Offering my divine power to break my karma

The onlookers looked at Changsheng on the stage in tacit understanding, and then turned to look at Ling who was walking out of the arena.

At this moment, the same question appeared in everyone's mind:

Is your late stage of foundation building different from ours?

A cold wind blew by, and no one answered the questions of the onlookers.

Today's competition is over. The top four cultivators who entered the competition in the foundation-building arena are Qingyun Sect's easy-win champion Lu Jiayao, who is in the middle stage of foundation-building, Qingyun Sect's masked female cultivator Murong Ling, who is in the late stage of foundation-building, the casual cultivator Changsheng, who is in the late stage of foundation-building, and Wanfa Sect's Mingzhi, who is in the great perfection of foundation-building.

The leading elder of Wanfa Sect, who was also the grand elder of Wanfa Sect, couldn't help but pull out a bitter smile when he looked at the top four on the gold list, two of whom were in the late foundation building stage, and one in the middle foundation building stage.

If it were in the past, knowing that his disciples' opponents were people whose cultivation was not as high as his, the Great Elder would definitely think that the first place in this year's sect competition's foundation-building competition would belong to their Wanfa Sect.

But after watching the match between the two late foundation building masters, the Great Elder knew that in tomorrow's match, no matter which of the two late foundation building masters his disciple Mingzhi drew as his opponent, Mingzhi had no confidence of defeating the opponent.

Unless Mingzhi draws the one in the middle stage of foundation building.

Otherwise, the Wanfa Sect wouldn't even be able to take first place, let alone second place.

"Xiaozhi, just do your best in tomorrow's game. There are always people who are better than you. There is no need to have too much psychological pressure."

Although he had many concerns and reluctance about tomorrow's game, the Great Elder still spoke to comfort Mingzhi, trying not to put too much psychological pressure on his disciple.

Hearing the words of the Great Elder, Mingzhi turned around, looked at the Great Elder beside him calmly, and replied in an extremely calm voice:

"Thank you for your comfort, Great Elder. I don't feel any pressure at all."

No pressure?

Seeing Mingzhi so calm, the elder's eyes lit up and he couldn't help asking:

"Could it be that Xiaozhi is confident about tomorrow's game?"

Mingzhi is the sect master's direct disciple and the youngest son of the Ming family's patriarch. Could it be that the sect master or the Ming family's patriarch gave Mingzhi some powerful trump card?

Thinking that Mingzhi might have a trump card that could help him win tomorrow's game, or even take the championship in this year's foundation-building competition, the Great Elder couldn't help but rub his hands together excitedly. When his old eyes looked at Mingzhi, they flashed with a sparkling light.

Mingzhi: "..."

Facing the expectant eyes of the great elder, Mingzhi remained calm and replied in a calm tone:

"No."

"No, nothing?"

"I don't have any trump cards. I'm not sure about facing those two in the late stage of foundation building."

Great Elder: "..."

So, why are you so calm? Dead fish eyesjpg.

Mingzhi: Because I practiced the way of ruthlessness.

Great Elder: "..."

……

Among the twenty disciples from Qingyun Sect who came to participate in the sect competition this year, only one had reached the great perfection of foundation building and one had reached the great perfection of golden elixir. Seeing this, the other major sects thought that the championship of this year's sect competition would no longer be monopolized by Qingyun Sect, and that the disciples of their own sects could finally be the first place.

As a result, the only Jindan Great Perfection disciple among the Qingyun Sect who came to participate in the competition was a dual practitioner of sword and formation, and was extremely powerful.

What's even more outrageous is that the eldest disciple of Qingyun Sect's Qingyu Venerable, a sword cultivator in the late Jindan stage, is also a natural sword body. For him, defeating his opponents across boundaries is as easy as eating and drinking. It's really annoying.

Among the top four in tomorrow's Jindan competition, the one who practices dual sword formation and the one who is born with sword body from Qingyun Sect will be among them. If nothing unexpected happens, these two will definitely take one of the first or second place in this year's Jindan competition.

Maybe even all of them.

The first and second place in the Jindan competition seemed to be in the pockets of the two disciples of Qingyun Sect. The other sects could only turn their attention to the foundation-building competition, hoping that the first or second place in the foundation-building competition could be a disciple of their own sect.

You don’t know the result until you see it. It turns out that I’m about to have a myocardial infarction.

It doesn’t matter that Qingyun Sect occupied two of the top four spots in the Jindan competition, after all, those two disciples were really strong.

But what happened to the foundation-building competition? Qingyun Sect actually took up two more places!

Moreover, one is in the middle stage of foundation building and has relied on luck to win and get into the top four, while the other is in the late stage of foundation building but his strength is so strong that he is almost close to the golden elixir stage.

Damn, that late stage of foundation building is fine, but what about that middle stage of foundation building?

It's ok that my own disciples can't beat Qingyun Sect in terms of strength, but they can't even beat Qingyun Sect in terms of luck! I'm so angry, I really want to do something!

However, looking at the Qingyu Reverend calmly drinking tea on the high building...

Inhale, exhale, all the sect masters, elders and peak masters tried to convince themselves not to get angry, because if they got angry and ruined their health, no one could replace them...

No matter how complicated the monks' feelings were, the competition for the top four on the second day finally came.

Today, there are only four people left in the Foundation Establishment Arena and the Golden Core Arena, and no one can be lucky enough to win and advance.

In this regard, Lu Jiayao, the biggest beneficiary of the easy win promotion, said:

It's great to win without doing anything for a while, it's great to win without doing anything all the time, but now I can't win without doing anything anymore, what a pity, such a pity...

The disciples from other sects all showed expressions of gloating.

Wahahahahaha, there are no byes anymore, I can’t just win without doing anything, wahhahahahaha…

Lu Jiayao: "..."

Speechless, rolling eyes, sneer:

I am among the top four in the foundation-building competition.

The monks who gloated over the misfortune: "..."

Everyone performed a smile disappearing trick together.

The smile doesn’t disappear, it just shifts.

Lu Jiayao: Proud jpg.

Everyone: "..."

Lu Jiayao, who was somewhat thick-skinned, heartlessly grabbed her senior sister's fair and slender hand and shook it leisurely, not caring at all about the fact that she would definitely lose the next game.

Anyway, I was able to kill with my mid-stage foundation building cultivation, oh no! Winning the top four in the sect competition was already the limit of my luck, I didn't lose anything.

Ling turned his head to look at Lu Jiayao, and seeing how relaxed she was, not worried at all about the upcoming game, Ling rubbed Lu Jiayao's head with amusement.

"Just do your best in the game. You have a lot of room for improvement."

The implication is that it doesn't matter if you are a weakling now, just keep working hard and you will not be a weakling in the future.

Lu Jiayao, who did not realize the implicit meaning of the words, immediately burst into smiles when she received praise and affirmation from her senior sister.

"Yeah, yeah, got it, Senior Sister."

Looking at Lu Jiayao's smiling, chubby face, Ling couldn't help but slapped Lu Jiayao's little face hard before flying onto the stage.

Mm, it feels really good!

Lu Jiayao, whose cheeks were rubbed red, looked at the back of her senior sister as she left in a graceful manner. She felt excited and shy at the same time. Her rosy face looked more like a ripe peach, which was very beautiful.