body?

Besides, on the ring, more than 30 monks from all walks of life stood still, the flag array was activated, and everyone started to do it without even talking to each other.

There are several monks here who are above the tenth level of Qi training. They all adopted an evasive strategy at the beginning, letting the monks with lower realms fight to the limit, and then they went to clean up the situation.

However, the conventional routines in the past no longer work.

As soon as the fight started, Brother Ji took out ten low-level spiritual talismans and threw them out. Thirty or forty fireballs hit the center of the field. This made the low-level monks fighting there unable to react and knocked down more than a dozen people.

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Brother Ji and Fatty Luo were stunned for a moment.

"Damn, Murong, what are you doing! Didn't you tell me to kick him out after just playing around? Damn it, you just killed half of the people!" Fatty Luo got angry and went back on his words to Brother Chicken, not allowing him to show off. This made

He was very unhappy.

Brother Chicken didn't expect these people to not hide, but to catch his fireball.

"Fat man, kick me down, kick me down!" Brother Chicken shouted and sent a message to Fatty Luo.

In just a few seconds, Chicken Brother killed half of the monks instantly. Based on his obscene principles, he would never have expected this.

Having said that, in the past, those who fought against Brother Chicken and the others were all monks of high level. Especially Brother Chicken, after his strength increased greatly, he didn't even have a chance to get familiar with each other stably.

Although Brother Ji insists on controlling his state to the ninth level of the Qi training stage, which is neither too high nor too low. However, the technique and accuracy of throwing the magic talisman have reached a very high stage. Therefore, he feels that he is just casually

Throw it, but others can't even grasp how the magic talisman comes out or how the spell explodes.

His original plan was to let others know his identity as a Talisman Master through the talisman. Then, through Fatty Luo, he would let the Fengyue Sect accept him. In this way, he would be low-key and environmentally friendly!

What now? Brother Ji can feel the fiery eyes of the elders of Fengyue Sect...

"Damn fat man, do it quickly!" Brother Chicken shouted again.

Fatty Luo understood, raised his foot and kicked Brother Chicken behind him. Unexpectedly, the tip of his toes just touched Brother Chicken's pants, and Brother Chicken let out a loud scream, flew seven or eight meters away, and fell down.

Heart-rending wails broke out from the ground.

The momentum made those who heard it sad and those who saw it shed tears.

Fatty Luo was so angry that his mask almost fell off. He glared at Brother Chicken angrily, then roared and rushed towards the others.

At the thirteenth level of Qi training, Fatty Luo was at full power. With a wave of his sleeves, five or six cyan wind blades flew out.

The other monks were still reeling from the big explosion. When they turned around, they saw a ferocious attack from a fat middle-aged man. They all hurriedly blocked it.

Fatty Luo didn't use any magic weapon, he just kept waving his sleeves, like a moving fort, and soon forced the remaining dozen monks into a corner.

The monks from the three major sects sitting in the open space behind the ring were startled, and their expressions suddenly became exciting. Especially the elders of Fengyue Sect stood up excitedly and took a few steps forward, "Wind attribute spiritual root!"

The six golden elixir stage monks from Lingnan Pavilion and Daoxian Sect couldn't help but smile. They cupped their hands and said, "Congratulations to the Fengyue Sect, these monks with strange spiritual roots are not common!"

To say that the alien spiritual root monks are only slightly inferior to the heavenly spiritual roots, it would be an exaggeration to say that there is only one in ten thousand. However, among the more than a thousand registered monks recruited this year, only such one appeared.

However, Fatty Luo's real physique is the mighty spirit body, a holy body that is rare to see in ten thousand years!

One in ten thousand and rare in ten thousand are completely two different concepts.

Looking at the scene, Fatty Luo had already fucked seven or eight people, leaving only six monks wearing the same style of robes. These six people were somewhat skilled and formed a strange formation. Twelve flying swords filled the sky.

Feiwu, six of them were guarding him, and six of them were entangled with Fatty Luo.

However, Fatty Luo would not care whether their formation was strange or not. After playing for a while, he felt that it was no longer interesting, so he jumped back a few meters, stretched out his hand to explore, and muttered something.

Suddenly, a strong wind blew, and more than thirty large cyan wind blades suddenly appeared on the ring. These large wind blades were extremely powerful and stopped in front of Fatty Luo, neatly arranged in three rows.

