The Two Proud Sky Dragons’ Shura Fields: Chapter 3 Personal disciple

Qi Feng is far ahead and has already passed the 2,321 steps, and the elders in the hall can't help but cast their eyes on him, with eyes showing admiration: "This is a good seedling, cultivated well, and will be another saint in the future. Those who are strong in the realm are expected to reach the unity realm. Xiuzhi, I think it's time to decide on the candidate for your apprentice."

Yuexiu Zhidao: "Wait a little longer."

The master of Qianlan Peak sneered: "You pick all the good seedlings, do you still want a **** to be your apprentice?"

This guy is called Lu Fanyi, although this guy has a cheap mouth, he is actually Yue Xiuzhi's best friend.

Yue Xiuzhi looked calm, as if he didn't hear Lu Fanyi's teasing, but in fact he was complaining in his heart—

You really confirmed it, the apprentice I want to accept is still a fairy.

After a period of time, Qi Feng had already walked up to 3,556 steps, while Pei Ming and the other two were around 2,800 steps, and most of the rest were concentrated in more than 1,000 steps.

At this time, some people in the hall began to pay attention to Pei Ming, and the master of Tianji Peak was a little surprised and said: "This little baby is not bad, other leading people have cultivation bases, but he has no cultivation base, but he can Into the top five."

"Yes, it seems that the talent is extremely high, and it is a piece of jade." The other elders also said.

Lu Fanyi was also a little surprised: "Although he can't compare to that kid from the Qi family, he's still a good seed. That kid from the Qi family came here for Yuexiu, and I won't **** him. I'll accept this kid."

Yue Xiuzhi raised his eyes, looked at Lu Fanyi, and said, "No, I accept this child."

Lu Fan was puzzled immediately: "Are you stupid? Don't want such a good seed like Qi Feng, but grab me instead?"

Fu Yuan also persuaded: "Xiu Zhi, this is your first disciple, so you should think carefully about it."

"Let's just watch." After finishing speaking, Yue Xiuzhi stopped talking and focused on looking at the video.

This must be a good look, after all, this is the only chance for the little wolf cub to show off in the past few years. When he is found out that he can't practice, he will be a pitiful little boy.

Pei Ming walked faster and faster, throwing away the other two, and stepped into the ranks of the three thousand ranks, but Qi Feng was about to enter the four thousand ranks.

Pei Ming couldn't see Qi Feng, he just concentrated on walking his own way. The pressure around his body was getting heavier and heavier, but it was still within a tolerable range, but he was really a little hungry now.

Pei Ming suspected that in the end, he might not be so crushed that he couldn't walk, but fainted from hunger.

He gritted his teeth, stroked his empty stomach, and continued walking.

Qi Feng's speed had already slowed down at level 5,000, but Pei Ming, who was at level 4,000, was still getting faster and faster—because he was worried that he would faint from hunger, so he wanted to end it as soon as possible.

Finally, when Qi Feng reached the 6,800th step, Pei Ming overtook him under Qi Feng's unbelievable eyes.

It was already night, and six hours had passed since the beginning, but such things as sleeping had long since had nothing to do with the senior elders in the temple. On the contrary, they looked at Pei Ming's small figure in surprise: "I didn't expect this kid to be so secretive. Xiuzhi's vision is too accurate."

Pei Ming was under increasing pressure, which gradually overwhelmed his hunger, but he didn't know how to be accepted by the immortal. He didn't know that he was good enough, so he still tried his best to move forward step by step. .

In the astonished eyes of the elders, Pei Ming has stepped into the eight thousand ranks - this proves that he has at least the talent of the eight veins, and judging by his appearance, he has not yet reached the limit.

And Qi Feng was still at more than seven thousand steps, strenuously taking every step, as if he could fall down at any time.

When Qi Feng finally stopped at 8,230 steps and could no longer move forward, Pei Ming stepped up the 9,000-step ladder.

Fu Yuan stood up in disbelief: "Jiumai! This is actually a Jiumai genius!"

The elders also looked at each other in shock, followed by a burst of ecstasy.

"This is God bless me, Jiuhuaxiao!"

They stared closely at the precarious little figure on the ladder. Pei Ming was still wearing a ragged beggar's attire, and if he put it outside, he was just an inconspicuous little beggar. But everyone here knows that this child will become the most powerful person in the spiritual world.

Pei Ming raised his leg with all his strength, stepped up the other leg with difficulty, and almost fell off when he was a little unsteady. He didn't know that the "immortals" in the hall were also trembling with fear for his every move.

Persevere, there are still three hundred steps—the elders are silently cheering him on.

Pei Ming was really out of strength. He felt as if he was carrying a mountain on his back. His feet seemed to have taken root, and they were rooted on the steps he was standing on. He lifted his feet and tore off these roots. He took another step up, but couldn't hold on any longer, and fell heavily on the steps.

The hearts of the elders jumped suddenly, and then they thought: 9890 steps, enough, there will never be anyone more talented than you!

Unexpectedly, Pei Ming still struggled to get up, every step he took, his dirty little face became more purple and white, and in the end, his face became even paler.

