Chen Mobai put down the wine cup in his hand, his tone calm.

Qi Rui and Xi Jinghuo looked at each other, unsure of what he meant by “good”.

“Junior Brother Chen, although you have a second-order flying sword, you might stand a chance against weaker true disciples. However, Senior Sister Ding Ying has held the position of a true disciple for thirteen years. Even without our talisman department’s flying flower talisman armor, she has the strength to secure a place among the true disciples.”

As a disciple of the talisman department, Qi Rui was well aware of Ding Ying’s strength.

In the previous ten years of true disciples, Ding Ying was indeed among the last.

But after E Yun and others either established their foundation or retired, she was already among the first echelon of true disciples.

“What I actually want to face is Mu Yuan.”

But what Chen Mobai said next made even Xi Jinghuo, a second-generation immortal, gasp in surprise.

Who was Mu Yuan?

He was the true disciple put forward by the first of the three halls, the Divine Wood Hall, a genius meant to replace Zhou Wangshen who had successfully established his foundation.

It was said that his spiritual root talent was even better than Zhou Wangshen’s. If it weren’t for that heavenly spiritual root, Mu Yuan would have been the most talented disciple in the Divine Wood Sect in the past ten years.

In last year’s sect competition, if it weren’t for his young age and lack of experience in magic duels, he might not have ranked fourth.

Even so, Yuan Chiyi had to use all his cards to defeat him, leaving him powerless to compete with the other two in the final ranking of the true disciples, ranking third.

In this year’s sect competition, Mu Yuan was widely recognized as a seed that could enter the final round, that is, the top three.

“Junior Brother Chen, I know you were a bit unwilling to accept your defeat last year, but sometimes, one has to accept their fate. Mu Yuan is too strong, backed by the Divine Wood Hall, with two second-order magical instruments. Even the previous first, Uncle Master Honghe, might not be able to suppress him at the Qi Refining stage.”

Qi Rui advised solemnly.

In the previous batch of true disciples, Honghe from the Punishing Evil Hall held the position of the first true disciple for a full ten years, with Zhou Wangshen from the Divine Wood Hall and E Yun alternating in the second and third places.

And Mu Yuan, already had the aura of Honghe.

Many people believed that he could suppress all the true disciples in the next ten years and lead the three thousand Qi Refiners of the Divine Wood Sect.

“If I can make it to the eighth round, I will inevitably face him. I have to fight him once, otherwise, I won’t feel satisfied.”

Chen Mobai said with a smile. He had already seen the match table. In the key battle of the true disciples from forty-eight to twenty-four, as long as Ding Ying did not lose in the previous rounds, the two would face each other.

And if he could defeat Ding Ying and then defeat the next opponent, if Mu Yuan was really that invincible, Chen Mobai would meet this old rival in the eighth round, which was the most critical battle from six to three.

“That’s fine, but Junior Brother Chen, you must not be reckless when the time comes. If you can’t win, just admit defeat like last year.”

After hearing Qi Rui’s words, Chen Mobai didn’t say anything more, but raised his wine cup to indicate a toast.

Xi Jinghuo looked at his expression, feeling a bit shocked, but after the wine surged up, he put it out of his mind.

Only Zhuo Ming, who didn’t drink, saw it clearly.

There was not a trace of laughter in Chen Mobai’s eyes.

【Is Senior Brother Chen serious!?】

After a long half month of the first round, the three-man drinking group finally welcomed their second round.

Chen Mobai and Qi Rui, as Qi Refiners at the ninth level, were considered seed candidates for true disciples, and both defeated their opponents with one move.

Xi Jinghuo encountered a Qi Refiner at the sixth level, but with his rich experience in magic duels, he spent a long time before he defeated his opponent with the Red Flame Sword Talisman.

The opponents in the third and fourth rounds were all in the late stage of Qi Refining, but Chen Mobai wanted to test the power of the Divine Wood Sword, so he let them use all their means. Unfortunately, the opponents were too weak and couldn’t withstand ten moves.

Finally, in the fifth round, he met a good opponent, a true disciple candidate at the ninth level of Qi Refining, named Guo Sheng, a disciple of the sword training department.

He practiced the Golden Light Sword Art, and was the strongest one Chen Mobai had encountered in the two sect competitions, apart from Mu Yuan.

Unfortunately, he met him, and Guo Sheng didn’t have a second-order flying sword. After his painstakingly trained Golden Light Sword and the Divine Wood Sword clashed several times, his spirit dimmed, and he was too heartbroken to use the flying sword again.

In the following battle, Guo Sheng fought with his sword aura, but Chen Mobai defended himself with the Divine Wood Sword, gradually exploring all the properties of this second-order flying sword in the battle.

As long as he infused spiritual power, the attack made by the Divine Wood Sword was equivalent to the “Sword Aura Transforms Qi” of a sword cultivator.

For disciples at the Qi Refining stage, it was basically an unstoppable killing move.

Only a second-order defensive talisman or magical instrument could withstand it.

Guo Sheng tried his best, relying on his thirty years of sword fighting experience, he managed to dodge seven Divine Wood Sword Qi, hoping to exhaust Chen Mobai’s spiritual power and turn defeat into victory.

Unfortunately, Chen Mobai had already surpassed the Qi Refining stage with the three treasures of the Immortal Gate: Jade Marrow Pill, Mysterious Fire Spirit Liquid, and Foundation Establishment.Although he had not yet succeeded in Foundation Establishment, he had completed the process of transforming his muscles and marrow, and had made a start on condensing his Qi into liquid form.

Within the spiritual vortex at the core of his Dantian Qi Sea, there were already two drops of liquid spiritual power.

Each drop of this liquid spiritual power was equivalent to the full spiritual power of a Qi Refiner at the ninth level.

If one were to establish a foundation using the Longevity Sutra, the second step of condensing Qi into liquid would require the accumulation of ten such drops of liquid spiritual power.

When Chen Mobai was establishing his foundation, because he had not yet reached the peak of the ninth level of Qi Refining, even with the aid of elixirs and the cultivation room of the third-order spiritual vein, he could only condense two drops, and then he ran out of strength. He had no choice but to use a critical method to stop at this step.

Even so, he had already surpassed the level of Qi Refining.

If he wished, he could use these two drops of liquid spiritual power to cast second-order spells, or to fully activate the strongest power of this divine wooden sword.

This was the power of the Foundation Establishment level, which could completely crush all Qi Refiners.

Guo Sheng barely dodged four divine wooden sword Qi, found an opportunity to get close, but was slapped with a Red Flame Sword Talisman by Chen Mobai at the moment he made his move.

After barely blocking the Red Flame Sword Qi with his last defensive talisman, Chen Mobai slashed down another divine wooden sword Qi.

Guo Sheng, who had exhausted all his trump cards, could only raise his hand to admit defeat before the sword Qi fell. He had no means left.

If he didn’t admit defeat, even if he didn’t die, he would be seriously injured.

It might even endanger his origin.

“The winner, Chen Mobai!”

Upon hearing the elder’s announcement from the stage, Chen Mobai smiled and put the divine wooden sword into his storage bag. He gestured to the sweaty and pale-faced Guo Sheng, then took the lead in leaving the stage.

“Junior Brother Chen, do you have some time?”

After leaving the stage, an unexpected person came over to greet him.

“If Senior Brother Yuan invites me, of course I have time.”

Yuan Chiyi turned around with a smile, and Chen Mobai followed him to a private courtyard. The two came to a pavilion by a pond, where food and wine had already been prepared.

“I heard you went to see Junior Sister Ding, but were turned away.”