Xiao Wangyan was almost choked by his strange thought process and spat out a fruit pit with a "poof".
"I said no!" Xiao Wangyan almost yelled at him. "Have you been injured before? When you were injured, was it an alchemist or a weapon refiner who treated you?"
Ji Mofan thought for a moment, "It's myself."
Xiao Wangyan was truly speechless this time.
She stared at him speechlessly for a long time, and finally almost rolled her eyes.
"Is this how the Yuncang Sword Sect raises little puppets for me?" He glanced resentfully at the cloud-blue contestant seats. "And I painstakingly incubated that broken egg."
Ji Mo Fan didn't say anything.
During the years he stayed at the Yuncang Sword Sect, he visited the Medical Peak very few times.
They only rush over to get some medicine when they really can't take it anymore.
After finishing his meal, he would immediately go about his other business, rarely allowing the sect's alchemists to give him a private diagnosis.
To be honest, he became a doctor himself through long-term illness.
It wasn't entirely without its advantages; at least when he learned he had a talent for alchemy, he wasn't completely clueless.
Thinking of this, he turned to Xiao Wangyan and asked, "Does the Demon Lord also know how to refine pills?"
"No, I only eat," Xiao Wangyan said.
Where did he get his talent for alchemy from?
In particular, he is not the wood and fire dual spiritual root that most people would think is most suitable for practicing alchemy, but rather the ice spiritual root that seems completely unrelated at first glance.
However, sitting in the arena of the Dao Asking Tournament, he had no way to delve into these unsolved mysteries.
After the battle royale ends, there will be an elimination tournament for all disciples of the sect.
The original eight large arenas were also quietly moved under the drive of the formation, and dispersed into one hundred and twenty-eight smaller arenas, so that more cultivators could compete on the same stage.
The top 100 cultivators who made it onto the list of notables in the last conference were exempt from the first round of preliminary selection, but they would have to participate in the lottery starting from the second preliminary round.
The rules are similar to those of battle royale games: within the time limit of an incense stick burning, two contestants compete to advance to the next round. If a winner cannot be determined within the time limit, both will be eliminated.
Some people need a bit of luck when drawing lots.
Ji Mo Fan felt that he had never been very lucky.
For example, in the first draw, he was given a somewhat troublesome opponent.
Xu Jingwen is a disciple of the Xiaoling Sect. He previously competed with Li Jinchu for the position of chief disciple, but unfortunately, he did not succeed in the end.
He is exactly thirty years old now, and this year is the last time he will participate in the Daowen Conference.
The mindset of an older person is naturally different from that of a younger person. This is his last chance to perform, and he will definitely do his best to achieve results worthy of his decades of hard work.
Not to mention this is only the first match.
Ji Mo Fan didn't have a deep impression of Xu Jingwen in his previous life.
After the Dark Aura Secret Realm, this disciple of the Xiaoling Sect, who was able to rival Li Jinchu, gradually disappeared. He was not even present at this year's Dao Inquiry Conference.
It seems that when Ji Mofan intervened in the secret realm and stole his opportunity, taking away the Arc Light Qilin's egg, it really had a significant impact on his fate.
However, Ji Mo Fan did not know what hardships Xu Jingwen had encountered in his previous life, and Xu Jingwen had no memories of his previous life at this moment. When the two faced each other, there was only tension between them.
"Ji Mo Fan, it's been a long time." The sword floated lightly, and Xu Jingwen's gaze flickered for a moment as he looked at him. "I didn't expect you to have broken through again."
When they parted ways in the Misty Realm last time, Ji Mo Fan Mingming had just stepped into the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm.
In just a few months, he has already reached the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm.
However, he himself had been stuck in the late Nascent Soul stage for a whole year.
Comparing yourself to others can be incredibly frustrating.
"It was just a coincidence, nothing to brag about," Ji Mo Fanqing replied casually.
Although it was indeed by chance that he was forced to go to the Demon Realm, which put his body under high pressure and allowed him to find an opportunity for a breakthrough.
But Ji Mofan didn't think this was something that could be easily dismissed with a single sentence.
However, there wasn't much time for them to reminisce, and Ji Mofan was never the type to gain sympathy by playing the victim. They would wait until the fighting started to see who truly prevailed.
Ji Mofan didn't know Xu Jingwen well enough, but his words hit the nail on the head.
Xu Jingwen hates these talented players who effortlessly surpass others.
Li Jinchu was like that; he fought his opponent for many years and lost almost nine out of ten battles.
The only time was most likely because Li Jinchu was busy with family affairs and didn't have time to come back to Xiaoling Sect to compete with him for something.
Xu Jingwen instinctively disliked Ji Mofan, not to mention that their last encounter was not pleasant. Ji Mofan had taken away his opportunity, and to this day, he had not been able to find a chance to get revenge.
Both of them are now standing on the arena in their prime, but he is older than Ji Mofan and his cultivation level has been stable for a year in the late Nascent Soul stage. He also has the support of rare and precious materials from his family. No matter how you look at it, there is no possibility of him losing.
The bells, signaling the start of the battle, rang out loudly.
The clanging of swords erupted instantly, and the surrounding onlookers burst into cheers like a tidal wave.
Unlike the battle royale and qualifiers, the addition of the renowned cultivators made the originally uneventful battles much more exciting.
Xu Jingwen has a fire spirit root. Now the two of them are both in the late stage of the Nascent Soul stage. The spiritual power they use restrains each other, and neither of them can gain much natural advantage from the other.
In a duel, skill and reflexes are all that matters.
The sword blade, glowing with fire, grazed the hem of Ji Mofan's clothes, while the Embracing Snow Sword mercilessly sliced through the hair of the person opposite him. The two spiritual energies of ice and fire collided, and for a short time, dark white mist rose from their arena, obscuring the eager gazes of the surrounding spectators.
"Hiss, I've been waiting for Ji Mofan's performance, why can't I see it yet... Can't the Xiaoling Sect arrange for someone to blow away this fog?"
"What are you thinking? This fog is also a crucial part of their battle. How could the organizers possibly interfere with the course of the match?"
"The problem is that even so, we can't see what they were doing inside, so how can we determine who is better or worse?"
"Yes, in order not to affect the contestants' battles, the Dao Asking Tournament never allows the release of divine sense to observe the arena at will."
"It's obvious you haven't participated in many Dao Asking Tournaments. Do you even know that there are recording stones installed under each arena?"
"If any player has any doubts about the fairness of the competition during the event, they can report it to the referee at any time and immediately activate the recording stone to check for any violations."
"It's fair... but we want to see the game clearly!"
"I'll let you in on a little secret: after the competition, you can go to the black market and buy some memory stones. The top three on the Heavenly Ranking from last year's competition had memory stones priced as high as 800 spirit stones."
"Can't afford it, goodbye."
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