The cannon fodder female partner becomes a god by practicing involution

Chapter 25 Eighth Level of Qi Refining
Time flies, spring passes and autumn comes, and more than ten months pass in the blink of an eye.

In the No. 19 Cave of Yunxian Peak, a young girl dressed in a blue shirt with a strong aura around her body was meditating on a futon with her eyes closed.

If someone familiar with her is nearby, they will find that the girl's cultivation is more advanced than before the retreat, and she has broken through to the eighth level of Qi refining.

After being reminded by the system, Shen Qingluo suspended his training for several months.

Today is the last day to register for the sect competition. If she misses it, she will miss her trip to Yanlan Cave.

Shen Qingluo stood up neatly from the futon and waved his sleeves to remove the cave restrictions.

As soon as he left the cave, he saw a beautiful figure.

"Qing Luo, you're out of the seclusion! If you don't come out, I'm going to break through the restriction. You haven't signed up for the sect competition yet, have you?"

"Well, luckily we made it in time." Shen Qingluo was a little surprised. Looking at the current situation, Mo Lian must have been waiting outside the cave for a long time.

"I'm not telling you, you are really big-hearted. It's been more than half a month since the registration started, and most of my classmates have signed up on the first day. I wanted to wait for you to join me, but I didn't expect that the door of your cave has been closed all the time. , I had to go alone."

Shen Qingluo looked slightly pale, "Sorry, I was immersed in practice and forgot about time."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yao Molian glared at him angrily, "What's there to apologize for? Come on, don't delay, come with me to Qiming Peak, the registration location is there."

"Ah."

More than ten months have passed, and Yao Molian's cultivation has also broken through to the seventh level of Qi Refining.

She was not surprised that Shen Qingluo was promoted to the eighth level of Qi Refining. This friend's cultivation level had always been promoted very quickly, no slower than single spiritual roots and mutant spiritual roots.

Qiming Peak is one of the outer peaks of the Taisheng Sect. The mountain is relatively small and flat. There is a hall on the top of the peak. Next to the hall stands a jade biscuit with seven very down-to-earth characters inscribed with a gilt pen: Zongmen. Competition Registration Office
Because it was the last day, very few disciples came here.

The person in charge of recording the places was an unsmiling Foundation Establishment Master Uncle. When he saw someone arriving, he raised his eyelids and said expressionlessly: "Take off the wooden identification plate and put it on the table. I will compare it and record it myself. In addition, I have already Those who have already registered do not need to register again, as it will not be missed.”

Shen Qingluo did as he was told, and within a moment, he completed the registration.

Uncle Foundation Architect continued: "Put away the wooden cards. The competition will begin in three days. The venue will be at Xiwu Peak. Each opponent will be determined by drawing lots. If you have nothing to ask, you can leave."

"Yes."

The two of them each bowed and left the hall.

When I arrived, my steps were hurried, but when I left, I walked slowly all the way.

"Qingluo, the competition is coming soon, do you have anything else to prepare? I plan to go to Wanbaofang. I heard that there will be a small auction tomorrow. Do you want to come with me?"

Wanbaofang is the market that Shen Qingluo visited before. She did have some elixirs to sell, so she nodded and said, "When will we go there specifically?"

"The auction has officially started. If we go there, we have to go earlier. How about three quarters?"

"it is good."

"Then it's settled. It's been ten months since the last sparring session. How about we continue later?"

"of course can!"

Along the way, Yao Molian talked about many things. She was not a talkative person, but she had changed a bit since getting to know Shen Qingluo.

After half a stick of incense, the sound of blades clashing sounded again in the open space in front of Cave No. 19 on Yunxian Peak.
As their cultivation level improved, the two became more and more proficient in controlling weapons. When they sparred, they were no longer restrained as they were at the beginning for fear of hurting others.

In every battle, both sides use the blue steel sword issued by the sect. This sword is a low-grade magical weapon, so even if it is damaged, it will not hurt much. Shen Qingluo kept changing his moves, and the buzzing sound reached his ears continuously.

