"Hey, I can't say that. The road to immortality is not for everyone. Some people are born stupid, and there is nothing they can do."

It was not the first time that sharp words penetrated into Qi Bishu's ears like a dagger. He tried his best to ignore them, but he still clenched his fists secretly.

Dongfang Ruoxu admired enough of his embarrassment before he said: "Qi Bishu, you also came to peek at last year's sect Dabi. I didn't say much for the teacher. It's a good thing to be eager to learn and make progress, but you must do what you can. With this kung fu lying on the top of the tree and almost being treated as a thief, it is better to go back to the mountain to study hard and practice hard.”

The current head has always been on the sidelines and ignored such trivial matters.

On the contrary, Qingxu Dao grew up to be a good person: "Forget it, if this child really wants to participate in the competition, let him give it a try. Anyway, the purpose of Penglaizong's sect competition has always been to stop when it is clicked, and not to hurt anyone."

Hearing this, Qi Bishu immediately raised her head, her heart surging with blood. Daoist Qingxu didn't know whether he was a real good person or a fake good person. He knew that he had not succeeded in condensing his qi. At this time, participating in the competition and test in public was tantamount to being shamed in public, but he still proposed this!

"Master, Daoist Qingxu, the apprentice dare not." Qi Bishu squeezed out a few words.

Seeing his clenched fists with anger on his face, Dongfang Ruoxu smiled, leaned back on the Taishi chair, and changed his posture: "Don't you dare? I think you are quite brave. Qi Bishu, since Elder Qingxu agrees, Then try it out."

As soon as these words came out, Qi Bishu would be disobeying the teacher's orders if he shied away. The two people who were still in the ring just now have come down, and the eyes of hundreds of senior brothers on the school ground are all cast towards this side. There is everything to laugh at and watch a good show.

Now that Qi Bishu has been riding a tiger, he can feel the eyes full of the word "waste wood" falling on his body, and he only feels that his brain is buzzing, and bitterness and anger are all over him.

"Okay." Qi Bishu said solemnly.

There was already a disciple standing on the ring, looking at him provocatively, wearing a white school uniform, with two purple emblems of Tengyun Penglai sewn with gold and purple threads on the cuffs, which are the second layer of condensing Qi. In this huge Penglai sect, this cultivation level is only considered to be just getting started. Hunting the little bunny in the back mountain is not bad. If you meet a slightly stronger brother or an evil beast, I am afraid that you will be directly beaten down.

The reason why Dongfang Ruoxu chose such a person to fight him is that his cultivation level just overwhelmed him, enough to defeat him and call him crap, and secondly, it was enough to ridicule him, look, you can beat him with such a second-level qi-condensing waste. However, you are the real trash!

Qi Bishu leaped onto the ring, and under the scorching sun, slowly clenched his fists.

He is the most dead end, and the least afraid of being beaten. No one has won him because of his rough skin and thick flesh. Since the rules of the martial arts competition are whoever falls first and who loses, then as long as he keeps standing, he will not lose!

"Come on." The disciple on the opposite side hung up a mocking smile, took a step back and started a move.

The people in the audience were all waiting to watch the show and folded their arms.

Qi Bishu ignored the ridicule from the audience, and only concentrated on trying to activate the spiritual energy in his body. Last night, he practiced for a whole night, and the spiritual energy had not yet slipped away, so it might come in handy. At the same time, he narrowed his eyes and looked at the disciple on the opposite side. The weight of this man was on his stomach, and his bottom plate was unstable. When he took a step back, his front feet also moved, which may be used as a weakness to launch an offensive——

At the same time, the disciple on the other side was eager for speed, and a hungry wolf rushed over. He was only at the second level of condensing qi, his spiritual power was unstable, and he practiced Yang-style rapid attack moves, which naturally condensed all his true qi on his fists. After Qi Bishu's judgment, he lowered his waist and hurriedly avoided his attack. At the same time, he condensed the only spiritual energy in his body on his legs and swept it.

This man did not expect this move, he was already a step behind, and then Qi Bishu clasped his wrist, threw it on the ground with a fall over his shoulder, and smashed it four or five meters away, hitting the giant tree next to the ring! This person was a three-legged cat who was just starting out, and when he hit it like this, he suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood!

The disciples in the audience were shocked. Since Penglai Sect is the number one cultivator, it naturally focuses on long-distance battles, so it depends on deep cultivation and real spiritual energy to win, but what kind of play is Qi Bishu? The method of close combat is not desirable!

Even Dongfang Ruoxu suddenly stood up: "Qi Bishu, you have been in Penglaizong for thirteen years, and this is what you learned—"

Before the words were finished, Qi Bishu wiped off a little blood from his mouth and said, "Master, but I finally won."

Dongfang Ruoxu was so angry that he was speechless for a while.

However, Elder Qingxu found the clue, and said with some surprise: "You apprentice, didn't you succeed in condensing your energy a while ago, why do you see that he seems to have more spiritual power today?"

Dongfang Ruoxu was stunned for a moment, and squinted to look at Qi Bishu, his face became a little ugly, he pointed at him and said, "You stand next to the test stone and put your palm on it."

Qi Bishu followed suit.

Every time the martial arts competition, he can only watch it secretly. Naturally, he has no chance to get close to the grade test stone on the Qianshan Platform. Now that he puts his palm on it, although his heart is slightly excited, he is very lonely in the end. The entire Penglai School has cultivated. Thirteen years, but he couldn't even condense Qi, I'm afraid it's only him.

The test stone flickered slightly, emitting a small circle of white light—

A layer of condensate!

The disciples below naturally burst into laughter. After coming to Penglai Sect for thirteen years, they were only condensed. It would be a shame to say it!Qi Bishu listened to those discussions in her ears, and could only tell herself repeatedly to ignore it, one day, one day...

However, the eyes of Dongfang Ruoxu and Daoist Qingxu on the battlefield are shrinking, and they are even shocked. How is it possible?Back then, they worked together to seal up this kid's half-demon bloodline to ensure that this kid would not be able to condense Qi and cultivate for the rest of his life.But now, there is actually a layer of condensation?If this kid forcibly broke their seal through a hole, then it would be too terrifying.

Chapter 102 Master and apprentice tame dyeing

Dongfang Ruoxu came back to his senses, and couldn't help sneering: "Is it because the teacher didn't teach you the basic mental method or what? Look at the brothers and sisters who are in the same school as you, one or two have only been up the mountain for a few years, and they have already condensed.You are mad at success, and you, you have been on this mountain for thirteen years, and you still haven’t made any progress at all, saying it out is really a disgrace to a teacher!”