Martial arts ascend to the gods

Chapter 273 Rating
Everyone rushed to take out tents and other items and built a temporary partition around them.

Zhou Leng said: "Does anyone have any body-refining and tonic pills? I suspect that Mr. Song will need a lot."

"I have the Great Rejuvenation Pill."

"I have Tongqiao Pills."

"No flesh potion?"

"No."

When Zhou Leng saw that it was not enough, he split up and bought two bottles of flesh and blood magic potion, plus a Tongqiao pill, to make up two sets of Jinbu pills.

Afraid that Song Juesi might not have enough, Zhou Leng found Zhao Nandie and asked her to borrow medicine if needed.

Powerful true energy surrounded Song Juesi's body, causing his clothes to bulge and rip apart, revealing his muscular body.

Those clouds of true energy slowly fell on his skin, forming cloud patterns.

Mr. Wu in the distance nodded slightly.

The cloud pattern body is rarely seen in a thousand years.

Those cloud patterns are the result of Song Juesi's practice over the years.

His understanding of various martial arts has reached the limit of enlightenment, so he turned the virtual into reality, condensing it into cloud pattern principles, attaching it to his whole body.

From then on, the deeper Song Juesi's understanding of martial arts became, the stronger his body became, with no limit.

Song Juesi turned the shackles of many years into armor.

Everyone in the group was discussing and guessing what the cloud pattern was.

After waiting for a long time, Song Juesi's swollen body slowly shrank, and the surface turned an unhealthy pale white.

Zhou Leng grabbed the pill and put it to Song Juesi's mouth.

As soon as Song Juesi opened his eyes, he didn't even have time to say thank you. He opened his mouth and swallowed one blood and flesh magic potion, one Dahuan Dan and one Tongqiao Dan.

His skin and flesh expanded rapidly, and the unhealthy white color was gradually replaced by the red color formed by the elixir.

Half a minute later, Song Juesi opened his eyes and took out one blood and flesh magic potion, one Dahuan Pill and one Tongqiao Pill from his magic bag and swallowed them.

Not long after, Song Juesi opened his eyes again and asked, "Are there any more Jinbu pills?"

Zhou Leng then gave him some body-refining and tonic pills, and also added several essence-replenishing pills, body-strengthening pills, and even leopard tendon pills.

Song Juesi swallowed it in big gulps just like he was eating, rolling his throat continuously, without even drinking water, and sending his true Qi into his stomach and intestines.

After taking three sets of Jinbu pills, he opened his eyes.

He said helplessly: "Who has the Grandmaster-level Tianyuan Pill? My body is too old, and ordinary pills have little effect. Without the Tianyuan Pill, I'm afraid..."

Everyone was silent. Tianyuan Pill, fifty million per pill.

Not to mention that no one has it, even if they do, they can't carry it with them.

This kind of elixir is not only expensive, but also difficult to refine and difficult to buy.

Not to mention here, even in a city, it would take a while to get it.

Everyone felt a sense of sadness in their hearts. Old Song's body was already aging. If he couldn't use the Tianyuan Pill now, it would be extremely difficult to make up for it in the future.

Hope just rose and then suddenly fell.

Zhao Nandi silently took out a medicine box from the magic bag and handed it to Zhou Leng.

Everyone looked.

Tianyuan Pill.

Everyone was stunned for a moment and looked deeply at Zhao Nandi and Zhou Leng.

She didn't give it directly to Song Juesi.

Everyone secretly sighed in their hearts that Zhao Nandi was too good to Zhou Leng.

Zhou Leng handed it to Song Juesi.

Song Juesi said: "I don't need to thank you for your kindness. I will return it to you after I get out."

After saying that, Mr. Song swallowed it in one gulp.

Old Song's body suddenly expanded several times like a balloon, bursting the subcutaneous blood vessels and muscles.

Under the effect of Tianyuan Dan, it quickly repairs and heals.

Song Juesi's realm continued to rise.

The initial stage of body refining, the middle stage of body refining, and the final stage of body refining reach the limit.

Song Juesi stood up slowly.

His body no longer looked old, and was no different from a young warrior in his thirties or forties.

In addition to the graying hair, the skin on the face also looks particularly tight.

It's like being thirty years younger.

Song Juesi put on his clothes, and Zhou Leng took out the magic watch and used it as a mirror for him to look at.

Song Juesi was stunned for a moment, glanced at Zhou Leng and Zhao Nandi, clasped his fists, and said, "I will never forget your great kindness."

Everyone saw that Mr. Song’s eyes were slightly red.

Some people felt a sore nose.

Mr. Song is obviously extremely talented, but he has made no progress since his youth. He must have experienced so much pain over the years.

At this moment, the clouds cleared and the sun came out, and the snow on the mountains melted.

Zhou Leng said: "Mr. Song, you are too polite. Everything is the result of your own hard work."

Song Juesi was about to say that even the tickets were given by Zhou Leng, but he smiled and said, "It's a good day, let's not talk about this."

He glanced at everyone and whispered, "Although I can't keep it secret for too long, I would like to ask everyone to do me a favor and not mention this matter before the Grandmaster."

"Don't worry!"

Everyone has heard about the murder of Mr. Song.

"Do you have enough body-strengthening pills?"

Song Juesi's throat rolled, and he said slowly: "For so many years, I have always kept a set of body-refining and strengthening pills in my magic bag, plus a hundred body-strengthening pills for use in the body-refining period."

Everyone looked at Mr. Song, speechless for a moment.

Old Song laughed and said, "It's all in the past, all in the past..."

He turned his back to the crowd and lowered his head slightly.

Many people had red eyes, and Zhao Nandi gently wiped the corners of their eyes.

