After being read by the mind, my apprentice wanted to rebel

While the Berserk Pill could briefly boost the user's cultivation, its side effects were extremely severe, severing the user's meridians and rendering them completely crippled. Therefore, this pill was strictly prohibited in the world of immortal cultivation. Unexpectedly, such a pill appeared on the first day of the Grand Competition.

"Everyone, rest assured. My Sword Sect will conduct a thorough investigation and will not tolerate any leniency." Chen Ping's face was also ashen. He waved his hand, and the dark figure left.

People from all sides looked at Lin Xian'er with regret. Such a young genius had fallen just like that. Alas.

At this time, Elder He was immersed in the dream of obtaining a high-level spiritual weapon, and had no idea of ​​the crisis he would face next.

On the stage, Lin Xian'er no longer underestimated the enemy and used the magic of movement to avoid the sword energy. Soon, she had several more wounds on her body. After all, she was in the Spirit Transformation Stage. After thinking about it, she took out the pot lid that she used to avoid the thunder tribulation last time and hid inside it.

[Hmph, you little incarnation, look at my pot lid.]

Uh, Xie Qijun looked speechlessly at the pot lid that covered Lin Xian'er completely. As expected, he didn't have to worry about her.

Li Sen looked at the pot cover in front of him with disdain. Lin Xian'er was really crazy. This mere pot cover could block his attack. What a joke. He increased his attack, but all the attacks were absorbed when they approached the pot cover.

No, that's impossible. Li Sen's eyes were bloodshot as he attacked continuously. Lin Xian'er, hiding in the pot lid, was getting annoyed. The pot lid had absorbed 90% of the energy, and the remaining 10% had pierced her butt. Damn it, if I get hemorrhoids, I'm going to melt this pot lid.

Time passed slowly, and Lin Xian'er could clearly feel Li Sen's power weakening. Hey, grandson, I'm going to avenge my ass. In a flash, Lin Xian'er directly raised the pot lid upright, formed a fire attack seal, and smashed Li Sen's face with a hammer when he dodged.

Bang! Li Sen vomited blood and flew away, but was thrown back onto the field by the barrier. As he landed, Lin Xian'er dodged beside him, intending to strike him again, but Li Sen suddenly convulsed, his entire body turning dark blue, as if all the energy had been drained out of him.

Looking at Li Sen's situation with doubt, Lin Xian'er couldn't help but think of something. Then she moved away from him and shouted loudly towards the platform, "He tried to scam me, but I didn't do it."

She would never admit anything about this situation.

The scene was silent and awkward.

The first person to react was Yao Aofeng from the Weapon Alliance, "Hahahaha, the little girl is quite humorous." He had never seen any of her weapons before, and he really wanted to take them to study.

The others also reacted at this time, and Jian Zong announced publicly that the winner was Lin Xianer.

Huh? So they're not going to pursue the matter anymore? Otherwise, the Sword Sect wouldn't have declared her the winner so straightforwardly. Reassured, Lin Xian'er stepped down from the stage, walked over to Xie Qijun, and angrily threw the pot lid at him. "Disciple, this magical weapon is yours."

[Oh my ass, this damn pot lid is broken. Ooooooooo, it hurts, please end it quickly, I really want to go back and lie down.]

[Host, it absorbed 90% of the attacks, so it's still pretty powerful. Don't be so disgusted with it.]

Humph, Lin Xian'er doesn't want to discuss this anymore.

Xie Qijun put away the magic weapon, although he didn't want to use it much.

Everyone who had been paying attention to Lin Xian'er saw her generously give the magic weapon to her disciple. They were so envious. They could also become her disciples. Is the treatment in Xiaoyun Sect so good?

Feeling the probing gazes of others, Xie Qijun directly blocked Lin Xian'er behind him. He hated the way these people looked at her.

The subsequent matches went on without incident; Xie Qijun didn't have a turn today. Just as Lin Xian'er and the others were about to leave, Yao Aofeng, leader of the Weapon Alliance, stopped them. "Hahahahaha, hello, fellow immortals! I sincerely apologize for disturbing you. I'm Yao Aofeng, leader of the Weapon Alliance. I'm very interested in fellow immortal Lin's magical weapon. I wonder which immortal forged it?"

"You shouldn't have come here if you knew you were disturbing me," Xie Qijun said coldly.

Yao Aofeng stopped the people below and adjusted his mood in an instant. "Young people have bad tempers. Only by controlling them properly can they climb to higher positions. Otherwise, their wings will be broken halfway and it will be too late to regret."

