Chapter 43: Nine Days to Build the Pulse

If Feng Chen had encountered such pain before, he might have given up halfway, but after so many things, Feng Chen deeply felt how weak he was.

Moreover, Feng Chen still clearly remembered that he had promised a person that if he wanted to live, he must live, and even marry her.

All of this is engraved in Fengchen’s heart,

Even more because in this cruel world, Feng Chen has realized clearly that if

You can't live without strength,

If you don’t have the strength, you can’t do what you want to do,

If you don’t have the strength, you won’t even be qualified to be with the person you like!

Therefore, no matter how painful it is to seal the dust and cast the pulse, I still endure the severe pain and grit my teeth to persevere.

The world always sees the dazzling light of genius,

But who knows?

The so-called genius!

It's just the one who works the hardest.

…

Time flies, nine days go by in a blink of an eye.

On Taoist Hall

Many outer sect disciples gathered at the outer gate of Lun Dao Hall and queued up. Today was the time to receive the outer sect competition numbers and then confirm the venue for tomorrow's competition. The competition will officially begin tomorrow.

"Did you hear about it? In the outer sect examination three months ago, a genius with dual cultivation of gas and gas appeared. He not only possesses Xuan-level black gold spiritual veins, but also possesses a spiritual-level elephant body. He has a body strength that is said to have reached 500,000 kilograms.

, I estimate that I can definitely win the top four in this outer competition."

"Not necessarily. I heard that last time the top six in the outer sect all had dual cultivation of physical training. The fifth one had a tiger and leopard body, and the sixth one had a bull body. They were all spiritual-level physiques. This time they are

The first place in this session, if it weren’t for the fact that there were so many talented people in the previous session, these two would definitely be the champions in other sessions.”

"Yes, the last one was really too strong. I heard that Zhang Feng was guided by Luo Jiansheng and directly suppressed the spiritual sea of ​​Dao-level diamond bodies. That was really too strong. I can only hope that these strong men can fight soon.

Maybe I'll be lucky enough to be in the top four."

While many disciples were talking about it, Feng Chen finally connected his spiritual veins from the Tianling point to the last acupuncture point in his body.

Looking at the spiritual veins as thick as hair, Feng Chen couldn't help but recall the hell-like experience of these nine days, but in the process of recalling, he felt unexpectedly happy because he persevered.

Fengchen is not complacent about this, today is the last day to register for the outer sect competition.

Looking out the window at the blazing sun at noon, Feng Chen packed up his luggage and ran towards the Lun Dao Hall.

An hour later.

Feng Chen looked at the queue that was hundreds of feet long and looked like a long snake. He counted with his fingers and found that there were more than a thousand people. He couldn't help but shook his head and sighed: "In my previous life, when I could only pay tuition in cash, it was so crowded.

I really miss it."

Fengchen naturally couldn't jump in line, so he let out a long sigh and came to the back of the line.

Even during the waiting period, Feng Chen did not dare to relax at all. He used the Qingmang Sword Art to absorb the spiritual energy. Even though it was only a little, there was always some progress.

After Feng Chen had practiced for three hours, it was already dusk, and there was only one hour left before registration ended. However, Feng Chen was not in a hurry, because there were only seven people in front of him, and there were hundreds of disciples behind him. This time, registration

But it will last until early morning.

Soon, the seven people in front of Feng Chen took turns to receive their number tags. Feng Chen walked in front and handed the tag to the outer sect brother in blue.

The senior fellow in blue had just received the token and was checking it with him, preparing for Feng Chen to choose a number, when suddenly, an indifferent voice sounded.

"You are only at the eighth level of meridians. How can you be among the top four in the outer sect? You don't need to participate in this outer sect competition." The speaker was another outer sect disciple in blue, whose cultivation was changing.

Above the ordinary realm, his skin is slightly dark, but he is extremely proud. This person is the fourth place in the last outer sect competition, Ling Yun.

"I have carefully read all the sect rules in the "Tianling Sect Introductory Manual", and there is no stipulation that if you have cultivated to the eighth level of Tongmai, you cannot participate in the outer sect competition." Feng Chen suppressed his anger and said.

Lingyun sneered, and there was a hint of sarcasm in the corner of his mouth, "Humph, you are just a piece of trash, why don't you wash your face? At the age of fourteen, I opened the nine levels of meridians and reached perfection. Now, at the age of fifteen, I have become mortal. And look at yourself,

He is already sixteen years old, and his cultivation level is only at the eighth level of Tongmai. The weakest of the other contestants are at the ninth level, they are simply useless!"

"No, I'm just trying to flatter you by saying you're a waste. A waste like you is worse than a handyman disciple. So what if I don't let you participate? What qualifications do you have to participate!" The more Lingyun said, the more excited he became.

At the end, a weird sick smile appeared on his face.

The surrounding disciples also frowned at Feng Chen. After all, when the Tianling Sect recruited them to enter the outer sect, their lowest level of cultivation was already at the ninth level of Tongmai. After passing the outer sect examination, they simply shed a layer of skin, but still

Most of them can reach the perfection of the ninth level of meridians after one year of practice.

"Senior brother, if I have offended you accidentally before, I hope that you will forgive me. I always want to leave a trace, so I really want to see you in the future." Feng Chen's eyes were already bloodshot, and he had tried his best to restrain the urge to draw his sword. If it weren't for the sect rules,

It was agreed that anyone who hurt someone without any reason would be punished and be imprisoned for a month. He would have already struck this person with a sword.

"Offended, I'm just happy to see you unhappy, hahaha..." Listening to Fengchen's words, Lingyun thought that he was afraid of himself, and even more unscrupulously, leaving any trace behind is bullshit.

Lingyun knew that in this world, only the strong were qualified to make rules. Otherwise, how could Fengchen enter the Tianling Sect if he did not have the strength to connect to the ninth level of meridians? However, compared with himself, the sect would not blame him at all.

On the contrary, they will support themselves in suppressing things that rely on relationships.

"Junior brother has understood the teachings of senior brother. I dare to ask him his name." Feng Chen flashed a hint of killing intent. He really didn't understand when he had offended this person. He was simply sick. Although he wanted to draw his sword directly, he was restrained by the door.

Moreover, if he does not participate in this outer sect competition, he will not be able to obtain the Mortal Transformation Pill. If he does not obtain the Mortal Transformation Pill, it is simply impossible to transform into a mortal within twenty days. This is simply killing him.

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"Oh, are you dissatisfied? My name is Lingyun. You can check my identity and ask your elders yourself. Does he dare to touch me? Does he dare? If you want to blame, blame you Luo Jian

Sheng values ​​​​people, haha..." Lingyun laughed wildly.

Linghai is Lingyun's eldest brother. He could have been ranked first in the outer sect, but he was suppressed by the person guided by Luo Jiansheng. This is simply a shame and humiliation. What's even more annoying is that he directly let his third brother Ling

Feng was unable to advance to the top four and ended up in fifth place.

This made Lingyun feel resentful. Luo Jiansheng was the disciple of the headmaster, and he was the disciple of the great elder. They had already made enemies while fighting for the headship. This was already a feud.

At this time, the dust sealing life is only 20 days

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