It’s just cultivating immortality, who isn’t a favorite of heaven?

At night, several people gathered together to drink. Everyone was happy for Shen Yunjian, and no one used spiritual power to dissolve the effects of the alcohol. Everyone was drunk.

Cheng Shuyan also drank quite a bit, so he went to the yard alone to get some fresh air.

Shen Yunjian's face was red from drinking. Seeing Cheng Shuyan was alone, he followed her out with some wine in his hand.

"Ayan, thank you for coming. You don't know that you are the first friend I made. You don't know how happy I am to see you here."

Although his eyes were blurry, his words were very sincere.

"Shen Yunjian, I should thank you. If it weren't for you, I don't know where I would be now!"

If Shen Yunjian had not appeared, she would not have met her master successfully, nor would she have learned about the world of immortal cultivation. It is hard to say whether she could find the world of immortal cultivation successfully.

"This is my gift. I wonder if you like it." As she said that, she handed a khaki egg to Shen Yunjian.

This egg was snatched from her senior brother Ji Qinglin. Once when she pretended to be angry, Ji Qinglin gave her this egg as an apology.

Speaking of which, she hadn't seen her senior brother for a long time. Before she left the sect, her senior brother had already gone out traveling.

"This is a golden-winged eagle's egg!" Shen Yunjian's eyes showed joy as soon as he saw the egg.

"I once read a storybook in which there was a one-armed hero whose pet was an eagle. I really envied him!

Hahaha, Ah Yan really understands me, I love this gift so much."

"As long as you like it." Cheng Shuyan also smiled.

At this moment, Ji Qinglin, who was lying in a daze in a secret place, suddenly sneezed.

He sat up, pulled up the grass on the ground, and fed it to the chicken lying beside him, muttering to himself.

“I don’t know how long it will take for them to realize they can’t contact me.

Jiang Hongyue and old man Wuwei are definitely not something we can rely on, but the junior sister might be a possibility.

But Junior Sister’s cultivation isn’t strong enough, so I’m afraid she won’t be able to find me. I’m afraid I won’t be able to leave for a while.”

Jiang Hongyue, who was working as a blacksmith in the Hidden World Sect, also sneezed: "That Ji Qinglin must be scolding me again!"

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Most of the high-level cultivators who came to watch the ceremony brought their younger disciples with them. The high-level cultivators needed to discuss matters, so the Shen family naturally needed to settle their younger disciples.

So a small sparring meeting was held at the Shen family's martial arts training ground, hosted by the Shen family's foundation-building cultivator and attended by cultivators in the Qi training stage.

Opponents were assigned to the contestants according to their cultivation level. Almost all the contestants were at the seventh level of Qi training or above. Cheng Shuyan did not participate because his cultivation level was insufficient.

However, she was quite interested in this competition. Since she started practicing, there had been no cultivators of the same level in the sect.

Later, a man left the sect and met Tian Yiyi, and both of them experienced life-and-death battles.

Therefore, she has not seen other Qi-cultivating cultivators competing with each other.

Almost all the contestants this time were talented disciples from various forces, and she just wanted to see how these geniuses fought.

The first match was between a disciple from the Shen family and a disciple from the sect, both of them were at the seventh level of Qi training.

The magic weapon of the cultivator from the Shen family is an alchemy furnace, which is consistent with the identity of the Shen family's alchemy cultivator.

The man who was competing with him was holding a long spear. When he swung the spear, the spear shadows crossed and the alchemy furnaces of the Shen family cultivators smashed into each other.

The two of them went back and forth, seemingly fiercely, but in fact, they both had some energy left. After all, it was the first game, and it was just a warm-up, so the two of them just did it for fun.

After a while, the man from the Shen family gradually showed signs of fatigue, so he simply stopped and admitted defeat, and the competition ended with the victory of the sect disciple.

Next, the contestants came on stage one by one. The competition was much more intense than the first one, and everyone gradually became serious.

Several people who had gathered that day also participated in the competition. All the members of the Tianyin Sect were music practitioners, so Meng Tingwan and Ye Chenghuan's magic weapons were all musical instruments.

They relied on the sounds of their musical instruments to fight the enemy. Different sounds had different effects. The monks who fought against these two people were distracted and quickly defeated.

Lin Ziqi looks unreliable, but he is actually very powerful. Just standing on the martial arts stage with a big sword on his shoulder, he looks very imposing.

The result was not surprising. His opponent was beaten so badly that he had no chance to fight back.

Pei Xuan's method was shocking. As soon as he came on the stage, he took out a stack of talismans and slapped a Vajra Talisman on himself first.

Cheng Shuyan took a look and saw that he also had a fireball talisman, an ice talisman, a wind blade talisman, etc. in his hand.

"Has Fellow Daoist Pei's fighting style always been so... unique?"

Cheng Shuyan couldn't help but ask Shen Yunyao beside him.

After all, although monks will use talismans to assist in combat, they generally do not use talismans alone, but rather use talismans as a backup.

Shen Yunyao was not surprised by this: "He is like this, he likes to throw money at people, and he has too much money to burn."

That's right. Just the stack of talismans in Pei Xuan's hand is worth at least a thousand spirit stones. Many Qi training cultivators cannot earn so many spirit stones even after several years.

When his opponent saw him take out the stack of talismans, he simply gave up fighting him. After all, he couldn't win, so there was no need to waste his spiritual power.

The last match was somewhat unexpected, as it was a battle between Helan Ci and Song Xu.

Song Xu is a cultivator from the Tianjian Sect, so his weapon is naturally a sword.

Song Xu, who is usually taciturn and has little presence, suddenly became fierce after holding his sword.

"Fellow Daoist Helan, I've heard that you're the greatest of this generation in the Helan family. I've long wanted to learn from you. Today's a rare opportunity, so please be generous and teach me."

Song Xu held a sword, his eyes gleaming with excitement, and he was completely different from his usual self.

"Fellow Daoist Song, you are too polite. Everyone knows that the Heavenly Sword Sect has produced a battle maniac. I have to ask for mercy from you, fellow Daoist."

Helan Ci also changed his gentle expression and said eagerly.

After the two of them exchanged pleasantries, they attacked each other in tacit understanding.

As a sword cultivator, Song Xu's attack methods were very pure. Each move contained murderous intent. His sword moves carried terrifying momentum and hit Helan Ci's vital points directly.

Helan Ci did not take out any magic weapon. Facing Song Xu's attack, he used several spells in a short breath to dissolve the sword moves one by one.

Then, a series of freezing ice spells took shape between his fingers.

Song Xu didn't care about these spells. He didn't even dodge. He swung his sword to chop at the ice spikes that were stabbing towards him, and killed Song Xu with the same momentum.

The competition between these two people brought the competition to a climax, and the rest of the people watched with great interest.

"Brother Helan's skills have improved again. The last time I saw him attack, he wasn't this fierce."

Shen Yunyao was stunned watching from the side and couldn't help muttering.

Lin Ziqi, who was standing by, was also greatly shocked. "Yeah, and there's also this brat Song Xu! The name 'Fighting Maniac' is well deserved! His fighting style is getting more and more crazy!"

Cheng Shuyan also felt that once Song Xu started fighting, the only thing on his mind was attacking.

He doesn't care how many attacks he faces, never goes back to defend, and just keeps advancing to retreat, forcing his opponents to follow his rhythm.