Quick Wear: I Kill the Male and Female Leads in 48 Hours a Day

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  When dawn broke, Jin Shu slowly opened her eyes.

  She exhaled a breath of foul air, and her eyes, which were originally dull and lifeless, now shone with a strange brilliance.

  Including the whole night yesterday, she had cultivated for fourteen days, and had successfully cultivated from a waste with a destroyed spiritual vein to the thirteenth level of Qi training.

  The cultivation of the immortal race is divided into three realms: lower, middle, and upper

  . The lower realm is further divided into the first to thirteenth levels of Qi training, and after Qi training is the initial, middle, and late stages of foundation building.

  Breaking through the foundation building, one reaches the middle realm.

  The middle realm is divided into two levels: refining emptiness and fusion.

  Before Jin Shu's spiritual vein was destroyed, her cultivation level was the late stage of refining emptiness in the middle realm, and she had faintly touched the bottom line of the early stage of fusion.

  After the middle realm, it is the upper realm.

  The upper realm is divided into the true immortal realm and the golden immortal realm.

  There are very few people with such cultivation in the immortal world.

  Canglan Immortal Venerable is in the late stage of the true immortal realm.

  At this level of cultivation, it is as difficult as ascending to heaven to break through.

  When you reach the true fairyland, the vast fairy clan will basically have no rivals.

  In the past, Jin Shu always thought that she was a genius.

  At a young age, she broke through the middle realm and became the best among her peers.

  But now, this level of cultivation is nothing in the eyes of the strong.

  If she wants to protect herself, she must defeat Canglan.

  The dream is a warning that Canglan will sooner or later become her enemy for Meng Ling.

  Thinking of this, the strong sense of crisis made Jin Shu dare not slack off for a minute. Thinking of this,

  she did not give herself any breathing space and closed her mind again.

  She would never come out before the trial.

  In the next few days, as soon as the midnight arrived, Jin Shu set out on time to practice in other fairy mountains.

  The spiritual power of the four first-class fairy mountains will be re-condensed every night. At the beginning, Jin Shu could only absorb all the spiritual power of two fairy mountains at a time. On the fourth and fifth nights, she could already clean up the spiritual power of the four fairy mountains in succession!
  This feeling is no different from a mouse falling into a rice jar. Every night when Jin Shu came back, her spiritual veins were aching from the spiritual power.

  Every time, she would never stop until her spiritual vein was about to explode.

  After four times of this, Jin Shu felt that her spiritual vein, which was as thin as hair before, had now widened to the thickness of rice grains.

  After exploring her cultivation, Jin Shu was slightly surprised.

  Because of the existence of the twenty-four-hour system, she had long lost her perception of the passage of time.

  She only knew that she was constantly practicing and becoming stronger, but she didn't know when she had risen from the thirteenth level of Qi training to the middle stage of foundation building.

  The further she went, the slower the speed of cultivation.

  Such a speed was beyond Jin Shu's expectations.

  It can be seen from this that there is just how much spiritual power there is on the four immortal mountains that usually prohibit all disciples from entering and leaving at will.

  It is as vast as mountains and seas, and is only for the four immortals to enjoy.

  When Jin Shu thought of Canglan's preaching in the dream, she wanted to laugh. He asked herself to be righteous, selfless and tolerant, but what about him? He occupied the unique resources on the immortal mountain and did not share them with anyone.

  Jin Shu once thought that Immortal Canglan was the most compassionate and tolerant person in the world. He would come down to earth to distribute medicine, personally boil medicine and distribute it, and treat all living things equally.   

  Thinking about it now, Jin Shu found it even more ridiculous.

  In the next few days, those immortals must have realized that something was wrong. In the past, they would practice at night when the spiritual energy was the most concentrated, and their cultivation would always improve. But in the past few days, there was no response, and the spiritual energy on the mountain was much less than before.

  The four immortals sat down to talk about this matter, and found that everyone encountered the same situation.

  Immortal Canglan still looked calm.

  "If there is really someone doing this secretly, we just need to lay a net and find out tomorrow morning."

  Immortal Diyong: "If they can do this under our noses, it must be someone from other mountains. Kunlun has never had any grudges with them. If they really did this, we can't be bullied in vain." The

  other two immortals nodded.

  This strange thing can't be solved in a short time, Immortal Diyong changed the subject.

  "Canglan, your Immortal Mountain is missing a fierce general in this year's trial meeting. I haven't seen Jin Shu for a long time. Recently, I see you always bring your little apprentice with you. Don't forget the old one just because you have a new one!" Di Yong was

  still a mortal ten thousand years ago, and his words and actions were frivolous.

  Canglan said calmly without changing his expression.

  "Jin Shu is arrogant and doesn't want to see people when she encounters this disaster. As for my little apprentice Meng Ling, she is just a little lively and clingy. I'm sorry to make you immortals laugh at her."

  "Does the little apprentice have any treasures? Like your eldest apprentice, she also has a father who is a god of war. He left her many treasures before he died?"

  Canglan subconsciously concealed the six-veined spiritual root for Meng Ling when he heard it, and just said casually that he had more pity and care for her because she was young.

  Six-veined spiritual roots are rare in ten thousand years. If people rashly know about it, Meng Ling, who is still weak now, is likely to be harmed by traitors.

  This matter should be kept secret for as long as possible.

  In the end, the matter of the weakening of spiritual power on the mountain was left unresolved.

  On the day of the trial meeting.

  All three thousand disciples of Kunlun Mountain gathered at the competition field in the middle of the Four Veins Immortal Mountain.

  Three thousand disciples rushed here, and the clothes of different colors on their bodies represented that they were taught by different immortals.

  The four immortals usually only recognize three to five closed disciples, and the remaining disciples are handed over to their most trusted and reliable disciples to manage.

  As the eldest disciple of Canglan Immortal, Jingye naturally had to manage hundreds of disciples under his door.

  Soon the trial began, and all the disciples were randomly shuffled in order, and their names were carved on jade pieces, and the jade pieces were hung above by red ropes.

  A total of eight arenas started at the same time.

  All disciples stepped forward to pull the rope in turn, and the one they pulled would be the opponent.

  Those with good luck might be able to hold on to the end.

  Those with bad luck, like this disciple now, but with the cultivation level of the eighth level of Qi training, directly chose a fellow senior brother who was at the peak of the thirteenth level of Qi training.

  The final outcome was naturally a miserable defeat.

  Everyone crowded in the front so that they could choose their own opponents. Although it was also random, it was better than waiting to be chosen by others.

  Rattan chairs were arranged in the back, and the four masters' closed disciples basically sat there, watching the other disciples compete on the top without hurrying.

  For fairness, their names were also hung

  on the top. But whoever picked them basically sighed and went ahead. They were hit again within three moves, and the progress was quite fast.

  Jingye's brothers sat together. There was a bag of dried fruits on the small table in the middle. The three brothers ate leisurely. Meng Ling sat in the middle, puffing his cheeks and biting a walnut. Seeing this,

  Lianxin stretched out her hand helplessly and asked her to spit out the walnut, then gently squeezed it, crushed the walnut shell, picked out the kernel inside, picked it out and handed it to her again.