As one of the last few to advance, Ye Qiao ranked very far behind. In contrast, Yun Que was fast. In just one month, he ranked over 300th.
Ye Qiao's evening routine was also very regular. She would draw lots to find an opponent during the day and be dragged by her senior brother to train at night. She had just broken through the Jindan stage not long ago, and there were many more moves she could use after the Jindan stage. Zhou Xingyun was like a male mother, patiently teaching her how to use them over and over again.
Ever since he had a little junior sister, Zhou Xingyun found himself quite busy.
Not only was he busy trying to stop Ye Qiao's fancy wave and getting beaten to death, he was also busy training her. Under such circumstances, Zhou Xingyun liked this atmosphere very much. At least, it was much better than the previous feeling of boredom.
Ye Qiao looked at the four sword shadows, stepped on the breeze and shuttled through the narrow gap. The magic weapon in his hand became longer and flipped over, leaving an afterimage to block his attack.
The next second, the shattered sword energy took shape and turned into a chain that suddenly wrapped around her tightly.
Ye Qiao was strangled and unable to move. Zhou Xingyun swung his sword lightly and chopped her down. She was thrown heavily to the ground. Looking at the yard with a hole in it, the corners of her mouth twitched.
Big Brother, you are so fierce.
The sword energy dispersed, and Ye Qiao crawled out of the pit in pain, "Is that the sword energy taking shape?"
"Yeah." Zhou Xingyun said in a light tone. This is a skill that can only be comprehended at the Jindan stage and above, and Ye Qiao has not yet mastered it.
"I just demonstrated it once, you should remember it."
He had no doubts about Ye Qiao's memory.
She nodded and indeed remembered it.
"Imagine its shape, and focus your spiritual consciousness on the sword energy. Then use it to hit me."
Ye Qiao was very quick in understanding. She moved her wrist to imitate Zhou Xingyun's previous gesture. A stream of white gas suddenly swooped down. Zhou Xingyun calmly dispersed the sword energy that she had finally gathered, "Continue."
The transformation of sword energy consumes a lot of spiritual energy. Ye Qiao's spiritual roots can absorb spiritual energy by themselves and replenish it quickly, so she can condense sword energy for a long time. This can be repeated, which can just train the solidification of her sword energy.
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Changming Sect did this for many days in a row, and gradually the neighboring sects got used to the noise they made from time to time.
Zhu You saw the sword energy condensing in the air in the middle of the night, and frowned in disbelief: "With so many sword energies taking shape, won't they be weak?"
"It should be Ye Qiao who did it alone." Ye Qinghan was a little tired. He had been brushing the list to the top 100 and basically had no sleep. He pursed his lips and added lightly: "But, she is only in the Golden Core Stage now, so there is nothing to be afraid of."
I'm also glad that she is only at the Golden Core stage, otherwise it would be really troublesome.
On Chang Mingzong's side, Xue Yu is the only diligent one, so it is a foregone conclusion that he will be in the top ten.
There are few alchemy practitioners to begin with, and the number of alchemy practitioners with high talent in the entire cultivation world can be counted on ten fingers. Unfortunately, alchemy practitioners are all stubborn and will never admit defeat even if beaten to death, so he can only compete one match at a time.
He was almost selfless in the competition these days. Ye Qiao respected the King's efforts, but she also realized that every time Xue Yu came back, his mental state was too depressed.
None of them went to the stadium to watch Xue Yu's game. After all, there was nothing to watch in a crushing situation.
But Xue Yu, his mental state shouldn’t be so bad, right?
"What happened to you?" Ye Qiao poked him, "Are you okay?"
Xue Yu was in a daze, "Not bad."
Several people were about to speak but stopped themselves. He didn't look like he was fine.
But after Xue Yu came back, he fell asleep immediately. They looked at each other and prepared to go to the Danxiu arena to take a look tomorrow.
There are relatively few people in the alchemy competition field. They do not compete in a one-on-one mode, but a group of alchemists gather together to compete. It is said that the competition is based on the appearance, grade, and number of pills.
Not to mention anything else, the appearance of the pill alone was enough to make Ye Qiao fail. She was extremely grateful that she had applied to be a sword cultivator in the first place.
There were about several hundred spectators sitting outside the venue to join in the fun. The arrival of the four people was not very noticeable, and they were wearing casual clothes. Ye Qiao was wearing a dark blue suit, holding his chin, looking at the scene below.
"The Alchemy Competition is so boring." Mingxuan covered his eyes lazily, wanting to sleep.
It makes people have no desire to watch any further.
The first half went on normally, which made several people suspect that Xue Yu was in such a bad mood simply because he was too incompetent.
"He is so weak." Mingxuan slandered without any hesitation.
Ye Qiao agreed: "Even weaker than me."
"..."Hey, the two of you, stop talking about such weird topics!
It was not until the second half that Ye Qiao, who had been lying in the audience and had taken up several seats without any manners, suddenly sat up. She blinked lightly and keenly caught the divine consciousness in the field that was vaguely attacking Xue Yu.
Ye Qiao raised his eyebrows, stared straight into the field, and said lightly: "Someone is using spiritual consciousness to interfere with him."
No wonder I feel so bad every time I come back.
It seems like we were targeted for several games in a row.
But it is understandable. There are only a few alchemy practitioners, so if you can take the opportunity, you should kill as many as possible.
This was also the reason why Xue Yu didn't tell them. The Danxiu competition was easier than other competitions, and the other four people should be busy. Telling them would only add unnecessary troubles.
Mu Chongxi stood up and asked, "What should we do then?"
Ming Xuan sneered, picked up a spectator's shoe outside the arena, swung it in a circle, and smashed it into the arena with precision, "I told you not to interfere.
Never doubt the accuracy of a talisman practitioner.
They always hit the target when throwing talismans, let alone a shoe.
The man who was secretly using his spiritual sense to interfere with Xue Yu was instantly knocked backwards by the shoe.
He was furious: "Who?! Who is attacking me?"
The culprit Ming Xuan smiled nonchalantly and said, "Your father."
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