"Elder Xiaoyun actually went in, does Qin Ming really have a backstage?"
"wrong!"
"Elder Xiaoyun is responsible for accepting warriors from the small world, so I know Qin Ming."
"Does Elder Xiaoyun find that Qin Ming is talented?"
Zhang Ziqing couldn't understand for a while.
With the current qualifications of Qin Ming, it is indeed worthy of the elders to win over.
But the elders will not come in person.
It seems that Elder Xiaoyun has valued Qin Ming very early.
"It's no wonder that I always feel an aura that surrounds Qin Ming's stone house. It turns out that Elder Xiaoyun is protecting him."
Thinking of this, Zhang Ziqing was afraid for a while.
The disciples in the sect are strictly forbidden to kill each other. If he rushes into Qin Ming's room to kill him and is caught on the spot by Elder Xiaoyun, even the eldest son will not be able to protect him.
Moreover, with Qin Ming's aptitude, the greatest possibility, as soon as he shot, Xiaoyun slapped him with a palm.
Xiaoyun is a celestial scholar, but he can't deal with a little genius.
"Can't rush in, then how should I kill Qin Ming?"
Zhang Ziqing frowned.
He had been waiting for more than a month. For more than a month, Qin Ming couldn't go out of the gate, and he couldn't help but want to rush in directly several times.
He wanted to give up altogether, but the old man burst into a thunderous fire, so he would not be beaten to death when he went back?
...
As time passed, Qin Ming had been practicing in retreat for a month and a half.
On this day, the sun from the sky shone through the rice paper window and hit Qin Ming who was sitting cross-legged, reflecting a little bit of light.
"squeak……"
A slight voice sounded in Qin Ming's room, and the body that hadn't moved for half a month trembled. Qin Ming opened his eyes and the dark light flashed in his piercing eyes.
Qin Ming Gujing stood up without wave and stretched his muscles and bones.
"Finally, Genshi is on the ninth floor."
After more than a month of cultivating day and night, Qin Ming's realm finally reached the ninth level from the second level of the source scholar.
Even though he practiced day and night for more than a month, Qin Ming didn't feel boring at all, instead he cultivated with gusto.
Every day I can feel that I am making progress, and the joy in my heart is not enough to communicate with outsiders.
"The current me, at least the me who can beat the first floor of the source, ten!"
Squeezing his fist, Qin Ming felt the surging power in his body, and he was even more happy.
Such a rapid cultivation is possible only for the Genius rank. Once he advances to the rank of layman, even if he has the medicine, he will slow down.
Unless the blood on the body is replaced by the blood of a heavenly warrior.
Moreover, such non-sleeping cultivation is harmful to the martial artist.
The so-called haste is not enough, although such assiduous cultivation can make great progress in the short term.
But over time, people's mind and body will become exhausted, and if you practice this way at that time, you will not only make progress in a hurry, but it may also form a huge bottleneck.
Another, martial artist training, mood and experience are equally important.
A martial artist who cultivates behind closed doors can't reach a very high level.
He has been practicing continuously for a month and a half and must take a break.
If it is usual, he will definitely try alchemy during the rest time.
But now, he has more important things to do.
"It's time to fight for the championship of the potential contest."
Pushing open the door, Qin Ming walked out with firm steps.
Looking at the main mountain, Qin Ming walked one step at a time. Today is the day of the potential competition.
