From a young medicine seller to a Taoist master

His body was shining with golden light, he was full of vigor and vitality, and his demeanor was extraordinary. Every strike of his was accompanied by a ray of light, stirring up endless storms.

He was beaten back step by step. His strength was great, but he had a huge weakness. He needed conditions to exert his full strength. The situation he feared most was someone like Wang Mian, who could defeat ten opponents with his own strength.

However, Wang Mian was not feeling well either. His attack was greatly affected and he could not exert his true power. He could suppress him by himself, which meant he would lose 600 of his own money and injure 500 of the enemy.

But he no longer cared about it. This was normal. If this situation had not happened, he would have suspected that he had come to the wrong place.

The space was confined in another way. The treasure mirror cooperated with Wang Shi to emit a light that shot up into the sky, which turned into a heavenly sword and slashed down, causing the void to become silent.

The halberd shook, and a shadow of a warrior appeared behind him, resisting the blow. There were collision sounds one after another. Boom! ! The big palm slapped down, suppressing the enemies in all directions.

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The fierce battle between the two continued, and neither of them had an absolute advantage, but Wang Mian had the upper hand for a long time, and finally Wang Mian won.

Wang Shi was definitely at the forefront among these people, otherwise he would not be qualified to fight with Wang Mian for so long. However, neither side used their true strength and was just trying out their skills. Especially Wang Mian, the advantage of his combat body was not fully utilized.

"I lost," Wang Shi didn't care about this matter. Instead, he was full of fighting spirit. The two of them didn't suffer any real injuries, but they were both standing.

"Thank you for giving in." Wang Mian didn't care. He restrained his breath and returned to the crowd as if nothing had happened.

The competition was over and everyone returned to the Blue Sky Pavilion.

The main purpose of this competition is to test the strength of the three, and it is also a secret comparison. Of course, it is also to confirm the words, so there will be a situation where the first bird to stick its head out will be shot. Those who take the initiative to compete are basically these people.

People like them who have lofty ambitions will not be content to live under the feet of others.

In order to disguise itself as much as possible, the Bikong Pavilion is usually a restaurant. Yes, it is a restaurant. There are a large number of monster corpses on the front line, and it would be a waste if they were not used. They will become the main source of meat for the city.

And because the meat is all Yuanying level monster meat, it has a large flow of people and is very popular, so there are restaurants of all sizes, and it has almost formed a unique culture. There are many ways to cook monster meat.

And because of its own reasons, the Blue Sky Pavilion has Lianxu level monster meat from time to time, which also leads to an unusually large flow of people.

"Okay, it's time to get to work. By the way, I advise you two to change your clothes," Gong Ming said.

"Work? What?" Xu Mofeng was speechless. It probably knew what to do.

"Damn, it's dark! It's so damn dark!" It cursed inwardly, but there was nothing it could do.

That's right, they are cooks, and they call it training their mind. It is also an old tradition that the seniors tear off the umbrellas of the juniors so that they can experience the feeling of being caught in the rain.

Almost every generation of Shadow members has done this, so it has become a tradition.

But I have to say that it is really good for training one's character. It's like asking a billionaire president to raise pigs. One needs to have a strong character.

Yingchuan has started looking at the cookbook. He hasn't cooked for hundreds of years, so he is a little unfamiliar with it.

"What if we encounter one that is not completely dead?" Wang Mian asked this question. His right hand suppressed a living Nascent Soul monster.

Gong Ming walked up to him expressionlessly and punched it casually, causing it to explode again, thus killing it completely.

Wang Mian smiled speechlessly, then continued to deal with it.

This is also a place for them to make some extra money. At the same time, some rare monster meat will be secretly sent here to be used for their training, which is also something to be thankful for.

At the same time, it can also allow them to better understand the monsters, study them, and better target them.

Currently, Zhenyaoguan already has methods to deal with those monsters, but they are not mature enough and cannot be truly used.

Yingchuan's technique was sophisticated and he had a lot of experience in killing people. He was quite adept at handling the situation and his hands were very fast.

In addition, there is a salary. Nearly a thousand high-quality spirit stones a month is a good income.

Then Yingchuan threw it into the furnace. He would not do such a thing. Another clone came out of his body, 9527-2.0, and then went to practice. This is basically what everyone does here.

It is around March now and there is still some time before the competition, so they have nothing to do for the time being.

Suddenly, a huge bell rang, pausing everything everyone was doing.

Generally, this kind of situation occurs when monsters invade. Everyone in the city is familiar with it, and the entire city implements a model of everyone being a soldier, with a large number of cultivators heading to the front line.

The Blue Sky Pavilion was closed directly, and there were no requirements in this regard for the shadow members, so they had to rely on themselves.

A formation lit up in the center, which was both a teleportation formation and a shadow-retaining formation. They easily understood the situation on the battlefield.

"Brother Ying, are you interested in going together?" someone asked He Yingchuan immediately, which was considered a kind of respect.

Yingchuan didn't reply, but didn't refuse either. They smiled at each other, and the seven people including Yingchuan set off.

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This is different from any previous war. This is a real war, even a war at the fusion level. It can be said to be truly devastating. Nascent Soul cultivators are dying all the time, and they don't even have a name.

Hundreds of thousands of armies on both sides were fighting each other, and it was divided into three battlefields. The Yuanying, Huashen, Lianxu and Heti masters had not joined the battle yet, but even if they joined, they would not know.

The seven people did not separate, and it is very likely that they will not come back. They went there to gain experience, not to be killed.

Entering the battle is like a fish entering the sea. If they join forces, they may suffer a great loss if they are not careful.

The blood mist continued to explode, and no Nascent Soul monster could withstand a single blow and roam the battlefield.

puff! ! !

A bright sword light appeared, followed by several attacks of comparable power. Killing the monster in front of him was considered an honor.

However, in order to survive, some people took an extreme step and forcibly endured the tribulation of transformation into a god in exchange for a chance to live. After all, the average Nascent Soul could not withstand the tribulation of transformation into a god, and would not risk their lives to forcibly kill those who were undergoing the tribulation, since they might not succeed anyway.

Yingchuan and others specifically choose these monsters to attack, which makes it more interesting, and hunting such monsters can better serve the purpose of training.

To be on the safe side, they gathered together to kill the monster. After all, no one wanted to capsize in the ditch, which would not be funny.

In the thunder tribulation, a golden eagle-like Golden Thousand Emperor Feathers bird was enduring the tribulation, and its feathers were almost broken.