Chapter 199: Seven Sects Martial Competition
The most important thing is that he has his own opinions, and after Murong Ji's guidance, the books he read also began to support him.

"You unworthy person! Are you trying to piss me off to death?"

Tian Buyi's roar was so loud that it shook the earth. Murong Ji put down the book in his hand, feeling a little puzzled, as his master hadn't lost his temper for a long time.

What happened? When he went out, he saw Du Bishu walking towards the kitchen with his head down, and Zhang Xiaofan followed behind to comfort him.

With the return of Sixth Senior Brother Du Bishu, Dazhu Peak became lively for a while.

After the excitement, it was time to draw the prizes... no, it was time to look at the treasures. When Du Bishu took out three dice, everyone present was silent for a moment.

Then there was thunderous laughter, and the fifth brother immediately breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had unloaded a huge burden.

Life returned to normal again, or rather, normality was the daily routine of Dazhu Peak.

Murong Ji was lazily lying on the recliner, hiding in the kitchen and taking a break.

These days, my master is very busy. He has many high-quality pills to refine and has no time to take care of me.

Of course, he didn't dare to hang around in front of Tian Buyi. If he knew that he was being lazy, he would have to assign him tasks again.

[I just can't bear to see myself idle]

Zhang Xiaofan sat at the kitchen door, watching Xiao Hui and Da Huang playing around, and telling Murong Ji about the situation. Suddenly, he asked, "Seventh Senior Brother, I think Xiao Hui is a little interested in this Soul Devouring Stick..."

Murong Ji narrowed his eyes and said lazily: "Well, the bloodthirsty bead and the soul-stealing stick are both evil things. The evil energy can help animals like them to open their minds."

"Ahaha" Murong Ji yawned and added: "This is just my guess, don't trust it completely."

Zhang Xiaofan looked at Xiao Hui and Da Huang, a little hesitant, "Then I'll let it hold it often in the future..."

Murong Ji was somewhat helpless. "After all, it is an evil thing. If it is used for a long time, the evil spirit will enter the body. In the mildest case, it will turn into a demon, and in the worst case, it will kill you."

Zhang Xiaofan's face turned pale instantly and he was a little at a loss. After he came to his senses, he immediately snatched the Soul-Devouring Stick and held it in his hand, hesitating whether to throw it away.

Murong Ji glanced at Zhang Xiaofan, watched him touch the Bloodthirsty Pearl reluctantly, and then took back the Soul-Devouring Stick.

He sighed. If he threw away the stick at this moment, maybe he could change his fate.

"Xiao Fan."

"Seventh Brother, what's wrong? Do you want some water?" As he said that, Zhang Xiaofan went to get the bamboo tube placed aside.

Murong Ji chuckled. He liked this about Zhang Xiaofan.

People's hearts are complicated. Someone can serve you comfortably, but you don't know what he is thinking in his heart, is it flattery or calculation.

Zhang Xiaofan is a silly boy, he doesn't have any smart ideas, but like Song Daren, he is kind to people from the bottom of his heart.

Murong Ji stopped smiling and became extremely serious. "Xiao Fan, if you ever ride a dragon, don't forget the time you spent lying in the mud. You also come from a poor family, so you shouldn't bully and kill the common people."

Zhang Xiaofan nodded and said, "I won't do that. If that happens, what's the difference between that and the people who destroyed my village? Besides, I have never left Qingyun Mountain, so I don't have any chance to ride a dragon."

Murong Ji sighed, "Who knows..."

The two stopped talking. Murong Ji basked in the sun. The warm feeling made him a little sleepy and he was in a daze.

Coupled with the fetal breathing method, he seemed neither awake nor asleep.

"The master is here."

Before Murong Ji's eyes were fully opened, he had already crawled up with his hands and feet, picked up the bamboo lounge chair, and threw it into the bamboo forest.

Only then did he open his eyes and look at the figure appearing in the corridor in the distance. It was indeed Tian Buyi.

He secretly exhaled and looked at Zhang Xiaofan. This guy has good eyesight.

"Seventh brother, come here."

"Yes, master."

As expected, it was another assignment. Murong Ji looked at his master Tian Buyi's face, which gradually overlapped with the face of his leader in his first life...

Time passed by in a daze, and half a year had passed in the blink of an eye.

Early in the morning, Murong Ji was pulled up by Zhang Xiaofan and the eldest senior brother.

He opened his sleepy eyes and asked, "What's wrong, big brother? Why are you up so early?"

"Don't call me for breakfast. Just tell the master that I practiced too late last night."

Song Daren's face was dark, "Hurry up and get up, today is the day of the Seven Sects Martial Competition, we are waiting for you, you know!"

Murong Ji was stunned. Seven Clans Martial Competition? So soon?!
"Seventh Junior Brother, what's wrong with you? You have been so sleepy for the past six months! If Master hadn't been busy refining pills, he would have punished you."

Zhang Xiaofan had already brought water for washing his face. After Murong Ji washed up, he wiped his face with a towel and said, "I am practicing martial arts, but the way I practice is a little different."

"Wrong logic!" Song Daren scolded and took out Murong Ji's Qingyun Sect clothing.

After he was dressed, the azure-blue Liuyun costumes of Qingyun Sect highlighted his handsome and heroic appearance. It was true that clothes make the man.

When we arrived at the entrance to Dazhu Peak, we only saw our fellow disciples, but not our master or his wife.

