Quick Travel: Passing Through the Bloody World

Since the Yancheng incident, Bai Shenyi has never seen Shen Yanzhou again.

Shen Yanzhou hasn't returned to the pharmacy in Yancheng for such a long time.

And Shen Yanzhou's current cultivation strength...

Yan Sheng was surprised and said: "This person is actually at the fifth level of Qi Refining."

"Oh my god, I am not seeing things!"

"It's only the fifth stage of Qi Refining. What's so shocking about that?"

"Without any sect or school, yet at such a young age he has already reached the fifth level of Qi Refining. Isn't that good enough?"

"Even with the sect's guidance, I was only at the third level of Qi Refining when I was a teenager."

"Who is this kid?"

"With such talent, you will surely achieve extraordinary success in the future!"

Shen Yanzhou on the stage was as tall as jade, with excellent appearance and temperament. He attracted countless eyes as soon as he appeared.

The one fighting against Shen Yanzhou was also a cultivator at the fifth level of Qi Refining.

In the illusion mirror, everything on the stage can be seen clearly.

Yun Qianluo: "In this Immortal Sect election, there are indeed a few people with good roots."

"This kid named Shen Yanzhou claims to have no sect or school, but he has such strength. He is really gifted." Tan Qingping said.

The next moment, the two figures in the illusion mirror rushed out of their original positions.

Shen Yanzhou held the sword in his hand but did not actively attack. He mostly defended himself when responding to every attack from his opponent.

"Why doesn't he attack?" Xiao Ling frowned.

Yan Sheng also didn't understand: "He's not strong enough?"

Xiao Ling held the sword and said: "As a sword cultivator, if you can't even draw the sword, then all your cultivation will become a joke."

"He's waiting for his chance."

Bai Shenyi's gaze fell on the stage.

They were both stunned: "Timing?"

Xiao Ling was the first to realize the meaning of this sentence.

He stared closely at Shen Yanzhou's every move on the stage, and suddenly felt that he looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he looked familiar.

Shen Yanzhou moved.

A cold light flashed, and the cultivator who was originally fighting with him paused and stopped moving instantly.

I saw a huge cut on his chest.

It was left by Shen Yanzhou.

"Defeat the enemy with one strike, this is... a killer move." Xiao Ling's voice rang out.

Bai Shenyi: "He stopped in time, otherwise the sword could have cut open his abdomen."

Long time no see.

Shen Yanzhou’s strength has become even stronger.

Bai Shenyi rubbed the knife handle with his fingertips.

He will win.

He had someone he wanted to meet.

Boom-!

A young man in tight clothes stood on the field with a knife in his hand.

The corners of his clothes fluttered in the wind, but his grip on the knife was very steady.

The afterglow of the setting sun danced on the tip of his knife, and the blade was pointing at the cultivator who had lost his strength and kneeled on the ground.

The cultivator panted and said, "You win."

Bai Shenyi sheathed his knife and pulled up the cultivator with his hand.

Bai Shenyi: "Thank you for your advice."

The warm yellow sunlight fell on the top of his head, and at the same time cheers were heard.

"Xiao Pei, Xiao Pei, Xiao Pei Yu!"

Today's election came to an end, and Yun Qianluo's voice sounded behind Pei Yu.

In the blink of an eye, Yun Qianluo's figure appeared in front of Pei Yu.

Yun Qianluo: "You did this on purpose today, didn't you?"

Pei Yu raised his eyebrows: "What?"

"You are still pretending, I don't know you?" Yun Qianluo lowered his voice and said: "You actually just like Lao Cao's Heaven-Slaying Sword, right? The so-called bet is also for the sword."

Pei Yu said: "I didn't, all this is just your guess, Sister Yun."

Yun Qianluo looked unconvinced.

Yun Qianluo: "You want to take that white boy as your apprentice, and you've even picked out a knife for him. Aren't you afraid that boy won't choose you?"

Pei Yu: "Then you will lose your bet."

Yun Qianluo: "..."

There were numerous cultivators participating in the Xianmen election, and they made an impressive debut in the initial election, but the ones who stood out were not Shen Yanzhou and Bai Shenyi.

The Immortal Sect election has just begun. It is not a good thing to show off too much, as it will easily make you a target of public criticism.

Shen Yanzhou's strength is quite good. From the beginning of the Immortal Sect election, he has had a smooth journey in the competition.

Bai Shenyi, after all, is very young and his cultivation strength is not the best. After several consecutive games, he is still quite worried.

It wasn't until the end of the individual competition that I felt completely relieved.

Yan Sheng patted Bai Shenyi's shoulder after he finished the game: "Not bad, conserve your energy."

"It's going to be a tough battle ahead."

Bai Shenyi nodded.

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into the night.

Bai Shenyi, who had just washed up and changed his underwear, felt his ears move and he turned his head to look at the window frame where the sound came from.

Bai Shenyi drew out the knife beside him and approached the window with light steps.

When his hand reached out to the window, Bai Shenyi suddenly opened it.

However, in that courtyard, there was no other sound except the occasional voices of cultivators who had just returned.

Bai Shenyi withdrew his gaze from the darkness, and the moment he lowered his head, he discovered a celadon medicine bottle.

The medicine bottle contains top-grade medicine that helps recover from injuries.

Bai Shenyi rubbed the body of the medicine bottle in his hand with his fingertips, and after a while he closed the window tightly.

It was late at night, and Wangshu Peak looked quite desolate in the endless darkness.

Inside the hall, the third elder, Mo Chi, was sitting down and drinking tea.

When Pei Yu rushed over, he saw Mo Chi selecting various teas in his hall.

"If Uncle Mo likes it, you can take it away."

Mo Chi stroked his beard and said, "Xiao Pei is back. Come, sit down."

Pei Yu took a sip of tea and said, "The tea brewed by Uncle Mo tastes very good."

Mo Chi: "It's not about technique, if you like, I'll come and drink tea with you often."

"When the time comes, I will teach my technique to your apprentice and let him make tea for you."

Pei Yu noticed the teasing of the Third Elder Mo Chi: "Uncle Mo, you also placed a bet?"

"Cough cough cough..."

The third elder, Mo Chi, coughed a few times and changed the subject: "The rune you asked me to check has a result."

"Just as you guessed, it is blessed by high-level magic. Few people know how to use such runes."

Mo Chi waved his hand, and the water bag with flashing runes appeared in front of Pei Yu and him.

"As far as I know, there are only three people who know this rune."