Lin Xian'er tugged at Xie Qijun's sleeve. They didn't need to offend anyone. "I'm sorry, your disciple is being rude. My magical instruments were all made by my third senior brother."

"Oh~ It's that genius weapon refiner He Yun." No wonder Yao Aofeng remembered him. He had invited that man to his weapon alliance before. He didn't expect that he had grown to this point. However, his taste was a bit strange. "I wonder when Senior Brother will be free. We from the weapon alliance would like to come and ask for your advice."

"You should ask my senior brother about this. Sorry, we have something else to do and need to leave first." Lin Xian'er wanted to go back and lie down to rest her poor butt.

Seeing that the other party had no intention of talking, Yao Aofeng did not delay any longer and said goodbye directly.

On the way, Yao Jingxing was puzzled, "Dad, Xie Qijun obviously doesn't like us. Why should we try our best to please him and make ourselves miserable?"

Yao Aofeng saw his proudest son, and he knew that the Weapon Alliance would be handed over to him in the future. "How many people in the Weapon Alliance can make the magical weapon used by Lin Xian'er?"

Yao Jingxing understood that their Weapon Alliance was currently short of talent, especially high-level weapon refiners. "Son, I understand."

On the way back to the inn, Lin Xian'er and her friend encountered a few ignorant people, and Xie Qijun took care of them directly.

Back at the inn, [Host, you've just revealed two magical weapons and someone's already targeting you. Be careful.]

Lin Xian'er felt that her previous thoughts were too naive, not considering the great appeal of magical instruments to cultivators. She must be more cautious in the future. At the same time, she also knew that a good ironsmith must be strong himself. This time, she did not lie down and rest, but instead seized the opportunity to practice.

Xie Qijun also strives to practice every minute and every second. He still has enemies to kill, and his current strength is too weak.

The next morning, Lin Xian'er packed up and went to the competition site again. Today it was Xie Qijun's turn, and his opponent was Yun Rao, a disciple of the Bliss Sect.

Yun Rao looked at the handsome Xie Qijun shyly, and supported her proud breasts. "Little brother, are you interested in practicing dual cultivation with your sister?"

Xie Qijun hated this kind of talk the most. It reminded him of what he had to do every day in his past life when he was trapped by Lin Xian'er at the foot of Xianyun Peak. The more he thought about it, the angrier and more disgusted he became. Xie Qijun's eyes turned bloodshot. "You deserve to die!" He immediately took action and rushed towards Yun Rao with murderous intent.

The two men kept fighting. Xie Qijun was extremely brutal in anger. Yun Rao's body was covered with blood holes. When she was not paying attention, Xie Qijun grabbed her neck. The feeling of being unable to breathe made her extremely painful.

"Xie Qijun," Lin Xian'er called out worriedly. Why did he suddenly become like this?

Yun Qing, the leader of the Bliss Sect, stood up angrily and said, "Xie'er, you are so bold." After saying that, she directly shattered the isolation shield on the stage, jumped off the stage, and attacked Xie Qijun.

Seeing this, Lin Xian'er dodged to Xie Qijun's side and withstood Yun Qing's attack, sending a powerful blast of air scattering in all directions. Knowing she was no match for Yun Qing, Lin Xian'er mobilized the power of the lightning tribulation within her body.

Yun Qing immediately felt the power of the lightning tribulation around him and quickly distanced himself. Lin Xian'er could actually use the lightning tribulation? No immortal cultivator had ever been able to do this. "Let go of Yun Rao. We surrender this match."

Lin Xian'er didn't want to fight anymore and reached out to ask Xie Qijun to let him go, but the guy was immersed in his own world. She had no choice but to slap him on the head and said, "Wake up."

In a moment of carelessness, Xie Qijun was caught and let go of Yun Rao's neck. Then he glared at Lin Xian'er angrily, "Damn woman, all women deserve to die."

Seeing this look, Lin Xian'er was a little panicked. Her first reaction was to hit him to death with a brick, and she did so.

With a loud thud, Xie Qijun fell to the ground with a bloodshot forehead. The entire audience fell silent again.

As long as she wasn't embarrassed, it was others who were embarrassed. Lin Xian'er quickly sent the panting Yun Rao over and said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. My disciple is heartbroken and can't stand hearing people talk about dual cultivation or something like that. Alas, emotional pain is the most hurtful. His sorrow is like a river flowing backwards, and his wounds are so hideous that it breaks anyone's heart and makes anyone cry. Please forgive me."

Yun Qing looked at Lin Xian'er with complicated eyes, said nothing more, and left with Yun Rao.