Nine Regions Fanxian

Hear Luan Honghuang announce the results of the competition.

The expressions of the semi-saint students of Shanglu Palace were uglier than each other.

This is a competition designed by their garrison students.

However, they had already come into contact with the projection of the heavenly soldiers on the way.

Under such circumstances, he only managed to tie with the Half-Saint student of Yu Ne Palace! ?
This is simply a shame!

They could imagine how other students would spread rumors, gossip, and make up stories about them behind their backs when they returned to Shanglu Palace!
"You two are really something. Taihao Zhe has just mastered the projection of the Heavenly Soldiers. As members of the Heavenly Soldiers Clan, you are not as good as him? Even worse than the one on the opposite side?"

A half-saint student from the Ran Deng clan started to make sarcastic remarks.

These words made the two half-saints of the Heavenly Soldiers clan blush, and they wished they could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

"Okay, what do you think the strongest heavenly soldier is? If anyone can become the commander of the army, then my heavenly soldier clan will be the only one in the five heavens."

The sound of chaos and wildness sounded.

Upon hearing this, the two half-saints of the Burning Lamp Clan smiled awkwardly and did not dare to refute.

"Victory and defeat are common in the military. Now it's just a draw. You nine little guys don't need to take it to heart."

Taihao Zhou also laughed, and there was no trace of displeasure in his words.

The mentality of the nine students from Shanglu Palace eased a little.

Taihao Zhen couldn't help but look at Li Kongkong who was dancing with joy a few more times.

Seeing that the other party showed his emotions on his face and had no cunning at all, a hint of contempt could not help but appear in his eyes.

"Congratulations, Li Honghong."

"Luckily I have you this time."

"When the academic exchange conference is over, we'll treat you to a drink and celebrate."

"How did you succeed in comprehending it?"

On the Yunie Palace side, seven half-saint seniors surrounded Li Kongkong, congratulating him while trying to learn from him.

Li Honghong smiled and said, "Hey! I don't know either. I just felt that I had a connection with it. I chatted with it silently in my heart for a while, and it worked!"

Chat with the Tianbing projection?
In your heart?
Everyone looked at Li Kongkong with complicated expressions. He used such a reason to fool people. He really treated them as fools.

Since Li Kongkong was unwilling to talk, they stopped asking.

After all, this is someone else's private matter. The right to speak out or not is up to Li Kongkong.

"Student Fang Chen, can we start the second round of competition now?"

Taihao Zhou held up his beard and smiled:
"I am quite curious about the competition you designed."

All eyes fell on Fang Chen.

Even Luanqiutian and Bai Qingming were curious about what kind of competition Fang Chen would design.
While ensuring fairness, should we give Yu Nemiya a slight advantage?

Huang Chaofeng also stared at Fang Chen a few more times at this moment.

Although the other party is a junior in the late stage of Qi gathering.

But his experience has crushed these old guys.

Fang Chen smiled and waved his sleeves, and a city appeared out of thin air in Wanfa Valley.

In a flash, Taihao Zhen, Li Kongkong and others appeared in the middle of the busy street.

When Li Kongkong and the others saw this scene, their expressions suddenly changed and they felt a little frightened.

"This city..."

The guards at the scene, the teachers, the Qi-gathering students, and the semi-saint students all showed a solemn look.

It is said that many saints can perform this kind of deceptive technique.

But it always feels like something is not right.

And this city in front of them felt too... real!

"The competition I designed is to train your mind."

Fang Chen's voice resounded throughout the Wanfa Valley:

"The journey of refining the mind is set to last ten years. If anyone can wake up during these ten years, they will get one point."

"If someone dies in there, one point will be deducted."

"Take this as the standard." He looked at Luan Honghuang and Taihao Zhou with a questioning look in his eyes.

Taihao Zhou seemed to be thinking: "Refine your mind..."

"Since it was designed by Fang Chen, I think it is fair enough. I have no objection."

Luan Honghuang smiled and nodded.

Right now, Zhao Kui, Luan Qiutian, Bai Qingming, Gu Yuanlu, Huang Chaofeng and others are still observing the city hard, trying to find any flaws in it.

The more I observed, the weirder his expression became.

Even Zhao Kui and others, whose cultivation was far higher than Fang Chen's, could hardly find any flaws in this city.

At the same time, the eyes of Li Kongkong and others gradually began to become confused.

"It's coming again, Mingjing, we have to hold on this time. If I become a beggar in front of so many teachers and students, I will lose all my face!"

In an instant, there was a hint of clarity in Li Kongkong's eyes. She forced herself to finish this sentence, then became confused again.

Countless eyes in Wanfa Valley were staring at the scene in the city with a little curiosity, wanting to see how the mind-training competition designed by Fang Chen would turn out.

Later they discovered that the movements of Li Kongkong and others had become seven or eight times faster.

Fortunately, everyone has some skills, so even if it is seven or eight times faster, they can still see it clearly.

"Ten years in the outside world means about eighty years in the inside."

Fang Chen smiled.

Eighty years?

The saints from all sides nodded thoughtfully.

The aura of cultivation from Li Kongkong and others has now been washed away.

As a mortal, eighty years is basically a lifetime.

A few years later.

Li Kongkong held a bamboo stick in his hand, stood in front of a dozen beggars headed by Mingjing, and gave them a lecture:

"We beggars, we must have the qualities of a beggar. First of all, we must know how to say nice things and act pitiful. Only in this way will people be compassionate and give us two steamed buns to eat."

"Boss, how should I say something nice?"

Ming Jing asked.

"It takes a lot of skill to say nice things. First of all, you have to know how to read people's expressions and be flexible."

Li Kongkong pondered and said, “You have learned the tricks of this trade, but true knowledge comes from practice. Only by exploring can you constantly recognize your own shortcomings.

I'll give you a task today. I want to eat chicken legs. Go ahead."

"Yes, Gang Leader!"

In the Wanfa Valley, every look was filled with surprise.

"How can this Li Kong Kong be so powerful that he can forget his past and become a beggar and still become the leader of a gang?"

Duan Zurui secretly took a deep breath, and he suddenly found that his old enemy Li Kongkong had become extremely unfamiliar.

The talent that the other party has not yet shown is probably terrifyingly strong!
In the evening, the beggars returned.

Li Kongkong picked out a ball of snot, rubbed it gently with her fingertips, and said calmly:
"Did we achieve a fruitful result today?"

Taihao Zun immediately raised the broken bowl in his hand and said in a flattering manner:
"Boss, I got a chicken leg!"

"Good! Taihao Zhen, you do have the potential to become my senior disciple!"

Li Kongkong was overjoyed. While taking the chicken leg, he did not forget to praise Taihao Zhen.

Then he noticed that Mingjing looked a little guilty, and immediately asked:

"Ming Jing, what about you?"

"Master, my bowl was taken away by a beggar on Nanmen Street."

Mingjing whispered.

Li Honghong looked disappointed: "Mingjing, you disappoint me so much."

Ming Jing lowered her head in shame. (End of this chapter)