At a certain moment, the two long swords were cut together again. The sword body, which was full of dense gaps, was finally overwhelmed and broke into two pieces with a scraping sound.

The green steel sword was completely scrapped. Yao Molian smiled helplessly. The two of them each held the half-broken sword hilt and did not continue to attack.

"It is true that low-grade magical weapons cannot withstand higher-intensity battles and can only be used temporarily as self-defense objects in the early stages of Qi refining. Speaking of which, this sect competition does not stipulate the grade of weapons used by participating disciples. I guess At that time, many spiritual weapons are likely to appear. As for magic weapons, they cannot be inspired by the spiritual power of Qi Refining monks, so they can be excluded."

Shen Qingluo agreed with this, "As long as there are enough spirit stones, any kind of spiritual weapon can be purchased. If it is within the sect, it can also be exchanged with contribution points. If it is a disciple of a cultivating family or a disciple who has already become a master, then they The treasure may be given by the elders."

Not to mention others, it was Shen Qingluo himself. The splendid clothes he wore were a top-grade defensive weapon, and the falling stone formation plate was also a second-level treasure.

However, remembering the first time she had a discussion with Mo Lian, she immediately made up her mind to go to Fang Market tomorrow to buy two more defensive boots and hairpins.

At midnight on the second day, at the entrance of Wanbaofang, two girls with outstanding temperament walked slowly from a distance.

One of them was wearing a long black dress with flying black hair; the other was wearing white clothes and had bright eyes and white teeth.

Because the auction was about to start, there were many monks coming and going in Wanbaofang, and many people noticed the two girls.

When they noticed that they were at the seventh or eighth level of Qi refining, they all looked away and did not dare to stay any longer.

With a bone age of less than twenty, one can easily imagine the origin of such cultivation.

These two girls are Shen Qingluo and Yao Molian.

Before leaving the sect, they considered that there were many monks in the city and wearing sect clothes would be very conspicuous, so they changed their clothes specially.

Shen Qingluo took control of the brocade clothes and changed the style into the most inconspicuous black skirt, while Yao Molian returned to the dress he wore on the day of the examination.

The two of them didn't expect that being so low-key would still attract some attention.
The auction is located in the center of Fang, in a nine-story Huixuan Pavilion.

To enter this pavilion, you need to bring out 10,000 low-grade spiritual stones or something of corresponding value to prove that you are qualified to participate in the auction, instead of just being a spectator and occupying the position in vain.

Shen Qingluo took out a corresponding number of spirit stones, while Yao Molian took out a set of first-order formation flags.

The two entered the auction smoothly and were led to the second floor by the attendants inside.

As for the first floor, it is an auction exhibition place and no monks are left here.

About a stick of incense later, the Huixuan Pavilion was full and there were no more vacancies. The door to the attic closed slowly. Some monks who were still in line beat their chests and regretted that they had not come earlier.

On the second floor of the attic, Shen Qingluo and Yao Molian were sitting next to each other. They were in the first row, leaning against the fence.

Not long after, a secret door on the east side of the first floor slowly opened, and a graceful female cultivator in a red gauze skirt came out.

"Welcome all seniors and fellow Taoists to participate in Huixuan Pavilion's annual auction. There are a total of thirty treasures participating in the auction this time."

After saying this, the female cultivator reached out and patted the door three times. At the same time, an attendant holding a golden tray came out of the secret door.

For a moment, the eyes of all the cultivators in the pavilion fell on the tray.

There was a mask as thin as a cicada's wings.

The female cultivator's voice sounded again, "This treasure is called Thousand Illusions. After wearing it, you can change its appearance as you wish. Seniors and fellow Taoists are walking outside on weekdays. If you don't want to reveal your identity, you can take a photo of this thing. Thousand Illusions." The starting price is 50,000 low-grade spiritual stones, and each increase in price must not be less than 1,000 low-grade spiritual stones."

(End of this chapter)