You kid! You don't have to be so low-key! !

As the biennial sect competition is approaching, many secluded disciples in the sect have come out one after another. There are obviously many more disciples on the mountain, and they all hope to get a good ranking in the competition.

Changqing, on the other hand, was very honest. He stayed at home without moving a muscle. Even Yun Qinghan hadn't come to visit him much recently, and he seemed very busy.

Changqing was happy with his leisure time. He cooked every day, watered the magical herbs with farm manure, and played with Jiaocang when he had nothing to do, as if everything in the outside world had nothing to do with him.

On the road of the sect, disciples would chat from time to time, telling the disciples in seclusion about the interesting things that happened in recent years, what new things had appeared, etc.

But for some reason, many people drew their attention to the green bull made by Chang Qing. The disciples who were unaware of the situation scratched their heads, thinking that it was all a big deal since it was just a healing elixir after all.

But when one disciple couldn't resist his curiosity and bought a bottle despite the pain, he stopped saying anything and became a fanatical fan, boasting about the magic of Green Bull.

There are also many talented people who suddenly thought that they could take recovery elixirs during the sect competition. If they drank a bottle at that time, wouldn’t it definitely increase their combat power by one level?

The idea spread quickly, and many disciples also realized that, yes, the effect of this thing can be regarded as a necessity. Although it is relatively expensive, the benefits brought by improving the ranking are not worth dozens of spirit stones! The answer is self-evident.

When Changqing set up his stall again that day, he found that the 500 bottles of Green Bull he had originally prepared were probably far from enough. There were already thousands of people queuing up, and some were rushing in after hearing that Changqing had opened a stall.

On this day, Changqing's turnover reached an unprecedented high. After deducting taxes, the company earned nearly 20,000 spirit stones.

Chang Qing's mouth was crooked with smiles, and all the medicine was sold out before noon. As soon as he walked out of the door of the medicine cabinet, Chang Qing's originally smiling face suddenly changed, his whole body began to tremble slightly, and a strange smell continued to dissipate.

[Fuck, emotional fluctuations can also trigger it! ? ]

[You, nainai, really know how to pick the right time! ]

Changqing cursed in his heart and hurried back.

Seeing that no one noticed him, Changqing covered his face, hurried back to his residence, took the necessities for the trial site, and hurried to the Law Enforcement Peak with Jiaocang.

Changqing did not hurry on his way in a low-key manner. After all, time was limited and he could hardly hold back any longer. He rode on Jiaocang and turned into a ray of silver light, carrying Changqing and disappearing into the distance.

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Arriving at the square of Law Enforcement Peak, the stones visible were actually black and red, as if they were solidified blood. There were also many black stone pillars standing around, connected by chains made of fine iron, and a cold breath was overwhelming.

Not far away stood a huge round magic mirror, several feet high, with a frame made of cyan gold metal. When the sun shone on it, it shone brightly, mobilizing spiritual energy, not like something from the mortal world. Looking closely at the mirror, it seemed to flow like mercury, and there seemed to be clouds floating in it.

"I guess this must be the 'Water Cloud Mirror'," Chang Qing raised his head and murmured, "This mirror doesn't quite match the decoration style of this hell-like place... It's a bit out of place. I wonder what level of treasure it is, a higher level elemental weapon than a mysterious weapon? Or even higher?"

There were many disciples on the black square, much more than when Changqing came to inspect a few days ago. This must have been affected by the recent wave of disciples coming out of seclusion.

Chang Qing endured the torment of his seven emotions and observed first. A huge display crystal in the distance attracted Chang Qing's attention. The crystal marked the ranking list of all previous disciples, including the level, accumulated points, etc....

Chang Qing looked at the rankings, and soon a familiar name appeared from the top to the bottom, Yun Qinghan, the second place, with a terrifying 30 points.

I heard that as long as you are in the top 100 of this list, you will be qualified to enter the inner gate.

Looking at the densely packed names, none of which he recognized, Chang Qing suddenly felt like a failure. After nearly two years of joining the sect, he only knew Yun Qinghan, and he knew him before he joined the sect.

There were also exciting scenes showing the disciples in the trial, including clips of Yun Qinghan, and live broadcasts of disciples who were passing the levels. Many people were watching the live broadcast and discussing it.

"Look, that's Zhao Lei, who has already been promoted to the inner sect and is now ranked 35th! I didn't expect him to come out as well."

Some disciples recognized the people in the live broadcast.

Changqing was also attracted by the people fighting in the picture.

The man was tall and muscular, with short hair, fierce eyebrows and angry eyes. He looked very majestic and had the demeanor of a general.

"I heard that Senior Brother Zhao has advanced to the fifth level of Yanluo Realm after only twelve years of cultivation. His cultivation speed is very fast." Someone looked envious.

"What's the use of being envious? Senior Brother Zhao has a superior earth spiritual root, which is natural. He can make people who join the sect respectfully call him 'Senior Brother'! There is no comparison!"

This group of disciples seemed to have accepted their fate and were somewhat discouraged.

Changqing did not look down on them, he even understood that having spiritual roots was a blessing from heaven. Living a hundred years longer than ordinary people and seeing more of the world was not a wasted life.

Of course, Changqing's own principles are different from those of others. Although he also has inferior spiritual roots, he has finally traveled through time and space, and there are so many secrets waiting for him to explore. The first thing he must do is not die, and then he can practice to a higher level. After all, only by saving his life can he talk about the future.

Continuing to watch the screen, Chang Qing frowned. He found that the strength of many disciples did not seem to be as strong as they showed. Strictly speaking, they did not reach what he considered to be a normal level. Most of their magic skills were gorgeous, but under the gorgeousness, they lacked power and were a bit superficial.

Changqing discovered that even though they were in the same position, his qualities in all aspects were much higher than those of the disciples of the same level.

This is not only related to the skills, but is especially prominent in the physical body. Judging from the battle process of these disciples, their bodies are too weak, so that the spiritual power they cultivate is somewhat mixed, which in turn affects their original strength.

"The Chou Mu Dan?" This was the only possibility Chang Qing could think of.

The Chou Mu Dan can indeed avoid the painful process of body building, but it also makes the body less sensitive to spiritual energy. As a result, when practicing the mental method to refine spiritual energy, it will naturally not be so sensitive to the purity of spiritual power.

Chang Qing no longer paid attention to the images being displayed. Although he was very concerned about his actions being broadcast live, at the critical moment, it was useless to think too much.

Fortunately, the creatures inside are condensed from illusions and have no thoughts.

I only know how to kill, so I feel less guilty after fighting.

I found a corner where no one pays attention to me, put on a gangster suit, and tell them who I am today!

This was the first time that Jiao Cang grew up in front of outsiders and felt much more at ease. As for his cultivation, Jiao Cang's cultivation was still at the Sea Breaking Realm, which was not considered excessive, otherwise, entering the elders' trial site would have been a big deal.

In order not to reveal his identity, Changqing rode on Jiaocang and rushed out from the corner in an instant, rushing into the mirror before people could react.

The recorder at the door was a little stunned, and he hurriedly asked the disciples who were still queuing at the side: "Did a big white rat rush in just now?"

"No!" The disciple was a little puzzled by the question.

The recorder rubbed his eyes and asked doubtfully: "Am I too tired?"

Chang Qing didn't intend to register. After all, he was not mentally ill. Wouldn't it be exposed if he registered?