The difficult path of cultivation for a grassroots female practitioner

Xiao Han returned to the Luo family and gave half of the spiritual fruit cakes to Luo Mingying.

Luo Mingying refused to accept it. "Sister Han, I really can't take it anymore. My brother has already taught me a lesson."

Xiao Han smiled and said, "These were given to me by others. It would be a waste if I didn't eat them. But there will be no more in the future. This is the last time, so take them and eat them."

She no longer had to check in at Xiaoyao Tower, and the free food in these flower houses was no longer available.

After Xiao Han's persuasion, Luo Mingying had no choice but to accept the spiritual fruit cakes again.

Croton is not very interested in these things and only eats a little bit occasionally.

Xiao Han practiced peacefully at home for a whole night. The next day, he practiced until half an hour before the last game, and then went out to the training ground.

When she arrived, the nun, whom she named Gao Gao, was already waiting in the lounge.

Xiao Han greeted her, sat down to drink tea, and waited for the time to go on stage.

This feeling really feels like a star rushing to attend an event.

When the time came, the two men went on stage. The old monk Luo Cheng served as the referee. After the same speech process, the two men started fighting back and forth.

Perhaps the cultivators who had seen Xiao Han fight in the previous match had no confidence in her. Not long after this competition, the referee sent her a message that she needed to be the winner today.

However, in order to make the fight exciting, interesting, and reasonable, Xiao Han must launch a desperate counterattack.

The so-called Jedi counterattack was naturally after she was beaten almost badly, she finally used her ultimate move to save her life and won the game.

So, after fighting for half an hour, Xiao Han began to "struggle" to resist again.

Gao Gao became more and more courageous as the battle went on. Even the Foundation Establishment cultivators who were watching could see that Xiao Han was now at a disadvantage.

The cultivator who wanted to stir up trouble and bet on Xiao Han to win had already started cursing in his heart.

When Gao Gao released a big move, a mountain of spiritual power flew towards Xiao Han with the momentum to suppress everything. Xiao Han restrained himself a little when he cast a defensive spiritual shield.

Then, the hill hit the spiritual shield, and the spiritual shield held up for a moment before shattering.

The remaining spiritual power mountain hit Xiao Han again, shattering the protective shield on Xiao Han's body.

Just like last time, Xiao Han flew backwards again, hit the forbidden light curtain, and fell to the ground with blood at the corner of his mouth.

Among the monks watching the match from the stage, those who had bet on Gao Gao to win could not help but cheer loudly. The monks who had bet on Xiao Han to win were already feeling very disappointed.

Just when the audience thought that the game was about to end, Xiao Han took something out of the storage bag and quickly threw it into his mouth.

Then, when Gao Gao's ordinary spell attacked again, Xiao Han had already jumped up, and the protective shield on his body was propped up again.

After resisting this attack, all the audience saw that there was still blood on the corner of Xiao Han's mouth, but his hands were quickly forming seals, and then one light ball after another was thrown towards Gao Gao continuously.

Gao Gao began to become flustered and struggled to hold on. Then, the speed of the defensive golden shield he cast was no match for the speed of the light ball. Finally, the shield broke with a loud thunder. Like Xiao Han before, he was blown and hit the forbidden light curtain, and then fell on the ring.

Xiao Han's Thunder Technique's attack power is actually not as strong as the tall spiritual power mountain, but the audience doesn't know that.

The thunder spell continued, and the rumbling sound was incessant. The spell took a short time to form, and the sound was huge. Therefore, Gao Gao used her spiritual power to force out a mouthful of old blood and spit it out directly. No one thought she was pretending to be injured and defeated.

At this point, Xiao Han successfully counterattacked.

Seeing the ball of light forming in Xiao Han's hand, ready to be fired, and Gao Gao still unable to put up the spiritual power shield, the old monk in charge of the judgment immediately announced that Xiao Han won and Gao Gao lost.

This unexpected outcome caused the few monks in the audience who bet on Xiao Han to win to cheer loudly.

Then everyone saw that after the referee announced that Xiao Han won the game, Xiao Han seemed to want to walk towards the female cultivator opposite, but after taking a few steps, his body suddenly tilted, and then he staggered a few steps, and immediately sat cross-legged on the stage and began to meditate.

The monks watching the match had already automatically imagined Xiao Han being seriously injured, relying on elixirs to suppress his injuries, and then defeating his opponent with a powerful life-saving spell. After the match, his body was immediately attacked, and so on.

Many monks who considered themselves smart shook their heads and sighed.

Alas! This female cultivator surnamed Xiao is really working hard to earn spirit stones for the competition. I wonder if the spirit stones she earns are enough to cover the cost of her physical training.

The monks who were watching the fight gradually dispersed, and the female monk surnamed Gao also staggered off the stage and entered the lounge.

Luo Cheng, who was in charge of judging, wanted to check the injuries of the female cultivator surnamed Gao, but she immediately waved her hands to indicate that she was just acting and was not really seriously injured.

Then he looked at Xiao Han who was still meditating on the stage.

When Xiao Han saw him coming, she immediately cast the "injury" spell that Shui Wuhen taught her.

Luo Cheng held Xiao Han's wrist and checked it briefly, and found that Xiao Han's blood was surging in his body and his spiritual power was in chaos. It was obvious that he had suffered serious internal injuries.

He couldn't help but frown and said, "Fellow Daoist Xiao, didn't you practice seriously yesterday? How did you suffer such severe internal injuries?"

Xiao Han looked at him with a pale face, his voice a little unsteady, "In order to make the audience believe the result of the game, I have to pay the price of getting injured."

Luo Cheng glanced at Xiao Han, and finally stopped talking.

Sigh! After all, he is a newcomer who has not played many games, or he is too honest.

He could only console him, "Fellow Daoist Xiao, it's a good thing you did this. It just made you suffer a little. Don't worry, I'll tell them to pay for your treatment when they check out."

After Luo Cheng left, Xiao Han "regulated his breathing" for two quarters of an hour as usual before leaving the arena with "heavy" steps to pay the bill.

The female steward asked tentatively, "Senior Xiao is injured this time. How long will it take to recuperate?"

Xiao Han: "I still have some good healing pills. I'll rest for two days today and tomorrow, and I should be almost fully recovered. I can compete normally the day after tomorrow."

The housekeeper heaved a sigh of relief. "That's good, that's good."

Then he continued, "Senior, you won today. The spirit stones you need to compete on stage are 20,000, plus an additional 10,000 for your medicine, plus 18,000 spirit stones as dividends. Your total this time is 48,000 spirit stones."

Xiao Han nodded, indicating that there was no problem with the accounts.

After collecting the spirit stones, Xiao Han walked out of the martial arts arena and boarded the animal cart. He lazily sat on the cart, not even looking injured at all.

"Let's go to the largest teahouse in this city." Xiao Han said to the monk driving the carriage.

It was still early before dark, so she decided to go to a teahouse and start thinking about the promotional channels for the short film.

In addition to selling short drama photo stones to wealthy monks, the biggest source of income should be cooperation with teahouses.

A teahouse is equivalent to a cinema, and she now wants to investigate the atmosphere of the cinema and whether there is any possibility of cooperation.