The First Beastmaster of the Nine Realms

Chapter 171
The first to finish the [-]-to-[-] competition was the monk named Lin Ye.

His opponent is a monk of Zhongqingzong.

He stood there motionless, not knowing what he had said to the other party, but the other party handed him his hand, and asked him to read the palmistry for a long time, and then he gave up after reading it.

Lin Ye came down unscathed.

The slowest one is Jian Baisan.

When she returned to the yard, Jian Baisan did not see Li Laimiao.

She sat alone on the steps in front of the door to relieve fatigue, rested for a quarter of an hour at most, and continued to practice.

Jian Huanyang, who hadn't dared to speak for several days, spoke cautiously: "Jian Baisan? Jian Baisan?"

Jian Baisan opened his eyes: "What's wrong?"

"No, it's nothing..."

"I want to ask, are you feeling better?"

Jian Baisan shook her head silently.

"Actually, it still doesn't feel good."

Jian Huanyang looked at her worriedly: "You have been sad for a long time, don't be sad."

"I've become big, you lie on my back and get some sleep!"

Jian Baisan shook his head: "I still have to practice."

"I haven't broken through the late stage of Foundation Establishment, I want to increase my chances of winning."

"I can help you, I was originally helping others to cultivate." Jian Huanyang said, "Come on, come on, you are the root of heaven, maybe you broke through in a dream!"

Jian Baisan hesitated for a moment and said, "Okay."

Jian Huanyang grew to the size of a small pavilion, Jian Baisan lay down on it, and slowly closed his eyes.

Jian Huanyang listened carefully, and heard that Jian Baisan's breathing finally gradually became steady.

Jian Huanyang felt the weight on her back - she felt that Jian Baisan was very light, not heavy at all.

She held back her energy and used her natural ability to the maximum.

The wind blows over and shakes Jian Baisan's broken hair.

Less than half an hour later, Li Laimiao pushed open the door and was taken aback when he saw Jian Baisan who was asleep.

She was not there because Jin Ligang had summoned them together.

Jin Li said that according to the regulations, all suzerains will be present in the final finals.

She symbolically sent a customary report letter, explaining the complicated situation involving Yan Longtian in this competition.

However, she knew that Leng Lianchi could not condescend to come to such a small place, and she didn't even mention the need for the suzerain to be present, so she just said in passing, "Among the other suzerains, only the suzerain who is in retreat can't come. His sect The suzerain, who has not been out for many years, ignores affairs, does not know life and death, and is completely ignored by the elders."

Leng Lianchi said with great interest that he also wanted to see the virtues of the younger generation of monks, so he decided to be present at the final as well.

This time, Jin Li was taken aback.

The suzerain is a particular person, so she hurriedly contacted the person in charge of the Bailu faction to prepare the summit and arrange the interior.

In addition, it is to inform the disciples of the sect about this matter.

The main thing is to educate them not to be like today, let others look at the palmistry and take the initiative to admit defeat, even if it is accurate.

It's fine that the suzerain didn't know and didn't care before, but this time the old man wants to come in person!
No matter how you say it, Leng Lianchi has to meet a disciple of this sect among the two in the final!

After listening to Jin Li's words, the eyes of the surrounding disciples lit up like wolves.

There are not many opportunities to perform in front of the suzerain, not to mention that Leng Lianchi has no disciples yet.

This is a great opportunity!
Among them, the tallest one is only in the middle stage of foundation establishment, but her ambition is not inferior to anyone else.

Li Laimiao stood on the side, and when the master's notification was over, he hurriedly sneaked out to find Jian Baisan, intending to tell her about it.

I didn't expect that she was sleeping... It's been a long time since I saw her take a rest.

Tell her when she wakes up.

But Jian Baisan had a dream.

In the dream, she returned to her small courtyard in Huxiao Mountain.

There were several pieces of paint on the old door, which were scratched by Rhubarb when he was a child.

Pushing open the door, father, mother, younger sister, Song Tai, Tonghe, Luo Xiaoyu, and Ji Dingxiang were all sitting together, just like a family.

Seeing her in a daze, the mother gave her a reproachful look: "The cook made so many dishes and said that friends are coming, but you, the host, are the last to arrive!"

Ji Dingxiang waved her hands nervously: "No, no, no, no!"

Song Tai looked serious: "Look at what you're talking about. It's my honor to be invited by her to have a meal! It's a blessing that I can't do in two lifetimes to see the three of you once." Where are you going?"

Qin Sang was unable to speak for a while.

Tong He patted the table and laughed wildly, Luo Xiaoyu laughed too, but restrained himself.

Jian Baisan was worried.

She was worried that Luo Xiaoyu would suddenly shoot at her, that Ji Dingxiang would suddenly pierce her skin with scissors with a cold face, that Tonghe and Song Tai would turn into a wisp of green smoke, or a puff of loess, and that the family members would turn into a cloud under her feet. Into a small black dot, disappeared.

But nothing happened.

Sitting at the table, Jian Baisan clinked glasses with everyone, drank and ate with chopsticks in a daze, chatted after a good meal, and laughed happily with everyone.

In a few moments, Jian Baisan heard himself talking about the details of defeating the enemy. Everyone listened carefully, and Jian Baisan even became the focus of the dinner table.

Only the younger sister reads the book without interest, but her ears are very straight.

It was early autumn outside, but the spring breeze in the dream stirred her hair.

Jian Baisan seemed to have never been so happy and complete. After eating this meal, she felt that her whole body was filled with strength—it was as if she had broken through.

However, within her body, an invisible barrier did quietly shatter.

The pattern on Jian Huanyang's back was like a tornado, sucking in a lot of spiritual power, they swirled again, rushed into Jian Baisan's body, and a small gust of wind blew up.

Li Laimiao opened her eyes wide in surprise, and said angrily, "It's late—"

Jian Huanyang also whispered, "It's late!"

"Sure enough, sleeping is still useful!"

Rhubarb squatted beside Jian Baisan quietly, saw a tear in the corner of her eye, and gently licked it away.

When Jian Baisan woke up, he felt relaxed all over.

Looking up, the night has passed, and the sky has turned pale.

In this sleep, he actually slept for nearly seven hours.

It felt very comfortable, and Jian Baisan felt that he had probably dreamed some kind of dream, but he had no memory of it.

Why do monks still dream?Jian Baisan felt that this was probably an illusion.

As a result, looking down, the patterns on Jian Huanyang's back were all dimmed.

Jian Baisan was startled: "Jian Huanyang, your pattern..."

"You're late!!" Jian Huanyang said loudly, "You're late! Didn't you notice it!"

Jian Baisan sank his spiritual power into his dantian, and found that the space for storing spiritual power in his dantian had grown larger again.

That is to say, her driving of Warcraft can last longer!

The skills of Rhubarb, who shares spiritual power with her, can also be stronger.

Jian Baisan finally felt a little better.

And Jian Huanyang only consumed a lot, "It will recover slowly over time," Jian Huanyang said, "Don't worry about me."

But when the eight-to-four match started again, the situation became unfavorable again.

(End of this chapter)