Chapter 850: Preliminary Examination Begins

"Boy, isn't it easy to get by in the world of immortal cultivation?" Mofang teased Lu Jin.

Lu Jin shook his head and smiled bitterly. It was not only difficult, but he was in danger of death every day. With just an insignificant negligence, he might die and rot in a corner that no one knew.

"Fortunately, no one wants to rob me because I'm too poor. Sometimes being a pauper is also a good thing."

After saying that, Lu Jin smiled self-deprecatingly, and his eyes accidentally swept over the beautiful girl. There was a hint of complex emotions in his eyes. He didn't know how to face her. He was about to be killed by her fiancé and she was indifferent. Maybe... Only he was the fool who didn't know what was going on. The world of immortal cultivation was a realistic world.

"Of course it's not easy to get by yourself. Otherwise, how about I find a good way for you?"

Lu Jin was delighted after hearing this, and was about to kneel down, but fortunately he was caught by Mofang.

"Why are you kneeling?"

"Please accept me as your disciple! I will definitely practice hard and serve you in the future!" Lv Jin shouted excitedly.

"Don't worry, I can't teach you. It's no problem to teach you to repair an airplane. So, you follow me for a few days and then go to the conference. After the competition, I will take you to find someone who will be very willing to teach you." Mo Fang is thinking about Fang Die, the head of Fangshan Sect. I guess she will be very happy to see this disciple?

"Is that so... Thank you, senior."

Lv Jin was a little disappointed. After all, the person in front of him could kick away even a martial arts master. You can imagine how high his cultivation is. But it's okay. The friend of a master must be a master. He felt very excited when he thought of this.

"Let's go. I'll take you to visit the transport plane of the Mechanical Empire." Mo Fang said and walked towards the transport plane.

"Senior...they..."

Lv Jin pointed at the old man in the Wuhun stage and the Jindan stage cultivator. According to the rules of the Xiuxian world, they should be killed at this time. Mo Fang looked back and slapped his forehead. Yes! I forgot about this! Thinking of this, he turned around and walked towards the old man in the Wuhun stage.

Just when everyone thought that a Wuhun stage master was about to die, everyone was stunned. Mo Fang did not kill him but took off all the Xumi bags on the old man's body, wiped off the marks and threw them to Lu Jin. He looked at the second generation of cultivators who was scared and felt that he didn't have anything valuable, so he let him go.

"How is it, is there no problem this time? Come on, I'll take you to visit."

"…………"

Lv Jin was speechless, but after looking at the several Xumi bags in his arms, he felt that he deserved it. After all, those two monks wanted to kill him, and it was understandable that they took some things away if they failed to kill him. So he stuffed several Xumi bags into his arms, looked back at the beautiful girl, and then chased the magic cube without looking back. The Xumi bags of the martial soul master attracted many greedy eyes, but no one dared to show it.

Behind him, the girl opened her mouth but didn't shout out.

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Days passed by.

The ancestor of the martial soul level was beaten and almost killed in the market. The news spread like wings. Many people became interested in the transport plane and the mechanical empire. There were many more people near the transport plane, but no one dared to approach it casually, because there were four weirdos with martial soul cultivation standing in four directions outside, motionless like stone men.

As the competition approached, Lu Jin was very nervous. This competition was open to not only disciples of large sects, but also young people from independent cultivation or families. Those who performed well would have a good reputation, and those who performed poorly would naturally not be cared about.

Mofang advised Lu Jin that there was no need to be so nervous. Wouldn't it be nice to play video games and animation every day? Watching a movie was also a good choice. However, this kid seemed to take cultivation very seriously and didn't play or practice every day. Mofang simply asked two high-end mechanical soldiers to accompany him to practice fighting. The high-end mechanical soldiers had to suppress their strength to a level slightly higher than Lu Jin, otherwise the kid would be thrown out of the street with one punch.

Lu Jin was very happy. Although he was beaten black and blue by the high-end mechanical soldiers every day, he was happy. It was a wonderful thing that he could never dream of to have a martial arts master to practice with him.

Especially after seeing nearly fifty martial arts masters sitting neatly in the cabin, he was even more in awe of Mo Fang. This strength was almost equivalent to five large sects, and there were also those strange high-tech gadgets. In short, it was very mysterious. Lu Jin had a feeling that those martial arts masters seemed to be the same person, with the same appearance, except for the mysterious number, the same aura and movements, very mysterious...

Mo Fang still went out for a stroll when he had nothing to do, just like before, to see the arrogant young emperors fighting, to see those who had grudges and were hostile to each other, and some who attacked those young men who might be threatening in order to get good results in the competition. In short, it was very exciting, and any reader could write a heart-wrenching martial arts novel.

After seven boring days, finally, the first round of the competition began.

As many people imagine, the initial test was held at the same time because there were too many people. The losers left and the winners stayed. Some people could have made it into the top ten, but they met the top three masters. Well, they left. When asked about fairness, the organizers would say, when has the world of immortal cultivation ever been fair? Luck is also a kind of strength.

There is also a place to bet next to the competition venue. The bets are all spirit stones, and everyone is having a lot of fun.

Of course, most of the outstanding people in this competition are those disciples of big sects. The disciples of small sects are barely able to do so. The independent cultivators are basically eliminated first, except for the gifted freaks like Lu Jin.

This is a good opportunity to show off and a good opportunity to bloom. Handsome men and beautiful women show their elegance on the competition stage. In addition to the competition, it is also a good opportunity to win the favor of outstanding opposite sex. For example, if someone suddenly falls in love with you, we are all geniuses and we can have a genius child in the future. Hello, I am good, everyone is good.

In addition to those who like to show off, there are many cruel and ruthless people. Breaking their legs and feet is a light punishment. After a competition, two or three genius seedlings were destroyed and became ordinary people. They said it was an accident, but in fact they were all enemies. There is nothing more joyful than destroying the genius of the enemy.

Mofang has been observing the whole competition. Through here, he can see many characteristics of the immortal world, such as cruel and decisive, etc. They are very suitable for survival, but they are also rarely able to survive. Mofang once expressed his concern about occupying the Shenwu Continent after seeing many geniuses, but now it seems that such worries are completely unnecessary. Humans will not unite to fight against foreign enemies because of the invasion of the Mechanical Empire. Those geniuses who can become masters and enemies of the Mechanical Empire will find it difficult to grow up.

Except for their own geniuses, other people's geniuses are future enemies. With this idea, one genius after another died, otherwise there would be no chance of zombies flooding now, and they would have been beaten into corpse sauce.