Contracting divine beasts, refining divine pills, and the gods worshipping the Ninth Young Master

Luo Jiusheng's voice was very soft, as soft as a feather, but she was sure that Leng Jingci must have heard it.

Because Leng Jingci's usually cold face suddenly showed a hint of surprise, he subconsciously pursed his lips slightly and asked suspiciously, "What?"

Obviously, Leng Jingci did hear what Luo Jiusheng said just now, but he was at a loss as to its meaning. The undisguised expression of confusion was by no means a disguise.

As for Luo Jiusheng, after seeing Leng Jingci's reaction, the fire of hope in his heart was instantly extinguished as if by a basin of cold water. He was like a deflated ball, and all the strength in his body seemed to be drained away completely in an instant.

She never imagined that the man in front of her was not the Xiaochen she had been thinking about.

After all, she was too naive! Xiaochen had left the world forever, and even his soul had disappeared without a trace.

Luo Jiusheng tightly closed his eyes that had become sore due to excessive sadness, shook his head gently, and said in an almost inaudible voice: "Nothing."

As these three words came out of her mouth, a deep sense of loss surged into her heart like a tide, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.

"Are you okay?" Leng Jingci asked hesitantly.

Luo Jiusheng secretly exhaled and tried her best to calm herself. Xiaochen was gone, but she couldn't be depressed.

She also wants to find out the truth about the massacre and avenge Xiaochen and her family.

Luo Jiusheng shook his head: "I'm fine.

Leng Jingci, you are very strong. Congratulations. "

Although Luo Jiusheng's thoughts were in turmoil during Leng Jingci's battle just now, he watched it very carefully. Leng Jingci was very strong in both his moves and his cultivation.

He was using the spiritual power of a high-level spiritual saint, and it seemed that he had not yet used up his full strength.

Many people say that Luo Jiusheng is extremely talented. Although Luo Jiusheng is not overly proud, she does feel that she is very talented in this life.

However, after watching Leng Jingci's battle today, she couldn't help but sigh again that there is always someone better than you.

Leng Jingci is indeed very strong. If nothing unexpected happens, Leng Jingci should be the first place in this selection.

"Thank you." Leng Jingci's expression returned to his usual coldness. He said in a deep voice, "You are also very strong. I'm leaving first. Good luck in the competition."

Maybe it was because he had never encouraged anyone, or because he had never said so many words at once, Leng Jingci's tone was dry.

"Well, good luck to you, too."

Perhaps Luo Jiusheng just held a glimmer of hope that he was Xiaochen, so when she spoke to Leng Jingci, she always softened her tone unconsciously.

Leng Jingci nodded, then turned around and left calmly.

Luo Jiusheng stayed where he was, and waited until Leng Jingci's back disappeared before he set out to look for his next target.

Elder Feng Tian naturally saw their conversation. Seeing that both of them left calmly and the atmosphere was good, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Both of them are gifted children. If they are young and hot-headed and unwilling to accept each other and want to fight, it will be a waste of time and effort.

But then Elder Feng Tian felt that he was too nervous. Luo Jiusheng and Leng Jingci were not unreasonable people and it was impossible for them to fight. He was really worrying too much.

......

Two hours later, the first round of assessment ended.

All the disciples who participated in the competition but did not crush the tokens were automatically teleported out.

With the joint efforts of Elder Fang and Elder Gongsun, Nangong Qiyu's condition finally stabilized and his internal injuries were healed.

This turned out to be a blessing in disguise for him. The reason he hasn't woken up yet is that his body has absorbed the medicinal power of the Nine-Turn Soul-Restoring Pill on its own. When he wakes up, he will be promoted without any accident.

The unconscious Nangong Qiyu was placed in a temporary magical instrument by Elder Feng Tian. His identity token was crushed, so the second round of competition naturally had nothing to do with him.

When the participating disciples were teleported out, most of them were still in a daze.

These twelve hours are very short compared to their long cultivation career.

However, this experience left a deep impression on them, and it felt like it lasted a long time.

They had been fighting desperately with the beasts without intelligence for twelve hours. The bloodthirsty gene in almost everyone's body was aroused, and they suddenly felt as if they were also the emotionless beasts.

So, after being teleported out, it was quiet for a while before the open space started to become lively.

"It's over? Great, it's finally over. My spiritual energy has been drained out."

"I'm almost there too. I've used up all the talismans I prepared. Those beasts are indeed as brutal as the rumors say."

"Yes, and there are so many of them that we can't kill them all. How come there are so many ferocious beasts in Cangwu Mountain?"

"I encountered a ninth-level beast and was about to crush the token. Fortunately, the assessment ended and I was automatically transferred out. I am so lucky."

"Alas, there are 150 people to be eliminated. I definitely have no hope."

"I'm almost there too. Let's wait for the elders to announce the results. I wonder if this score will require us to hand in our identity tokens."

......

"Children, be quiet." Elder Fang's voice mixed with spiritual power spread throughout the venue, and everyone quieted down instantly.

Elder Fang said with relief: "I am very happy, children. This time, none of you were injured or killed.

I won't say much else. The results of the first round of competition are out. You can see for yourself."

After saying that, Elder Fang and several elders behind him formed hand gestures and pointed toward the air. Everyone saw a huge translucent screen appear in the air.

Then, names appeared one by one, followed by their respective points.

Everyone, please check to see if your name is in the top 50.

"Hey, I'm ranked 50th. How lucky I am."

"I'm thirty-seven and I'm in the second round."

"I'm seventy-six. Alas, I won't be able to make it to the second round."

"I'm even further behind you, ninety-third."

"I'm only ranked 82nd with 11,000 points. The top 50 are amazing."

"First place, Leng Jingci, 55,500 points, amazing, worthy of being the number one in the Central Region."

"People from the eight major forces in the Central Region almost monopolize the top ten. We have no choice but to accept this strength."

"Ah, am I seeing things? Sixth place Luo Jiusheng? Thirty-nine thousand points."

"Hiss, it's really Luo Jiusheng, isn't it the same name? Isn't her cultivation level just that of a mid-level Spiritual Emperor? How can she be ranked sixth?"

......

Everyone soon discovered Luo Jiusheng's ranking. This situation was beyond most people's expectations, so the topic of the disciples on the field was all about Luo Jiusheng.

An Shaoyu and the others were also discussing this ranking.

"Jiu Sheng, I'm 101. Sigh, you guys are really strong."