However, the two of them turned a deaf ear to her threats. They are the Sifang Sect, and they are the first-class sects in the entire Qixia country. They are not comparable to the Huo family, which can only be ranked in Qingshan City!

Yun Xiaoxiao is a second-rank spiritual planter, with a talent for soul power awakened at the age of fifteen, but she has also been practicing in the martial arts for nearly five years, and her martial arts cultivation is not a bit higher than Cheng Yifan's, don't look at her delicate and soft It looks like she actually has the strength of the fifth level of the body refining realm. It's a pity that her power is useless in front of the disciples of the deacon of the law hall. Even if she uses all her strength, she can't break free from the hands of the two of them.

"After staying in Siguo Peak for a few days, she should be honest." Hu Xuerou seemed to be very talkative, but she didn't have the slightest sympathy for such a vicious person who violated the rules of the medicine hall. Not even a child is spared!

She originally looked at Yun Xiaoxiao's extraordinary temperament, and she was a second-rank spiritual planter, but she had a good impression on her. She wanted to train her well, but she didn't expect that she was actually an embroidered pillow.

"Today is too late, you rest early, and I will give you some new seeds tomorrow."

"Thank you, Senior Sister Hu!"

Hu Xuerou nodded and left.

The rest of Cheng Yihe and Cheng Yifan looked at each other, Cheng Yihe touched his nose a little embarrassedly and said, "I really didn't expect that she would deliberately change your seeds, I went to Xuerou just to get some good things for you. The seed of the sect, but I didn't expect it to become like this... Did you already know each other before you entered the sect?"

Cheng Yifan sighed and briefly recounted what happened at the auction before. Cheng Yihe's face showed indignation after hearing it.

"It looks like a human being, but I didn't expect to have such a vicious heart! Deserved to be locked up to the peak of thinking! You will suffer the consequences!"

The word self-eating is really apt.

"Okay, brother, it's getting late, you can go back quickly." Cheng Yifan really felt a little tired after too many things happened today, so let's take a rest.

"Ok……"

Chapter 62

Since Hu Xuerou said that he will give him a new batch of seeds tomorrow, the seeds he exchanged don't need to be taken out. He returned to the system space with the seeds and planted the seeds in the medicine garden.

Perhaps because the system space has risen to the third level, the medicine garden seems to be larger than before, and the color of the soil has also deepened. The spirit cultivated in Lingzhi Garden is several times better.

However, he was really tired today, so he stopped refining the medicine and went to sleep after a simple wash.

The first day of entering the sect has just passed.

The next morning, Cheng Yifan woke up from hunger. He got up in a daze, and then he remembered that he had been busy all day yesterday, but he didn't eat anything. There are also some snacks and food prepared by Qiu's family in the ring, but in the early morning, he didn't really want to eat such greasy food.

Where to go for breakfast? this is a problem.

But he didn't struggle for a long time, and a savior came to the door.

When he heard the knock on the door and saw the smiling face of the second brother holding a porridge bowl and a bag of big white steamed buns after opening the door, the joy and emotion that surged from the bottom of his heart almost brought him to tears.

Cheng Yihuai's son-in-law was very carefree, didn't notice the little brother's strangeness, squeezed directly into the door, and swaggered into the room, "I guess you haven't gotten up yet, what time is it, you forgot what the eldest brother said yesterday. Now? Today is the fifth day of the first day of the new year, and there will be morning classes for a while. The martial artist has a bad temper. If you are late, you will not be able to enter the venue, so your second brother, I went to buy breakfast and bring it to you!"

Cheng Yihuai's crackling words made Cheng Yifan's face bewildered, until he was dragged and pressed onto the chair, and then he came back to his senses.

"Brother, where did you buy this breakfast?" It couldn't have been bought by teleporting to the supply point below with a teleportation light curtain early in the morning, right?

"I just bought it in Wutang. There are many varieties. Sifang Sect is worthy of being a big sect. There are also porridges made with Lingmi. Bi Yingying's is very delicious."

"Then why don't you buy some?" Cheng Yifan wanted to taste Lingmi.

"Don't be kidding, you need five low-grade spirit crystals for a bowl of spiritual rice porridge! You see, I only spent one low-grade spirit crystal after buying so many things!" Cheng Yihuai, who was used to being poor, still couldn't accept such a high price. The price, even if you want to eat again, you are reluctant to spend that money.

Cheng Yifan bowed his head obediently and didn't say more, but he was still thinking about the taste of Ling Mi porridge.

Both brothers were starving, and they ate their breakfast like a storm, but Cheng Yihuai didn't buy a lot, so they didn't eat too much, but they didn't need to worry too much. The embarrassment of spitting up because of strenuous exercise.

The two walked in the direction of Wutang talking and laughing all the way, and then saw a group of outer sect disciples in gray robes gathered at the position of the teleportation light curtain. Deacon disciple Mo Xian was counting the number of people. At that time, he frowned slightly, "Come here quickly, ready to teleport!"

The two did not expect that they would need to be teleported in the morning class, so they quickly stood in the team.

When the time was almost up, Mo Xian said, "Now, you line up, ten people in a row, step forward one by one, and fifty people teleport once!"

Everyone lined up according to the words, stepped forward and stood up one by one, Mo Xian put a low-grade spirit crystal into a device next to the transmission light curtain, and started the transmission.

There were actually more than 500 people who participated in the morning class this time. Mo Xian put ten spirit crystals in a row, and the eyes of the newly promoted outer sect disciples who had no assets were straightened.

Cheng Yifan teleported halfway up the mountain with the team, and only then did he know that their morning class today would be held in the competition arena.