The six people were shocked and shouted, "Fellow Taoist, don't take action, we surrender!"

Fatty Luo chuckled, pretending to be struggling, and retracted the wind blade, breathing heavily, "Just surrender as soon as possible, and let me use a special move, huh!"

With that said, Fatty Luo turned around and walked away, stepping down from the ring in one step. Everyone stepped out of the way, obviously showing some respect for him. Seeing this, Fatty Luo naturally put on the look of a master, with a lustful look on his face.

Brother Ji was already waiting for him in the corner of the square. When he saw him coming closer to him, he kicked him angrily, "Damn you, fat man, if you don't show off in front of everyone, you will die!"

Fatty Luo was furious, "Damn it Murong, you cheater! You asked me to kick you off the stage, but you flew down by yourself and I didn't even kick you! Huh, now you're kicking me again, you are so immoral!"

Brother Ji shamelessly accepted all Fatty Luo's curses, "Hey, I have no morals, what are you doing?! Come and bite me, come and bite me!"

Fatty Luo's face turned red and he turned his head angrily and ignored him.

The day's fighting finally came to an end. The three major sects each went to study the rosters for recruiting disciples, and all the monks returned to their places of residence to wait for news.

Brother Ji and Fatty Luo wandered all the way to the hotel. Seeing that Xiao Qian and the others had ordered meals and were waiting for them, they laughed and sat on them.

For some reason, this girl Lan Yun is not very enthusiastic towards Yuruo and the three girls, but she talks very harmoniously with Fei'er. Anyone with a discerning eye can naturally see that she is jealous.

However, Brother Ji was too lazy to tell the truth. Three wives alone were enough to give him a headache. Lan Yun got involved, and class conflicts continued to deepen along the way.

Later, even Fatty Luo became cautious, fearing that if he said something wrong, he would get a beating from his beautiful third sister.

There were eight people sitting at a big table, and they were divided into three groups to talk. Yu Ruo, Yu Xue and Ping'er formed their own group, Lan Yun took Fei'er and talked non-stop, Ji Ge, Fatty Luo and Xiao Qian stayed away from each other.

In troubled times, we hide in corners and talk in low voices.

Seeing that the atmosphere at the dinner table was getting worse and worse, Xiao Qian quickly asked loudly, "Murong, China and North Korea, are you doing well today?"

Xiao Qian knew the strength of the two of them, but he had some doubts about the two of them going to participate in the disciple selection. But since they were both members of his own family, he didn't ask any more questions.

When Fatty Luo heard Xiao Qian's words, his face was full of dissatisfaction, "It went well, but huh..." As he said that, he glanced sideways at Brother Ji, his expression full of contempt.

Brother Ji shrugged his shoulders indifferently, raised his glass and drank continuously.

Xiao Qian laughed, "So, you have all entered Fengyue Sect?"

"Ahem, Fatty Luo has no suspense, I don't know!" Brother Ji chuckled, "Uncle Xiao, let's go to Fengyue Sect tomorrow and have a look. What, as...as a Talisman Refiner!

"

Xiao Qian was stunned, "Should I go too?"

"Of course!" Brother Ji nodded, "You are a Talisman Refiner. Fengyue Sect doesn't have many Talisman Refining skills. They should be recruiting some casual cultivators. Anyway, it's just to make a name to hide others' eyes! Otherwise we would be like this

The whole family has joined Fengyue Sect with Fatty Luo, which doesn’t look good.”

Xiao Qian heard what Brother Ji said made sense and agreed to his request.

Early the next morning, the three major sects announced their rosters for recruiting disciples. Brother Ji, Fatty Luo, and Xiao Qian stood dumbfounded in front of the list of Fengyue Sect for a long time.

"Murong, didn't you say you can't enter Fengyue Sect? Why...is your pseudonym on it?" Xiao Qian looked at Brother Ji strangely.

On the list of Fengyue Sect's fifty disciples, the first one is Luo Dapao, and the twenty-seventh one is Murong Dao Dan!

When Fatty Luo saw that his alias was bigger than his own, and that Brother Ji's alias was lower than his own, he was no longer angry. He patted Brother Ji on the shoulder, "Murong, don't you want to keep a low profile? Haha, this time I will

Look how low-key you are!"
Chapter completed!