Chapter 110 Me, Second Place, Trophies
"Next, I announce that the second place winner of this Ziyun Peak Qi Refining Realm Competition is——"
Zhu Qi stood on the stage and used his Qi to transmit his voice a hundred meters away.
Below, thousands of disciples held their breath and stared, their eyes fixed on the elder of the Transmission Hall in the center of the crowd.
As the voice stretched out, two names were read out.
"Si Yu, Ban Xiaowei!"
In the crowd, the girl who was personally accepted as a disciple by the peak master had a calmer look in her eyes and less contempt. She was originally arrogant, but after so many years of baptism, her mind gradually matured.
In the four-year competition of Ziyun Peak, she won the second place, and the person who defeated her...
"You two, come on stage."
As he spoke, two disciples with the same expressionless faces jumped onto the stage.
Zhu Qi, the elder of the Transmission Hall, reached into the air with his right hand, and suddenly there were two porcelain bottles in his hand.
"There are two foundation-building pills in here. Both of you have reached the eighth level of Qi Refining now, so it's time to prepare for the foundation-building."
Offstage, all the disciples of Ziyun Peak suddenly became restless.
Foundation-building pill, foundation-building pill, only with it can we hope to build a foundation!
There is a saying in the Qingyang Sect of the Immortal Sect that those below the Golden Pill are all ants, but what about those below the foundation-building level? Isn't it the same?
Of the thousands of disciples of Ziyun Peak, only one in ten can finally build a foundation!
That is a step across status and class. Once you build a foundation, you will be supreme!
Si Yu took the porcelain bottle calmly, but Ban Xiaowei was very polite and clasped his hands together. After the disciple's etiquette, he took it with both hands.
Zhu Qi nodded, and selected two magic weapons from the storage space, and continued:
"A sword of love and a pair of cloud-stepping boots, both of which are first-class magic weapons. You two can pick one."
At this moment, all the disciples cast envious eyes again.
Although she was the second, Si Yu ranked higher, so she stepped forward and took the cold-glowing Sword of Love in her right hand. After getting it, she turned around and left the arena.
"Thank you, Elder Zhu."
Ban Xiaowei took the reward for this sect competition and left the arena.
The crowd returned to silence. Zhu Qi looked at a proud young man in the crowd and announced:
"The first place in the Qi Refining Realm Competition is - Mo Junqing!"
Three years, but only three years!
This disciple, who was taken back from other peak masters at a huge cost by Li Fengzhu, has made great progress and reached the eighth level of Qi Refining!
The speed and strength are incredible.
"Senior Brother Mo, congratulations!"
"Senior Brother Mo, you are awesome!"
There were constant congratulations, but this arrogant disciple didn't take others seriously at all.
He jumped onto the stage lightly, took his trophy without saying a word, and turned away.
In Mo Junqing's opinion, dealing with this group of cultivators who have no talent and extremely poor strength is a shameful thing.
Now, he just wants to break through the ninth level of Qi Refining as soon as possible and go to that immortal cave!
"Mo Junqing, Si Yu, Ban Xiaowei... the above six disciples will represent Ziyun Peak to participate in the Immortal Gate Competition of Qingyang Sect!"
The Immortal Gate Competition is held every four years.
Start with each peak and select outstanding disciples to compete again!
The competition of Ziyun Peak is over. In the next six days, they will set off for the main peak of Qingyang Sect. The remaining days will be for rest.
Ban Xiaowei walked out against the crowd. The result of second... actually third place still surprised him more or less.
He is different from Si Yu, Li Shangxian and others.
As he walked, he stopped.
He raised his head and a female cultivator with a body as white as snow and long hair stood in front of him.
The other party's skin is as white as cream and eyes are like peach blossoms. Even among female cultivators, she can be regarded as the best among all the beauties.
"Master!"
"Why don't you use the Seven-Li Lingsha Formation?" Yu Yun's eyes were slightly angry.
"It will kill people."
"You!"
As a master, Yu Yun had no way to deal with this disciple who had almost no ambition.
But his talent for formations was extremely high, and there was no one else like him in the entire Ziyun Peak.
"Master, I'm going to the mountain next time."
"White Snake Market?"
"Yes."
"You are hanging out with him!"
When the White Snake Market was mentioned, Yu Yun couldn't help but say more.
It's true that birds of a feather flock together. Ban Xiaowei and Song Yunxi are both talented but lazy people who have no ambition at all.
One is immersed in formations, which is fine.
The other is obsessed with worldly affairs all day long. It is said that he also likes to listen to music in brothels!
"No, I accepted a nominal disciple."
"You still accept disciples?" Yu Yun suddenly became interested.
"Only for the name, two spirit stones for one formation, the plan is to teach three, but in time for the Immortal Gate Competition, only one and a half have been taught."
"What formation? You know the rules!"
"Yes! One Qushuiying formation, half of the Caosha formation, and one Juji formation that I haven't had time to teach. Now it seems that I can only accept four spirit stones."
After a little thought, Yu Yun understood.
It must be Song Yunxi's persistence that made this disciple take action.
Otherwise, let alone two spirit stones, twenty spirit stones would not be possible!
"Three days, go and come back, remember your business!"
"Disciple will remember."
After saying goodbye to his master, Ban Xiaowei used his Qi to control the sword and flew away. In a blink of an eye, he had flown into the sky.
An hour later, the disciple who had just completed the competition came to Song Yunxi's master's house wearing cloud-stepping boots.
Song Yunxi, who was originally using an abacus, instantly sensed his breath, so he dropped the abacus and rushed out.
The moment he saw Ban Xiaowei, he walked up and punched at the other's chest, but was easily dodged.
"You still remember to come back? Your spirit stone is gone."
"Participate in the Immortal Gate Competition." Ban Xiaowei said calmly.
"Oh? Then how about you? Did you make it to the finals?" Song Yunxi looked him up and down, "Isn't it a round?"
Bang!
Ban Xiaowei put his foot on the stone bench beside him, without speaking or looking at anyone, just looking forward.
His expression gave people a very arrogant feeling.
Song Yunxi originally wanted to make a joke, but soon his eyes were attracted by the pair of shoes under the other's feet.
Blue and white, surrounded by spiritual energy, it is obvious that they are not ordinary items.
"How many spirit stones did you buy it with?"
"Buy? That was you."
"The master gave it to me? Your beautiful master..."
When the word "beautiful" was mentioned, Ban Xiaowei slowly turned his head and looked at Song Yunxi.
This look made him shut up.
"Second place."
"You didn't get second place in the competition, did you?"
Ban Xiaowei didn't say anything, but reached out to dust off the magic weapon, the Cloud-Stepping Boots on his feet.
If it were someone else, he wouldn't mention it at all, nor would he show off his trophies.
But the other party was Song Yunxi, how could he not provoke him?
"You!"
"Where's your sworn brother? I'll be going to the main peak on behalf of Ziyun Peak in three days."