During the second round of assessments, Cheng Yifan had been to this competition arena. The place was very large. In the middle there were six high platforms for competitions. The surrounding space was very spacious and could accommodate many people watching at the same time.

At this time, there was a middle-aged man standing on one of the high platforms. He had a strong figure, bright eyes, and was very heroic. He was wearing a white robe. At a glance, he knew that he must be a martial artist with a high level of martial arts.

"This is the elder of the martial arts hall, Guan Hong. I heard that he is already a master of Qi martial arts, and his strength is unfathomable!" The well-informed person has already begun to whisper.

"Oh my God, it turns out to be a master of the Qi martial arts?" Someone gasped exaggeratedly. The masters of the Qi martial arts were considered top-notch in the entire Qixia Kingdom. I didn't expect that such a master would come to teach them personally. This group is only the outer disciples of the Body Tempering Realm.

"It's actually Elder Guan!" The older outer sect disciple also exclaimed, thinking about it, he never thought that the person who came to teach them today would actually be an elder.

Guan Hong's eyes touched the many outer disciples under the stage, and he said, "Quiet!"

His voice was full of infuriating energy. It was not loud, but it seemed to penetrate their souls, like a thunder blasting in their ears. All the outer disciples immediately became as quiet as jī.

"The number of you is more than I imagined, so we will continue to work in groups. The outer disciples who have reached the level of strength and martial arts stand on the left, the disciples above the seventh level of Body Tempering Stage stand in the middle, and those who have reached the sixth level of Body Tempering Stage and below stand in the middle. The disciple fights to the right."

Everyone stood up according to his request, Cheng Yifan silently stood at the end on the right, but he didn't know that such a small man was extremely conspicuous among a group of half-aged teenagers.

Guan Hong's eyes swept across Cheng Yifan, and after finding that he had no martial arts cultivation, he sighed helplessly and quietly, is the senior brother in charge kidding him? How bad is the aptitude of a child who has reached the quenching state at the age of ten? How could such a child deserve to be taught by him?

But since he took up this errand, he still has to do his best. He winked at Mo Xian who was standing under the stage, and Mo Xian immediately understood.

"Disciples of the sixth level and below of the Tempering Realm follow me." Mo Xian said and walked towards the high platform on the other side, Cheng Yifan quickly trotted to follow.

"What we need to practice today is basic skills." After reaching an empty field, Mo Xian put on a squatting position and told them to follow his movements.

This is also Cheng Yifan's first squatting stance. He has only seen it in TV dramas before, but he has never done it before. It was fine at first, but after a few breaths, Cheng Yifan couldn't squat a little. After squatting, his hands and feet began to start. Shivering, sore and sore, I couldn't hold on at all. But the other outer disciples were only sweating a little, and their postures were very standard. It seems that they should not squat less when they were in Wufu before.

Mo Xian looked at Cheng Yifan swaying left and right, and shook his head gently.

Chapter 63

"What's your name? Which branch is your disciple?" Mo Xian finally couldn't bear it any longer, and walked to Cheng Yifan's side and asked. He had a little impression of this child. It was the first time he had seen such a young child in the Sifang Sect. However, because of his young age, his martial arts cultivation was terribly low, and even the entry-level temperament was terrifying. He didn't even reach the physical state, and he didn't know what he was particularly talented in, so he was admitted to the Sifang Sect.

"My name is Cheng Yifan, I'm a disciple of Medicine Hall..." Cheng Yifan's squatting on horses was already numb, and he took a long time to answer Mo Xian's question.

A disciple of the pharmacy...

Mo Xian suddenly remembered that he heard that a first-grade spiritual planter who was about ten years old had entered the sect, and it seemed that it was this child. Although the spiritual master pays attention to the cultivation of soul power, his martial arts cultivation should not be too low, otherwise he will not be able to bear the hard work of refining medicine every day. Thinking about it this way, he could understand why Cheng Yifan would follow the Wutang disciples to participate in the morning class.

"Get up first." Mo Xian kindly helped him, and brought the two fighting children to the edge of the high platform, and let him rest against the platform.

At this moment, Cheng Yifan only felt that his hands and feet were not his own. It seemed that his hands and feet were broken with a stick, and it hurt badly when he moved.

"Your physique is too poor, squatting is only a basic skill, it will last at least two hours, and then you will have to learn some martial arts of the Sifang School, and maybe there will be two or two pairs of moves. After entering the body quenching state, come and practice with them." Mo Xian's words were actually quite tactful, and he was actually worried that even if Cheng Yifan survived the squatting step, he would be slapped in the next pair of exercises. After being beaten to death, the strength of the outer disciples is basically above the sixth level of the body tempering stage. Their strength is several times higher than that of ordinary people. One punch can often reach hundreds of kilograms of strength, which is enough to knock Cheng Yifan's small bones. All crushed.

Cheng Yifan was also desperate for his weak and scum-like physique. He turned his head to look in Guan Hong's direction. Sure enough, he saw that he was practicing a set of boxing techniques with his disciples above the seventh level of quenching body. Embarrassed, Cheng Yifan nodded decisively, and decided to practice the Ziyang Art, and try to enter the quenching state sooner.

"Okay, thank you Brother Mo."

"Then you can rest here for a while." Seeing that he was so obedient and sensible, Mo Xian felt a little softer in his heart, and then took out a low-grade spirit crystal and put it in his hand, "You should have learned the Ziyang Art.? Run the exercises for a while and absorb this spirit crystal, it should help you."

"Thank you, Senior Brother Mo." Cheng Yifan clenched his hand on the spirit crystal. He is no longer short of spirit crystals, but the spirit crystal that Mo Xian gave him would still make him a little moved.

Mo Xian waved his hand and went back to supervise the outer disciples.