As a lucky man, Mr. Luo Cheng drew a red bamboo stick.

The master of Yan Wutong specially gave him a Peiyuan Pill and asked him to take it on the spot.

Then say:

"Lao Luo, meditate and practice tonight to accumulate energy.

Tomorrow, I will work hard and dry the radish heads!"

Mr. Luocheng was thinking:

Don't do this with me. I don't know these kids' tricks yet?

I'm so old, I haven't seen anything before?

Even if you give me 100 pills, I wouldn’t dare to duel with that little prodigy!

snort!

I will give in at that time!

Hehe... As long as I don't hurt my body, I can advance peacefully.

Anyway, I don’t need to join any strengthening class.”

He made a plan.

"It's not embarrassing to admit defeat. If you keep the green mountains without fear of burning firewood.

I'm still driving steadily at my age!"

But I knew that the Lord Yan Wutong said another sentence:

"Lao Luo, tomorrow's duel is not your own duel, you represent the honor of the ninth level of Qi training cultivators in our entire sect!

You must use all your strength to beat me hard!

If you want to retain your strength...

Hehe... Then we can see that you will be disqualified from upgrading to the star realm at that time!"

When the old man Luocheng heard this, the wrinkles on his old face were even more bitter than bitter melon:

"Bah!

You guys are too much!

Let me fight the newborn tiger with such an old bone?

What if I was beaten to death by someone...

Poor my old mother,

I'll go back to see her!"

In the two competitions of Xiao Luobu Head, his opponent was either crippled or half-dead.

This is one of the reasons why many monks dare not come on stage to compete with him.

Mr. Luocheng, tears of grievance were flowing out.

Master Yan quickly comforted him and said:

"Lao Luo, don't worry, you have no worries about life.

In your competition tomorrow, the elders and bosses of the sect will always pay attention to you. Your life is guaranteed, so don’t worry.

In addition, don’t be tempted to kill when fighting with Little Radish Head!

When I saw his two competitions, it was because Anshun and An Ruyan's family were so murderous, so they ended up so miserably.

If you want to kill someone, then they will naturally fight back and want to kill you!

As long as you have no intention of killing and take a steady and peaceful way to win, that's all?"

Master Yan gave him a face-to-face instruction and told him how to fight the Little Radish Head.

This made Mr. Luocheng feel a little better.

He thought that as long as he did not die, he did not say anything seriously injured...

You can also go to the ring to show off your face.

He has been too low-key in the sect for so many years.

Practice honestly.

I really don't care about the world, I don't care about other things.

Although all the disciples of the ninth level of Qi training know him, the sect is so big that many disciples don’t know him at all.

And there are so many big guys paying attention to him, he is a little moved.

Seeing that Lao Duo was still hesitating and did not make up his mind to have a headache with Xiao Luobu, Yan Wutongyan patted his shoulder and said:

"Old Luo, OK!

As long as you go on stage to participate in tomorrow's duel, then I guarantee it!

You are the first among the more than a thousand disciples in the ninth level of Qi training to advance to a star-level monk.

And I will give you a holiday, go back and see your old mother!"

After hearing the promise from Master Yan and the conditions offered by Lao Luo, more than a thousand nine disciples of Qi Refining under the stage heard it, and each of them was envious.

They also regretted it at this moment. How good would it be if they drew that red bamboo stick?

It is still not certain whether the ninth level of Qi Refining can successfully advance to the star level.

There is a need to break through the bottleneck.

This time is either one year, two years, ten years, or a hundred years!

By then, life span has been exhausted and there has not been a breakthrough, then all previous efforts will be wasted.

As long as they advance to a star monk, their lifespan can be increased by 500 years!

So everyone wants to advance.

Now that Lao Luo has the promise of this hall master, what is his bottleneck? None of the difficulties is not a problem.

At this moment, everyone's eyes became envious one by one.

Mr. Luocheng finally became determined:

"Since the Lord of the Hall is so fond of his disciples, he is willing to complete this difficult task for the Lord of the Hall of the Hall of the Hall of the Hall of the Hall of the Hall of the Sect!

Lord, remember your promise!”

For the old man, as long as he can survive the duel and is determined to be promoted to a star monk, he can obtain a lifespan of five hundred years, so he can try any risks!

There is no time to practice.

For these monks, the most precious thing in the world is not power or money.

It's time.

There is a chance when there is time.

There is a chance to advance to a higher level.

Then you will get more life span.

This is the ultimate pursuit of immortality by monks.

...

"Daughter, wake up soon. I'm so sad for you like this!"

An Qifeng and his wife were two men standing in front of An Ruyan's bed, crying like tears.

Although this elder An is usually cruel to others, he is full of affection for his family.

No one would have thought that Elder An, who usually has a look like a solid piece of iron, would be howling and crying.

His daughter is now in a coma in the bed.

The spine on my body was broken inch by inch, and it would definitely not take a day or two to cure it.

It will take as long as one or two years to recover.

In the past two years, An Ruyan has been unable to practice and can only lie on the hospital bed.

This was the worst blow to her in her prime.

Two years later, it is still a question whether her cultivation can recover.

She has to start practicing from scratch.

At that time, her heart of Tao and her confidence will be greatly affected.

She has no pride and confidence.

His wife cried even more sadly:
To be continued...