"Seventh Junior Brother, just wait for your scolding!"

"Yeah, you don't know how dark the master's face is." "When we get to Tongtian Peak, walk around the master and his wife. When the master's anger subsides, everything will be fine..."

Murong Ji didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Where is the master and his wife?"

Sixth Senior Brother Du Bishu said, "Master and his wife have gone to Tongtian Peak first. They asked us to hurry over as well."

"Xiao Fan, what's wrong with you?" Tian Ling'er's voice attracted everyone's attention.

Seeing Zhang Xiaofan's hesitation, Tian Ling'er looked at Zhang Xiaofan's arms and said, "What is that? Let me see."

Zhang Xiaofan blushed and took out the stick.

Tian Ling'er was surprised and speechless. She had seen Zhang Xiaofan use it to cook. "Why did you bring this fire stick?"

Zhang Xiaofan glanced at his fellow brothers, all of whom were trying to hold back their laughter, lowering their heads and not saying anything.

"Hey, Junior Sister Ling'er, this is not just a fire stick, it is a rare treasure."

When Murong Ji's voice fell, Zhang Xiaofan instantly breathed a sigh of relief.

"This magic weapon is made of special material. It is made of meteorite iron that fell into the Nine Netherworlds and was eroded by wandering souls for thousands of years and tempered by lightning and fire."

"Do you remember the deep valley you entered? It was a battlefield. The previous owner was probably killed by Senior Qingyun. I don't know why..."

"Isn't that a treasure of the Demonic Cult!" Tian Ling'er's face turned pale, and she felt a lingering fear when she saw the stick in Zhang Xiaofan's hand.

"The master has already checked it, it's fine."

Murong Ji looked at everyone and breathed a sigh of relief, but his expression was still somewhat solemn. His master Tian Buyi was good at refining pills but not so good at refining weapons.

What's more, the divine objects are self-evident. There is only one of them, the Bloodthirsty Pearl and the Soul-Captivating Stick. They are magic weapons that can rival the Nine Heavens Divine Weapons.

The combination of the two is even more...

Murong Ji looked at the Soul-Snatching Stick, [If the method of refining evil spirits can be successful, this magic weapon will be a great help to cultivation. ]

Thinking of this, Murong Ji discovered a problem. The essence of the magic weapon did not seem to be to enhance combat power, but to assist in cultivation!
Without saying anything more, Yu Jian, along with several fellow brothers, followed Song Daren to the Tongtian Peak.

Following Song Daren onto the square, Murong Ji took a quick glance and saw that there were so many people on the square at this moment.

A rough count revealed that there were several thousand of them.

You wouldn't see so many people at Tongtian Peak on ordinary days. Murong Ji really had no idea how strong Qingyun Mountain was.

Shang Baoming, the steward of Nayong City, was only at the sixth or seventh level of Yuqing realm now that he thought about it. His father Murong Yunhai was also at the sixth or seventh level of Yuqing realm.

If measured by this standard, there are at least two to three thousand disciples above the fourth level of Yuqing in Qingyun Mountain.

"Big Brother, here!"

When Tian Ling'er's voice came, Murong Ji turned his head and looked. Under the large cauldron that was more than one meter tall, Tian Ling'er and the fourth senior brother and others were waiting there.

I followed the eldest brother, found a position, and thought about how to modify my magic weapon.

It is a bit late to modify the magic weapon now. The Tianwen Sword and the Dragon Snake Bow have basically been finalized, and the only one left is the Youwei Xuanjian. If you want to modify it again, all the previous nurturing will be wasted.

He sighed helplessly and could only think of a way to refine another magic weapon.

When he came back to his senses and looked at the eldest brother and the others, he heard the eldest brother whisper, "Why do I see so many unfamiliar faces? Fourth Brother, do you have any news?"

Fourth Senior Brother He Dazhi looked thoughtful and said, "Over the years, each peak and each sect has accepted a lot of new disciples."

Murong Ji looked around, but he felt nothing.

"Seventh Junior Brother, I will introduce you to the popular disciples of each peak later, as well as their fighting methods and styles."

"You are the hope of our Dazhu Peak. This is your first time participating in the Seven Clans Martial Competition. Don't let things get in the way."

The fourth senior brother pulled Murong Ji's arm and said.

Murong Ji nodded. Knowing some information about the opponent would make things easier. Then he looked at his fourth and fifth brothers carefully. These two were extremely well-informed.

"Senior Brother Song, long time no see."

Murong Ji was stunned, turned his head and saw that his senior brother Song Daren was abnormally excited, as if he had been injected with chicken blood, and his energy and spirit were rapidly radiating.

Looking again, I saw a beautiful woman with hair like clouds and skin as white as snow, named Wen Min.

Behind her were a dozen women, all wearing the uniform Liuyun costumes of the Qingyun Sect. The snow-white clothes only highlighted their beauty and slim figures.

The women's sect attire looks prettier than theirs.

Looking at the eldest brother again, he was still in a daze and couldn't react for a while.

Murong Ji was a little speechless. Isn't it just a love affair? You haven't even started yet.

"Ahem, Senior Brother, someone is greeting you."

Song Daren reacted, "Junior Sister Wenmin." His expression was exactly the same as Zhang Xiaofan's in front of Tian Ling'er.

Fortunately, the fourth senior brother was there to ease the tension between the two of them. Otherwise, without the fourth senior brother, the two of them would have separated...

(End of this chapter)