Old Song smiled and turned around, saying, "It's a good day, let's not talk about this. When we leave Guhe Sect, I will invite you all to a banquet, and you are not allowed to refuse."

"it is good!"

"I will definitely attend!" "I will definitely not be absent." Rao Mingxian said.

Everyone agreed.

The voice of Master Wu came.

"Boy, remember your responsibility as the eldest senior brother. You must urge the disciples to communicate and learn. Don't waste your time."

Zhou Leng clasped his fists and accepted Master Wu's order.

The leaders of each circle were called together again to conduct a question and answer session and a sermon session under the advice of the experts in divine texts.

For the question-and-answer session, ten experts will be selected to accept questions from others.

Zhou Leng, Song Juesi and Zhang Xinglie were selected, and the remaining seven were selected from other teams.

The question-and-answer session began, with ten people sitting in front of the crowd and Zhao Nandi serving as the host.

After practicing for many days, everyone had accumulated many questions and they raised their hands enthusiastically to ask questions.

Everyone also noticed the changes in Mr. Song's body, and became more and more convinced of his strength, and asked him questions one after another.

The second most popular one is Zhang Xinglie.

The number of questions asked to those who came after was about the same.

The people in the small group had already asked Zhou Leng too many questions, so they didn’t participate this time.

Others did not know how far Zhou Leng had come in his cultivation, and only a few people asked Zhou Leng for advice.

After the Q&A session lasted for a day, many questions began to be repeated. The respondents said they could listen to the recordings and would not repeat them.

One person raised his hand and said, "I want to ask a question to Senior Brother Zhou Leng."

Few people at the scene sincerely called Zhou Leng "Big Brother". Zhao Nandi looked at that person and said, "You ask the questions."

The man stood up.

Everyone looked at him and saw an ordinary young man who seemed to be from the military. He had no special features in terms of appearance, height or temperament.

The man said, "When I was listening to the senior brother's sermon, I don't know why, I didn't feel anything at first, but later I always found a strange feeling. So I really want to know, what is so special about the senior brother Zhou Leng's sermon?"

Everyone in the small group looked at this plain-looking man in surprise. Before this, only Old Song and Zhang Xinglie noticed that Zhou Leng was different.

Zhou Leng naturally couldn't say that he understood the whole article. After thinking for a while, he said, "It's hard for me to answer this question. Maybe I'm lucky, or maybe it's just that you feel it's special. How about this, add me on Wuxin, and contact me if you have any specific questions in the future."

"Ah? Okay, thank you, Big Brother."

The man walked forward happily, using an old hard-shell mobile phone and Zhou Leng's Wu Xin.

Zhou Leng accepted the friend request and took a look at the name: Ren Yuan. An ordinary name, but an extraordinary person.

The others just felt it was strange and didn't pay attention to this ordinary question and answer.

After the question and answer session ended, everyone prepared for the sermon session. The other five people knew that they were not strong enough, so in the end only five of them came forward to preach.

Starting with Song Juesi, the five people preached one day each.

Just like last time, there were the most people on the first day, but as the content became too repetitive, fewer and fewer people listened to the lecture and chose to listen to the recording.

By the time Zhou Leng arrived, one third of the people were still listening.

There were only about fifty people left in front of the last preacher, and even the small group Zhou Leng was in had mostly given up listening to the two people behind him.

As the eldest senior brother, Zhou Leng insisted on listening to the sermons of the other two.

After the question-and-answer session and the sermon, everyone gained a deeper understanding of “The Secret of the Stars” and their strength was further improved.

During the constant communication, everyone discovered that the value of this Ancient River Trial was far greater than the Ten Realms Youth Battle.

This is a complete inheritance of advanced civilization.

On the third day after the mission meeting, Master Wu stood up and called Zhou Leng.

"Next, I will conduct the examination. Since most people don't understand, I will conduct a practical examination."

"Everyone, concentrate on meditation and luck. I will check your practice."

After Zhou Leng conveyed the message, he sat on the ground and circulated his Qi with everyone else.

In the blink of an eye, Master Wu's body turned into a shadow, shuttling back and forth among the crowd.

Every time he passed by someone, he would tap that person's shoulder and carefully check the circulation of his or her true energy.

In just a few seconds, he returned to his original position.

"Okay, you can open your eyes now."

Zhou Leng stopped practicing and conveyed it to everyone.

Everyone looked at Master Wu.

Master Wu glanced at everyone and said, "Now let's start the training evaluation."

"The first batch, the training results are poor."

Master Wu waved his hand, and more than a hundred white light balls fell down, landing on more than a hundred of them.

Some of these people felt helpless, some looked embarrassed, and some frowned.

Rao Mingxing gritted his teeth and cursed in his heart, wondering why he had become an inferior horse.

He turned his head and suddenly felt balanced.

Because everyone around me has white spots on their heads.

"You guys, go to the right."

Zhou Leng conveyed that these people should move to the right.

"The second batch, the results are average."

Master Wu waved his hand again, and blue light balls fell from the sky, and there were more than a hundred people.

Those who were rated as inferior looked at them in confusion. Many of them were known to them or even familiar to them. There was not much difference between them in normal times. How come they were rated as middle level?

Except for Zhao Nandi, all other experts in divine texts were among them.

The middle-level disciples gathered together.

"The third batch, the results are excellent."

This time, twenty-seven purple light balls fell.

There are fifteen people in the small group, and except Zhou Leng, fourteen others are among the best.

Even Zhao Nandie, who was not practicing with all his strength, was there.

Ren Yuan, who added Zhou Leng as his friend, was also among the top ones.

Rao Mingxing looked at Zhou Leng and others, and when he saw Rao Mingxian, his expression changed slightly.

Then, he glanced at the people around Rao Mingxian, and found that each of them had purple light above their heads.

(End of this chapter)