The battle turns and turns horizontally, and the sky breaks dawn.

The results of the other disciples have been announced. Excluding the few thousand people who were eliminated, most of the remaining three thousand disciples are distributed in the 5,000-level, 6,000-level, and three others are in the 7,000-level, and only Qi Feng is in the 8,000-level. .

Only Pei Ming is still moving forward.

The last ten steps.

Pei Ming fell on the steps again, and he did not know how many times he fell, his body was covered with bruises and bruises.

last step.

Maybe the ladder also has its so-called dignity. This last step seems to be a hundred times stronger than the previous one, and Pei Ming can no longer lift his feet no matter what.

However, I really want the immortal to accept him.

Just... you don't have to starve... and you won't freeze to death...

He tried to raise his feet countless times before the last step, and failed countless times. Two hours passed, but Pei Ming felt as if he had passed through a long and cold winter.

Last winter, there was a lot of snow, the old beggar was like this, it was cold, and he had no money for medical treatment, the wind and cold took his life...

Finally, he reached the last step.

"Xiuzhi, where are you going?!"

In the hall, the elders watched in surprise as Yue Xiuzhi stood up suddenly and then disappeared.

In the next second, they saw the figure of Yue Xiuzhi suddenly appearing in the phantom in the center of the hall.

Yue Xiuzhi appeared in front of Pei Ming. After walking the 9,999 steps, Pei Ming, who could no longer support himself, fell headfirst into Yue Xiuzhi's arms.

Pei Ming raised his head, and in a trance, he saw a face that looked so perfect. A white robe fluttered gently with the breeze, and the silver dark lines on it also appeared, making the indifferent and alienated face of the person in front of him appear. The temperament is even more unattainable.

He thought, is this a fairy?

"Immortal...can you accept me...?" After speaking, he fell headfirst and passed out.

Yue Xiuzhi inspected his body with his spiritual power, and found it funny and distressed that the kid fainted from hunger.

Regardless of the dirt on Pei Ming's body, he picked up the **** and said, "He has been the deity's direct disciple from now on."

So he cast a spell and returned to Liuya Peak.

When Pei Ming woke up, it was night again.

He woke up in a very clean and beautiful room with a vague fragrance in the air. He sat up in confusion, and saw two teenagers looking at him in surprise, A young man said: "Young Master is awake, I am going to report to the Venerable." After speaking, he ran out the door.

Another young man picked up a bowl of Lingmi porridge on the table, handed it to Pei Ming, and said to him, "His lord has ordered that when you wake up, I will let you eat first."

Of course, those five grains in the mortal world cannot be compared with Lingmi porridge, not to mention that Pei Ming rarely even has the opportunity to drink the ordinary porridge. At this moment, smelling the enticing fragrance of Lingmi porridge, Pei Ming suspected that he was dreaming.

Seeing that Pei Ming didn't eat for a long time, the young man thought he thought the Lingmi porridge was too bland, so he hurriedly said, "Don't dislike it, my lord, it's your majesty who said that you haven't eaten for many days and your stomach is weak, so you should drink it lightly. "

Only then did Pei Ming have a sense of reality, and hurriedly picked up the spoon to drink the porridge, but accidentally burned his tongue because he was too hasty.

The young man was annoyed: "Hey, look at me, this porridge has been heating up with spiritual power, I forgot to tell you to be careful."

When Yue Xiuzhi came in, he saw Pei Ming wrinkled his bun face and let out a slight breath.

He then said softly, "What's the matter?"

The venerable young man came and hurriedly saluted and said, "Welcome to your lord, it's because my subordinates didn't take good care of me."

"It's okay, you can step back first." Yue Xiuzhi waved his hand and said.

After the young man retreated, Yue Xiuzhi walked up to Pei Ming, took the bowl, and said to Pei Ming, "Why are you so careless? Is it hot?"

Pei Ming glanced at Yue Xiu cautiously, then hurriedly lowered his head, his mind was confused and he couldn't figure it out.

It turned out that the fairy he saw before he fainted was not dreaming.

How can there be such a good-looking person in this world.

Yue Xiuzhi removed the spiritual power from the porridge to keep it warm, put the porridge on a spoon, waited for it to cool for a while, and said to Pei Ming, "Open your mouth."

Pei Ming opened his mouth subconsciously, and was fed a mouthful of porridge.

"Is it tasty?"

Pei Ming nodded.

Yue Xiuzhi fed a few more mouthfuls, and when the porridge cooled down, he handed the bowl to Pei Ming and said, "Eat by yourself."

Pei Ming nodded again, and obediently drank the porridge one gulp at a time.

After Pei Ming put down the bowl, Yue Xiuzhi asked, "Are you still hungry?"

Pei Ming nodded again.

Yue Xiuzhi looked at the little bun's face and kept nodding his head up and down, like a chicken pecking at rice, he couldn't help but feel a little funny, he used spiritual power to transmit sound, and ordered the kitchen to send another bowl. After a while, the boy from before came again with a bowl of porridge.

Yue Xiuzhi took it, and cast a spell to lower the porridge to a suitable temperature before passing it to Xiao Baozi.

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