Chapter 523 Disciple, Please Let Me Go (58)

But she didn't notice anything was wrong at all. She withdrew her gaze and returned to the competition ring.

Naturally, the competition between cultivators will not be like that in the mortal world. They possess magic weapons, and every move contains power that ordinary people cannot imagine. If they meet a strong one, they can destroy most of the arena.

Fortunately, this is the realm of cultivation, and there are repair formations all over the body. Whenever the arena is destroyed, it will automatically restore itself.

The foundation-building monk is the one with the lowest cultivation level in the sect. As a mid-level monk, Baishui has to compete with disciples of the same level. Logically speaking, the opponent's qualifications should be good, but he failed to survive even half of it and lost. .

Although Shen Mubai had doubts in his heart, he still said calmly, "Your cultivation level is no worse than theirs."

Bai Shui's fingers holding the sword tightened slightly, and then he whispered, "Disciple will reflect on his own."

Shen Mubai nodded, "Nothing, just work harder to practice from now on."

Bai Shui did not raise his head, but just said, "Master, do you want to watch senior brother's next game?"

Chen Mubai said, "Yeah."

Bai Shui raised his eyes and glanced at her, with a trace of unknown emotion in his eyes, "Although my disciple also wants to witness the grace of my senior brother, I just lost some energy in the competition, so I want to go back and rest."

Chen Mubai was stunned for a moment. He checked the other person's aura, but it was a little weak, so he threw a bottle of elixir from the storage bag into his hand, "Take it."

Bai Shui lowered his eyes slightly, "Thank you, Master, and I will take my leave."

This incident seemed to be just an interlude, and Shen Mubai's attention was quickly attracted by the competition on the ring.

Although today's world of cultivation is difficult to produce great talents due to the lack of spiritual power, Qiyang Sect, as a large sect, has countless outstanding disciples, including many in the early stage of Golden Core.

Yanrong has dual spiritual roots, which already has a great advantage in terms of qualifications. What's more, although his own cultivation is extremely fast, it is actually solid. Among the many disciples in the early stage of Jindan, he was also very powerful and gained a lot of limelight, which made the elders especially jealous and envious of Suyi for having such a disciple.

However, Shen Mubai was half relieved, thinking that Yan Rong should be able to get the top spot this time.

The competition on the stage had come to an end, and no one expected that when another disciple on the stage was about to be defeated by Yan Rong, a breathless invisible pressure hit his face like an overwhelming force.

Then a man appeared out of thin air on the ring. He looked about thirty years old, but his temples were slightly white, and he had an unfathomable aura of terror around him.

"Could that be... a powerful person in the out-of-body stage?"

"No, this kind of terrifying coercion is at least in the distraction stage. Could it be that he is the senior Chang Yi who just came out of seclusion?"

"As a late-stage Nascent Soul like me, when encountering such a powerful person, he feels like an ant."

In the world of cultivation, the difference between each level is the level of cultivation. Just one level can be suppressed by others. What's more, he is one of the few powerful men in the sect, so the monks around him feel unprecedented pressure.

Those with slightly lower qualifications are almost vomiting blood.

But no one dared to object. They could only look at the man on the stage, wanting to see what he wanted to do.

As early as the moment the man's figure appeared, Shen Mubai had an ominous premonition in her heart. She quickly fell onto the stage and blocked the banquet behind her. The terrifying feeling that the blood in her body seemed to be suppressed made her chest tremble. Overwhelming, he finally swallowed it hard and said, "I wonder what senior is talking about?"