After I was reborn, I became the most ruthless cub in the whole continent

Chapter 63 Zongmen Xiaobi
Is it an auditory hallucination?
Or did it really thunder?
Song Jingmo, who was confused, couldn't figure out what kind of mentality he was at the moment. He waited quietly in the training room for a while, and didn't hear the second thunder, so he started to pack his things and restore the training room to the way it was before he came.

It didn't take much time to break through, and the spirit grass that hadn't been put away on the table just withered a little, and the spirit energy didn't lose much.

After tidying up, Song Jingmo took out the medicine cauldron that he used very conveniently, and left the practice room without hesitation.

This time she retreated for a month or two, and urgently needed to breathe.

As for why not go out the first time?

Isn't that afraid of being struck by lightning?
If Tian Jiuying wanted to chop her a scorched outside, would she be able to avoid it, or would she be able to rejuvenate and return to life?

The training ground is very lively, and everyone from the top to bottom of the Qingling Sect gathers here.

Sensing another surge of spiritual power, the eyes of twenty or so people cast their gazes over.

Song Jingmo's hands covered by his sleeves were clenched tightly. Is it because her clothes are not arranged properly or her hair is messed up? Why are you all looking at her?

"Jingmo, come here."

Yin Zhihua beckoned, even though it felt like she was beckoning a small pet, Song Jingmo still passed.

"Put your hands up."

Hearing this, Song Jingmo, who directly put his hand on the test stone that Yin Zhihua took out, forgot that his hand was still clenched, and quietly touched a corner of the test stone with his palm spread out, trying to pretend that nothing happened.

The others didn't find anything wrong, and they watched the changes of the test stone intently.

This test stone may be as big as two heads, it looks like it has not been polished, and its color is gray. Song Jingmo didn't think much about it, it was just to test her current spiritual power.

After waiting for a while, there was no movement of the test stone. Song Jingmo thought that he was not holding it hard enough and did not make enough contact with the test stone, so he used more strength.

Yin Zhihua pursed her lips when she heard the soft moan-like sound of the test stone being gripped again.

"Release spiritual power."

Song Jingmo relaxed a little, mobilized the spiritual power in the meridians to release from the palm, and controlled the spiritual power to inject into the test stone.

There are different methods for testing different types of test stones for different purposes.

The main reason is definitely not that she has too little knowledge.

She still doesn't want to achieve social death in Qinglingzong.

"The quality of the little girl's spiritual power is very unusual." Elder Teng held the wine gourd, looked at the halo from the test stone, took a sip of the wine, and sighed slowly.

The color of the halo is not a single color, it is deep and light, bright and dark blue, some like the light passing through the sea and the creatures growing in the sea falling on the bottom of the sea covered with fine white sand, and I want to be patched together by different color blocks before nightfall Up and color transition natural sky.

Colorful blue.

Song Jingmo stared at the glowing test stone under his palm, feeling that he was staring at a blue planet that could breed life.

Yin Zhihua confirmed her guess, put away the test stone, and started another topic.

"While everyone is here, I just announced something."

"After three days, there will be a Zongmen Xiaobi. Xiaobi No. 1 can enter the treasure house of Qinglingzong to pick three items, Xiaobi No. 2 can choose two items, and Xiaobi No. 3 will reward [-] sect contribution points."

"What about other rankings? Are there no rewards for other rankings?"

Yin Zhihua's eyes can smile, and when she smiles, those eyes look at people intently, which can make people who lack confidence in their hearts feel weaker.

"There are also rewards for other rankings."

"How can one favor the other? There are rewards for the top three, and rewards for the bottom three, and the reward training tasks are doubled as appropriate." At this time, a certain person who usually likes to answer the phone has developed a bad habit and wants to change it, but can't control it every time. The unlucky brother silently gave himself a mouthful.

He has already felt the friendly and kind gazes from the lovely colleagues around him who are at the bottom of the martial arts.

He really really didn't want to make trouble.

It's just that the senior sister in charge is too devilish.

"Nan Tao is not here, a total of nine disciples will participate in the small competition of the sect, and the middle three will be rewarded for completing the training tasks as usual."

"How about it, the younger brothers and younger sisters are all satisfied with this kind of reward." Although Yin Zhihua is really not young, because he often stays with a group of children, his temperament is sometimes like that of a child.

Teasing one's younger brothers and sisters is simply commonplace.

It's also these juniors and juniors who are stunned by her every time, they can be called excellent partners, which makes Yin Zhihua completely satisfied, and then the next time the idea of ​​teasing others will come up automatically.

All rely on the aura of the senior sister in charge and the prestige of doing what she says to maintain her image.

Song Jingmo is not very interested in rewards. She has the Ten Thousand Beasts Jewelry Storehouse. No matter how many good things there are in the treasure house of the Qing Lingzong, it should only be comparable to the Ten Thousand Beasts Jewelry Storehouse.

After thinking for a while, his eyes flicked over the senior brothers and sisters, and after a rough assessment of the strength of the friendly senior brothers and sisters on weekdays, Song Jingmo set his goal at No.5.

She is a newly promoted Lingzun, and she is basically incapable of fighting against the Shangling King.

The same is Lingzun, and the fighting skills mastered by the brothers and sisters who are used to completing the customized training tasks are far better than hers.

His own advantages are nothing more than innate attributes and dual cultivation of spirit and martial arts.

But such an advantage is placed among a group of geniuses who develop specialties and also cultivate physical strength, it seems that they are not high enough, and they are not ranked high.

Song Jingmo knew that he was not good at using spiritual power to fight, so he quickly positioned himself.

Apologetic eyes were cast in advance on several senior brothers and sisters who were similar in age to him but one level behind him in cultivation. Song Jingmo flattened the corners of his lips and hid his little thoughts.

When the daily schedule is full and three meals a day can properly appease one's appetite and restless emotions, time will pass quickly.

Zongmen Xiaobi said it was like an impromptu internal competition.

In fact it is.

There is a ready-made competition platform, and there are ready-made auditoriums next to it.

With sleepy eyes, Nan Tao, who was wearing the stupid hair that was poked and insisted on sticking up, threw the bamboo slices with names written on them into the big bowl with her small hands, and covered the other big bowl.

She returned to the Zongmen in the early hours of the morning, and was called to have a long talk all night long by the senior sister who loves to talk to people. After finally being able to sleep, the senior sister who turned back pulled her out of her dear flower pot and asked her to prepare Zongmen Xiaobi-related matters and entrusted her with full responsibility for Zongmen Xiaobi.

Nan Tao's heart is bitter.

The two hands held it up and down, and shook it twice as if in a show, and the shaking range was no different from shaking it.

With one hand, he lifted the covered bowl a little, and with the other hand, he reached in.

Nan Tao's eyes were half closed, and she opened them a little when she took out two pieces of bamboo.

(End of this chapter)