Although the panel shows that Ning Chuan is in the early stage of Jin training, Ning Chuan's true strength is far from what he can match in the early stage of Jin training.

The [Ji] in his body is now extremely thick, as thick as three fingers, about dozens of times that of other people.

In a simple competition of strength, even in the later stage of training, he is not as strong as him.

You must know that in the entire history of martial arts, no one has ever been able to develop "jin" to such a strong level.

This Ningchuan can be said to be the first person in history.

If the experts from the Martial League were to know, their jaws would drop in shock. In addition, the twelve sects in his body were finally successfully penetrated to the eighth one last night.

Early in the morning.

The sound of rapid footsteps could be heard in the square.

The monks, wearing brand new robes, carrying Buddhist beads and holding monk sticks, moved quickly and quickly gathered in the square.

Ning Chuan looked around and saw that most of the people who went out this time were monks from Jianglongyuan.

Not far away, the senior brother of Fuhuyuan showed his eyes were red and stared at them, unwilling to move away.

"Quiet, everyone quiet!"

Suddenly, a loud shouting sound sounded.

Everyone in the entire square fell silent instantly, and all looked to the front.

I saw six or seven plain-faced masters of the Hui generation, probably in their early twenties, walking slowly from a short distance away.

Beside them was Monk Huiwen with an apologetic smile on his face.

The voice just now was shouted by Monk Huiwen.

After he saw that everyone was quiet, he immediately walked over quickly and shouted, "Today our Vajra Temple was invited by the [Flaming Sword Gang] and [Golden Sword Sect] to attend the ceremony. It will be led by me and six senior Hui people."

Master uncle leads the team, and the fact that you are selected means that you are all elites in our Vajra Temple!"

"But everyone remembers that when you get to the place, you are not allowed to cause trouble, you are not allowed to talk nonsense, you are not allowed to walk around casually, and you must report your urination and defecation at any time!"

"If others provoke you, just bear with me. Always remember that our Vajra Temple focuses on saving all sentient beings and never participates in rivers and lakes fights. If anyone dares to turn a deaf ear to what I say, don't blame Uncle Master. I will kill him on the spot. Listen.

Do you understand?"

"Understood!"

A group of monks shouted together.

"Well, the antidote will be distributed today, and everyone whose name is read will walk out!"

Monk Huiwen shouted.

Next, he asked someone to get the booklet, and began to compare it with the booklet and distribute the antidote to the Immortal Immortality Pill.

Ning Chuan was shocked and confused.

Has half a month passed so quickly?

He doesn't feel anything yet.

Soon, the names of the monks were read one by one, and they stepped forward one after another, took their own antidote, and then swallowed it.

Ning Chuan's name is undoubtedly placed at the end.

After reciting each one, it was Ning Chuan's turn. He immediately ran over and received a green pill.

During this period, he specially rubbed the palm of Monk Huiwen and gained another 45 strength points.

After getting the antidote, I took a special look at it.

I saw the number 18 clearly written on the green pill.

This is his antidote number!

Ning Chuan swallowed it in one gulp.

"Okay, let's go now!"

Monk Huiwen shouted loudly.

A group of monks began to walk towards the outside of the temple.

What puzzled Ning Chuan was that there were no horses either, but they were all on foot.

"Senior Brother, how far are [Golden Sword Sect] and [Flaming Sword Gang] from us?"

Ning Chuan asked in a low voice.

"It's not far, about a hundred miles away. This time we are going to the [Golden Sword Sect]. Because the [Golden Sword Sect] won the last sword competition, so the magic sword is now taken by the [Golden Sword Sect].

For safekeeping, besides us, there are four or five other sects who have also been invited."

The ring dragon whispers.

"I see."

Ning Chuan nodded.

But it takes a day to walk a hundred miles.

But when he thought about the six sects besieging Guangmingding in the previous novel, he suddenly felt a little funny.

The six major sects didn't mind the long journey. They traveled several miles to Guangmingding, going back and forth, and the time spent on the road was probably several months.

As they hurried forward.

Behind him, the six masters of the Hui generation moved their lips slightly and began to transmit sounds using a profound secret method.

"This time it's finally our turn to come out again. Twice a month is just enough to maintain our practice. By the way, what state have you all reached? I have just reached the threshold of the late stage of Qi practice recently. I will absorb some more this time.

The essence and blood should be completely stable in the later stages of Qi training."

"Cousin Huixiu is really good, but I'm not very good at it. I'm currently stuck in the middle stage of Qi training, and it will probably take a long time to get to the late stage of Qi training!"

"Remember it all, this time we will wait until the Golden Knife Sect incident is over before taking action. Don't take action now to avoid causing turmoil and suspicion."

"It's extremely, it's extremely..."

"By the way, the old man of the house is about to form an elixir. Even if it is not a real elixir, being able to form an elixir in this age of Dharma End is enough to be regarded as a rare gift from heaven."

"That's natural. Not to mention now, even two hundred years ago, monks in the elixir formation stage were extremely rare, and once the elixir formation was successful, their life span could reach four hundred years."

"Four hundred years? Tsk, tsk, those martial artists have practiced life and death, and although they have gained unimaginable power, their lifespan is generally only two hundred years..."

"Yes, although the martial artist has gained strength, his lifespan is far from what a cultivator can compare with. A cultivator can live for hundreds of years casually, which is not a problem at all."

"By the way, everyone should be careful as much as possible. The last incident of Hui'an's disappearance has not been found out yet!"

"It shouldn't be exposed. If it is exposed, it won't be so peaceful."

"It's hard to say. In short, it's better to be cautious. Although the master of the house left us a soul lamp this time, the soul lamp can't protect us from death..."

…

Several monks of the Hui generation were discussing and looking at the many monks, already looking for their own goals.

When their eyes fell on Monk Huiwen, they all couldn't help but flash a hint of greed.

Unfortunately, Monk Huiwen has been secretly appointed by one of their clan uncles, so they can only look for targets among these monks of the Jie generation.

In fact, the monks currently accepted by Vajra Temple have already been divided by evil cultivators like them.

The monks of the Hui generation are all high-quality products, and only monks in the late stage of Qi training or the foundation building stage are eligible to enjoy them.

Monks of the Jiezi generation can only enjoy it after the late stage of Qi training.

Unless you have made great achievements or are extremely talented!

Therefore, no matter how much they covet Monk Huiwen now, they cannot enjoy it beyond the next level.

While walking, Monk Huiwen suddenly shivered uncontrollably. He felt a cold air crawling on his back. He subconsciously moved his neck and looked behind him.

The six monks of the Hui generation behind him had plain expressions on their faces, and their eyes swept over him as if nothing had happened.

"Strange, why am I suddenly a little cold?"

Monk Huiwen frowned.

But he quickly didn't think much about it, smiled coquettishly at the six senior brothers of the Hui generation, and continued to lead the way.

While on the road, Ning Chuan became a little eager to try again, and his mind was spinning rapidly.

At noon, he directly volunteered and was willing to cook for everyone.

Taking advantage of the time he spent cooking and preparing ingredients, he went back and forth, and his various statistics skyrocketed.

Of course, his biggest target is still the six monks of the Hui generation.

In order to be able to rub their wool, Ning Chuan deliberately brought the prepared meals to them one by one and handed them into their hands with his own hands, looking like a dog-legger.

【Ding!】

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To be continued...