In The Immortal Cultivation World, Hard Work Can Make Up For Your Shortcomings

"Brother Ye, well done!"

The next day, the entry-level election.

In the lively arena, as soon as Ye Fan got off the arena, Mu Jiuxiao came up to greet him. This was his first time watching the sect selection, and he found it quite interesting.

"Heh, you don't seem to be looking at me at all."

Ye Fan exposed him without giving any face.

"Ahem, the main reason is that Brother Ye Fan is sure of victory. He defeats the enemy with just a few moves every time. Other arenas are more exciting." Mu Jiuxiao told the truth.

Ye Fan is worthy of being the king of force. His fights are really nothing to watch. You can see him with a stern face throughout the whole process, and then he wins with just a few tricks. His opponent is simply vulnerable!

"Today is still the first day of selection, so it doesn't matter. Only on the last day will those masters come out in droves. By then, even as brothers, it will be difficult for them to win." Ye Fan shook his head and said.

"Anyway, brother Ye Fan, you will definitely win."

Mu Jiuxiao looked full of confidence in him, which made Ye Fan shake his head and laugh again. Is this guy so confident in himself?

"Don't brag about being a brother. I have to go back to prepare for the next competition. You should also go back to practice. There is nothing to see in the first two days. You can just come on the last day." Ye Fan said.

"That's okay."

Mu Jiuxiao has seen enough today. Next, it is best to go home and plant all the golden rice.

After bidding farewell to Ye Fan, Mu Jiuxiao continued to go back and be busy with spring plowing. With his current strength, he just planted seeds, which didn't take much time. By the third day, he had planted all the golden rice.

"Xiao Huihui, this is our ration for this year, please keep an eye on it."

After Mu Jiuxiao planted the golden rice, he handed over the guarding to Xiao Huihui, and hurried to the outside of the mountain gate to watch the competition.

Sure enough, as Ye Fan said, today's competition was much more intense, and these monks were all full of tricks.

Some use talismans, some use fire attacks, and some rely on a poisonous mist gourd to stun the opponent.

Today's game is really dizzying, and the various methods are eye-opening to the otaku Mu Jiuxiao.

Especially the man wearing green clothes, looking slovenly, but holding a poisonous mist gourd. When Mu Jiuxiao saw him, he couldn't help but think to himself, what should he do if he met him?

The answer is that with his current ability, there is no way he can escape.

He could only stay at the mountain gate as much as possible, farming with peace of mind and less fighting.

The morning competition ended quickly, and Mu Jiuxiao was still a little unfinished. It wasn't until Ye Fan patted him on the shoulder that he came back to his senses, "Brother Ye Fan, why didn't I see you this morning?"

"I drew the lot in the afternoon." Ye Fan replied.

"I see."

Mu Jiuxiao nodded, and was about to tell Ye Fan everything he saw in the morning, but heard Ye Fan say: "I have been watching the competition here, but Xiaojiu, you are watching seriously, and you didn't even listen to me saying hello to you. arrive."

"Really? It seems that my strength is low, my spiritual sense is not obvious, and my reaction is too slow." Mu Jiuxiao scratched his head and said.

"It's obvious that you were too absorbed in watching the competition and didn't notice us at all."

At this time, another voice came from the side. Mu Jiuxiao turned around and was pleasantly surprised, "Brother Zhao, didn't you say you didn't have time to come over?"

"I figured it out, the spirit stones are earned for the family, and the experience gained from the competition is for me." Zhao Jiyu replied.

"now it's right."

Mu Jiuxiao nodded and said: "Power belongs to yourself. Only when you become stronger can you truly make greater contributions to the family and protect the family from wind and rain."

"Oh, I don't dare to think about sheltering from the wind and rain. If I can become a foundation-building monk in this life, my brother will die without regrets." Zhao Jiyu said.

"Brother Zhao, why are you so pessimistic? You and I are still young, and life is like a dream, so why are we afraid of ups and downs?" Mu Jiuxiao said with a smile.

"The young man's heroic spirit soared into the sky, hoping to compete with God; the spirit in his heart was like a flying sword, and it would not return until it destroyed the world; he used the sword to seek the way for ninety thousand miles, but then he realized that it was too difficult to find the way; in a blink of an eye, white hair appeared on the temples, and it took a hundred days to build Kimo is waiting."

"Brother Zhao, what's wrong with you?"

When Mu Jiuxiao saw Zhao Jiyu suddenly reciting poems, his temperament changed, and he felt that he was a little weird.

"The seventh uncle of our clan passed away at the age of 108. He was extremely talented. It is said that when he was twenty years old, he had already reached the seventh level of Qi training. He was once the genius of the clan, but he was obsessed with swordsmanship when he was young. , which wasted time and failed to break through the foundation building stage until he sat down.

This poem was written before his death!"

Zhao Jiyu sighed, thinking that it was the seventh uncle's death that made him feel a little bit shocked, and he felt a little more emotional.

"So, we have to practice hard. In addition to practice, other techniques, swordsmanship, formations, etc. are just means of protecting the Tao. We must not put the cart before the horse." Mu Jiuxiao said.

Anyway, everything he does is to cultivate to a higher level. Only when he cultivates to a higher level, will he have more time to study other things.

Wasting time at a young age to pursue the ultimate swordsmanship is not what he wants to do. In this life, he only wants immortality.

"Yeah, I didn't expect you, Xiaojiu, to see things so clearly at such a young age."

Zhao Jiyu sighed with emotion, "I have just realized that if you can't build the foundation, your life will only be a short period of more than 120 years. Why should you stick to the dogma every day? Enjoy what you should enjoy."

"Well......"

Mu Jiuxiao looked at him. Your perception seems completely different from mine.

However, he was able to have this realization, and as a friend, he was also happy for him. People must learn to be flexible.

"Come on, Xiaojiu, let's go have a drink and let you, Brother Ye Fan, prepare for the next competition."

Zhao Jiyu pulled Mu Jiuxiao and walked to the stall outside without giving him time to react. Mu Jiuxiao thought that maybe this seventh uncle had left a profound mark in Zhao Jiyu's life. Now that he has passed away, he He must have felt uncomfortable in his heart, so he went with him.

Because the Seven Star Sect sect was selecting new disciples, a large group of monks gathered outside the sect. Mu Jiuxiao also saw many familiar faces inside. They were all former tenant farmers, and they also took this opportunity to come out and show off. A small stall to earn a few broken souls.

"Let's go, I'll treat you to some meat."

Zhao Jiyu came to a stall that grilled spirit beast meat and spent two spirit stones to buy some spirit beast meat skewers. Mu Jiuxiao looked at the spirit beast meat skewers that were stuffed into his hands and fell into a daze for a moment. middle.

"Have you never tried it before? This is Daba mutton. It tastes very delicious. It is grilled with Immortal Cultivation World's unique spices. It's like a god."

Zhao Jiyu put the mutton in his hand to his nose and smelled it, looking very satisfied.

It wasn't that Mu Jiuxiao had never eaten barbecue before. He just didn't expect that he could also eat barbecue in Immortal Cultivation World, so he was a little surprised.

But then I thought about it, monks are also human beings, and there are people who are dedicated to asceticism; naturally there are people who are greedy for pleasure.

Some people have cultivated to a certain level and still want to climb higher and continue to climb the peak; while some people have cultivated to a certain level and feel slack and want to enjoy themselves more. That is perfectly normal.