It's Long Fei's fault.
Mystic Moon Sect, on the square outside the Mystic Moon Hall.
Eighteen arenas.
A thousand Martial Hall disciples would compete for the ten elite disciple spots on these eighteen arenas.
Those who succeeded would soar to the Heavens with a single step. They would receive special nurturing and step into the Concealed stage. Their cultivation base would soar by leaps and bounds, leaving their peers far behind.
The loser could only obtain ordinary resources to cultivate bitterly, or even become a servant disciple without any resources to cultivate.
The comprehensive examination will determine your fate in the Mystic Moon Sect.
…
"Your Highness, I've heard that Ah Long, that trash, is still in the Second Grade of the Blood Refining Realm. With your current cultivation, you can easily crush him," one of the guards said.
Zhao Yitian sneered disdainfully, "Still a Second Grade Blood Refining Realm cultivator?"
"Trash is trash!"
"You haven't made any progress in the past month. This time, I'll trample you under my feet in front of the entire sect."
"Hahaha …"
Zhao Tianyi laughed.
He was already imagining the scene of Long Fei begging for mercy at his feet.
A lackey asked again, "Your Highness, those people from the Zhou Clan?"
Zhao Tiantian laughed. "I've already told the people from the Zhou Clan what their identities are. At best, they are the disciples of General Zhou Yao Zong. Who am I? I'm a member of the royal family. How dare they fight with me? Even if Zhou Yaozong were to appear personally, he wouldn't dare to act wildly in front of me. "
"Of course. Who would dare to offend the Seventh Prince?"
"Even if the entire Zhou Clan worked together, they wouldn't dare to touch you. A few Zhou Clan disciples are nothing."
The Zhou Family wouldn't touch Zhao Yitian.
Their goal was different from Zhao Yitian.
At this moment.
A lackey said, "Your Highness, that trash is here!"
Zhao Yitian's eyes narrowed as he stared mockingly at Long Fei. "You dog, I'll stomp you to death today. I'll stomp you to death first, then I'll get that girl, hahaha …"
…
"He's here, he's here!"
"He was the one who talked back to Elder Yin!"
"It's all because of him!"
"If he hadn't destroyed Elder Yin's Heavenly Dao Seal, Elder Yin wouldn't have fallen sick and collapsed in the Pill Pavilion. We didn't have any spirit medicine to help us for a month."
"That's him!"
"Troublemaker!"
"Why don't you get out of the Mystic Moon Sect?"
"Boy, get out of the Mystic Moon Sect!"
"Get out!"
…
As soon as Long Fei appeared, many people in the square began to curse.
They blamed Long Fei for the fact that the Elixir Pavilion had stopped concocting pills, causing them to have no spirit herbs to aid their cultivation.
Skinny Monkey-Like cursed back, "Are you guys retarded? How many alchemy disciples did the Elixir Pavilion have? Can the entire Pill Pavilion stop refining pills just because Yin Zhangfeng is ill? "
"Can you guys have some brains?"
The big guy also said, "Can't you cultivate without medicinal pills? I didn't enter the Mystic Moon Sect in the past because I didn't have any spiritual herbs, but didn't I still cultivate normally? "
"Hmph!"
"You guys still have the nerve to say that? If it weren't for you guys, I would have already broken through to the Blood Refining realm! "One of the disciples pointed at the big guy's nose and scolded.
"Three pieces of rat droppings spoil a pot of soup."
"All of you should be expelled from the Mystic Moon Sect."
"Just you wait, this time, commander, don't even think about winning a single match."
"Everyone, come and take a good look at their appearances. When they go up on stage, beat them up and make them odd job disciples. They will wash our clothes and empty our toilets, hahaha …"
"Right, don't let them win a single match!"
"Beat them to death!"
… ….
His anger was vented.
A month ago, he was still treating Senior Brother Long Fei as if he wanted to become sworn brothers with Long Fei. But now? Everyone wanted to step on him, as if there was some deep hatred between them.
This was reality!
This was the human heart!
Long Fei swept his gaze across and sneered in disdain, "A bunch of idiots!"
Immediately.
A Blood Refining Stage disciple immediately jumped out, pointed at Long Fei and said angrily: "Who are you calling an idiot?"
"Yes!"
"Who are you calling an idiot?"
Long Fei looked at him and said: "I'm talking about you, what's wrong?"
"I'm talking about you guys!"
"What's wrong?"
"Not convinced? Come up and bite me? "
Long Fei was not someone who was afraid of trouble.
Not convinced?
I'll do it until you're convinced!
So what if there were more people?
One by one, they came out and blamed everything on him. What was this?
I'm easy to bully?
The disciple was instantly enraged, and said: "Brat, I think you're courting death."
Long Fei said: "I'm courting death, if you have the ability, then try and touch me."
"Humph!"
"You think I'll fall for your trick? When we get on the stage, I'll make you look good, trash of the second grade of Blood Refining Stage! "The disciple shouted.
The skinny monkey's eyes were filled with anger, and he said: "Who are you calling trash?"
He was about to rush up.
He was pulled back by Long Fei, and many elders were watching. Whoever made the first move would definitely be punished, and he also wanted to anger the other party.
Once he made a move, these elders would definitely target them.
Because …
Long Fei could tell that these new disciples hated him, and so did the elders.
In this month, not only did the disciples of the profound moon sect not have any spirit medicine to cultivate, even the elders did not have any either. In their hearts, they also hated Long Fei.
Long Fei said: "Let's see who's the trash on the stage."
He then strode towards the plaza.
Long Fei thought to himself: "Seems like the Spirit Pellet is really the life gate of a sect!"
"I have to think of a way to cultivate the Alchemy Technique."
"Heaven and Earth as the furnace, nature as the fire … Are these alchemy techniques in my mind innate, or were they taught to me by someone? I feel that they are much stronger than the Alchemy techniques on the Zhenwu Continent. " Long Fei had read through the Alchemy Technique, but it was completely incomparable to the Alchemy Technique he had mastered. Furthermore, other people could only refine pills one by one, but he was different!
Not long after.
Guan Zhen walked out.
Yue Wanshan and Wu Yi also walked out.
Yin Changfeng was absent.
However …
In another building, he was drinking tea and watching everything that was happening in the training grounds. He had seen everything that had happened just now, and his heart was filled with happiness.
"A small new disciple dares to fight with me?"
"Humph!"
"You overestimate yourself!"
Following that.
Yin Changfeng looked at the other building. He knew that Yi Yourong was inside, and sneered: "Without my Pill Pavilion, is your position as the Young Sect Master comfortable?"
"Yi Yourong, I want to see how you're going to fight me!"
"Let's see how long you can last!"
Yin Changfeng was very proud, "Without me, the profound moon sect would have collapsed, what do you, a woman, think you are?"
"Humph!"
Yi Yourong was indeed in another building, and she was also looking at the training grounds.
However …
Her attention was all on Long Fei, and she said with interest: "Right now, you are fighting against nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-six people, just like being in a cage."
"Let's see how you escape."
"Heh heh …"
"I'm looking forward to your performance!"
The Black Scaled Eagle at the side also let out a cry. "Wow …"
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