Spiritual Resurgence: Cultivating Immortality from Farming

Lai Jianlin was watching from the audience, standing with Mo Wen, but Mo Wen was interesting and made comments from time to time.

"Tsk, tsk, Junior Sister Ding Ling has met her nemesis this time! So a man competes in spiritual power, and he also encounters his nemesis in magic, Fire. Junior Brother Lai, do you think Junior Sister Ding Ling can win?"

"Didn't you just comment? What are you asking me for?"

Lai Jianlin will not comment. Sometimes someone can rise to the occasion of an opportunity. This means that one in 10,000 people can be so tenacious.

The difference between the strength and weakness of boys and girls is originally a physical difference. It depends on that person's understanding and spiritual root strength, and it depends more on chance.

"Hehe, Junior Sister Ding Ling is already much luckier than me, and she managed to enter the finals."

Mo Wen smiled self-deprecatingly. Among the three people he knew, he was the weakest and unluckiest. He knew that his qualifications were not good, his understanding was not higher than others, and the road to immortality was more difficult than others.

He has spent a lot of effort to be able to enter the inner gate and establish the foundation stage. No one wants to go further and only depends on the opportunity in the future.

The resources were so poor before, but now that I have the spiritual stones and elixirs given by my junior brother, it may be possible to go further, it is just a matter of time.

Ding Ling fought again on the stage, but in the end he lost in terms of strength. This time he met his nemesis. When the opponent's flames flew over, he created an ice wall and failed to withstand the impact of the flames.

"Boom" the ice wall collapsed and flames flew over, causing her to keep dodging in the flames. The fan in her hand fanned away some flames, but the strong wind made the flames more powerful.

Ding Ling felt very hot in the flames, sweating all over his body, and cast an ice spell. When ice met fire, it turned into water.

Ding Ling came up with another move, gathering up the water on the ground and throwing it into the opponent's flames.

"Zizzizi"

The huge flames could not be extinguished immediately by the splashing of water. The strong wind just now turned the originally small flames into a blaze of flames.

How can it be destroyed by just some water?

Ding Ling saw that this had some effect. She didn't use the fan and the constant water spell.

Seeing that her magic weapon was useless, the other party used its sword to attack Ding Ling. The magic weapon turned into golden light, and the light was like a bunch of swords, attacking Ding Ling.

Ding Lingdong hid in Tibet, holding the fan as a defensive magic weapon, and hit the fan with Y.

The fan in Ding Ling's hand flew out, unable to resist the opponent's flames.

Seeing the flames burning his body, it created a wall of water that could only withstand one breath.

The opponent's attack from behind was stronger, and Ding Ling could not resist it, and was finally defeated. Women all love beauty, so how could they let the flames burn their eyebrows.

Not to mention taking off your clothes in public, creating a wall of water, jumping out of the martial arts platform and down to the square.

Ding Ling lowered his head and walked slowly to Lai Jianlin, like a child who had done something wrong. He lowered his head and did not dare to look up, nor did he dare to look at Lai Jianlin or others.

"Haha, junior sister, what are you doing?"

Mo Wen was happy to see Ding Ling like this.

He didn't look like this even when he lost the first game. Ding Ling lost the second game and was much better than him and much luckier, okay?

"Don't ask senior brother, I lost."

Ding Ling still lowered his head.

"Junior sister, it's not just you who lost, I also lost. Keep your head up and be happy. We have tried our best. Just do our best."

Mo asked for the comfort of being like a big brother.

Ding Ling felt a little better and looked up at Lai Jianlin, trying to get a few words from him.

Lai Jianlin smiled a little at the corner of his mouth. Seeing Ding Ling looking up at him, like a warm man, he said with a gentle smile:

"Junior sister, you are already great. You fought well. Don't be discouraged. Maybe luck will come to you."

"Senior brother, please stop comforting me. I have already lost, what kind of luck can come to me?"

Ding Ling's words really shocked Lai Jianlin's gentle gaze and encouraged him in his heart.

In fact, she felt that it had performed very well in this competition. If it were the past, it would have lost the first game.

She was lucky to be able to pass the second game today. Maybe people can't be too greedy, and their strength must slowly change.

Ding Ling showed a smile on his lips. He stood beside the two senior brothers and looked towards the martial arts platform. The competition was still in progress.

During this period, they also ate some big grains. During the day's competition, we had to replenish our physical and spiritual power without interruption, so we could only take elixirs.

Maybe someone brought food, but the food had to be taken care of for physical hygiene, and it was inconvenient to go out in the competition venue.

After two or three more rounds of competition on the martial arts stage, today's written examination for the inner disciples has come to an end.

The elder announced that the winner of this final would go on stage to receive the award.

Under the eyes of many people, Lai Jianlin went on stage with some winning disciples to receive the award.

What he got was a golden spaceship that could defend and fly. He also got the elixirs of Spirit Replenishing Pill, Foundation Building Pill, and 1,000 low-grade spiritual stones.

Those who received the award with him had the same number of elixirs and spiritual stones, but when the elder distributed the awards, they distributed them according to individual spiritual roots.

Those who received the awards on the stage were all accepted as direct disciples by Elder Jindan on the stage.

Lai Jianlin was accepted as a disciple by the law enforcement elder, who felt that he was a talent and needed to be properly cultivated to become his successor.

The people on the stage were very happy to be taken back as their direct disciples. It was such a joy to win the competition this time.

The people on the stage took the prizes and got off the stage. The people in the square thought the game was over! Just when they were about to disperse.

Ding Ling looked intently at Lai Jianlin who took a storage bag and flew down, feeling how handsome and unrestrained it was.

At this moment, a female elder’s voice came out from the stage:

"Ding Ling, this elder accepts you as my direct disciple. Come up and receive this elder's reward!"

The other elders on the stage smiled. This female elder had not recruited any disciples just now, and they thought she was still cold.

She has never accepted direct disciples, like a woman who refuses to eat fireworks.

Many of the elders in the Jindan stage do not have Taoist companions yet, and some are attracted to this female elder.

It's a pity that the goddess has no intention. She only faces the cold female face and can't exert her strength.

Unexpectedly, this person had taken a fancy to a female disciple, and it seemed that she was not a cultivator who did not eat the fireworks of the world.

Ding Ling thought she heard wrongly. There was someone with the same name, and stared blankly at the female elder on the stage.

"Junior sister, what are you calling?"

Mo Wen was happy for Ding Ling, patted Lai Jianlin again and said:

"Junior brother, you are indeed right. Junior sister will really have a chance."

Ding Ling woke up from her dream after Mo Wen shouted loudly in her ear, and went on stage blankly.

There was a pair of vicious eyes behind her, which came from a female cultivator. This female disciple looked at Ding Ling's back fiercely.