So overall, I felt more at ease and waited calmly.

However, when they occasionally looked towards the elders' bench, the slightly unnatural look in their eyes still revealed their inner uneasiness.

The last group of monks to participate in the competition were ranked outside the top ten in civil and military competitions. There was no chance of obtaining the Golden Pill. At this moment, they felt a lot more relieved.

Some young deacons became more motivated after experiencing this failure and made up their minds to go back and practice hard so as to get a good ranking in the next competition.

Because of the grace of "Grandmaster Qingyang", the sect competition has been shortened from once every fifty years to once every thirty years, so they still have a chance to participate in the next competition.

Others, the old Foundation Establishment Deacons, whose vitality and blood have already declined in the next competition, have completely given up on that idea.

Some of them also want to obtain elixir-forming spiritual objects through other channels to see if they can get away with it.

There are still some people who have completely extinguished their thoughts of attacking the realm of golden elixir.

They plan to find a leisure department and spend the rest of their lives working for the sect, or retire and return to their hometowns to branch out and form their own immortal cultivating family.

In the corner of the dojo, a disciple with dark skin and ordinary appearance looked lost and silent.

"Nineth in literary battles, tenth in martial arts."

"Master has passed away, and I don't know any of the elders."

"In this sect competition, it seems that there is no hope of obtaining the "Golden Formation Pill"."

Silently staring at the elder's seat, Liu An thought with some disappointment.

After so many years, his cultivation has reached the peak of foundation building, so he participated in the sect competition and wanted to have a try on the golden elixir.

Although they are practicing top-grade techniques and have top-grade spiritual weapons at their disposal, the Yuanyang Sect's foundation-building monks are now as skilled as clouds.

Liu An tried his best, but finally stopped at tenth place in the fight.

Originally, with such achievements, with the care of the head master Wu Cheng'en, it was still possible to obtain the Golden Pill.

But as the master passed away, he had been devoted to cultivation and did not know the elders, so everything naturally came to nothing.

"It doesn't matter, I can still participate in the next competition."

"In the past thirty years, if you prepare one or two top-quality spiritual weapons and practice second-level spells, you may not be able to enter the top six next time!"

Liu An comforted himself, but he still couldn't hide the loss in his eyes.

Listening to the comfort from the fellow disciples beside him, he just managed to squeeze out a smile, obviously a little absent-minded.

In the past, thanks to the care of his master, he had relatively abundant resources for cultivating immortals. Although his spiritual root qualifications were mediocre, his cultivation speed was generally not too slow.

Therefore, after much stumbling, he reached the peak of foundation building at the age of one hundred and thirty.

He is over one hundred and forty years old this year, which is the best age to hit the bottleneck of Jindan.

The next big competition will not be until thirty years later. At that time, the Qi and blood will begin to decline, and even if you get the Gold Formation Pill, the chance of forming it will definitely not be as good as it is now.

…

Under the watchful eyes of the disciples of the sect, the vassals of the Yuan Kingdom, and thousands of monks, two women, three men and five Jindan elders set up a soundproof barrier to communicate with each other on the high platform.

Five people were sitting on the Grand Master's chair, and the female cultivator in the middle was the senior sister "Li Buyu".

Li BuTong, who is also from the Li family, is also among them.

"First in martial arts, Master Nephew Pang has a clean foundation and good performance in civil combat. He should be ranked first in the competition and win a gold-forming elixir."

"What do you brothers and sisters think?"

As the elder in charge of this competition, Li Buyu overlooked the thousands of monks in the dojo and was the first to break the silence and speak.

"It should be so. I have no objection."

"I agree"

The first place in the martial arts competition will directly rank first in the competition and receive a gold-forming elixir as a reward.

This has been the unspoken rule of Yuanyang Sect for thousands of years. No one can find fault with it, so everyone nodded in agreement.

"Master Mo's nephew ranks third in martial arts. His overall performance is remarkable. I think he should be ranked second."

"I wonder what you fellow juniors think?!"

After Li Buyu spoke, an elder with a full head of hair and the most seniority in the room made a suggestion.

This person belongs to the other school's lineage, and the "Master Mo's nephew" he calls is also a rising star in the other house's lineage.

"Master Mo's Nephew" has a very good overall score and is indeed qualified to be ranked second. In addition, this elder has the most seniority, so after Li Buyu nodded first, other elders also nodded.

"Master Tian's Nephew"

"Master Nephew Guan"

The relationship between forming the golden elixir is very important, and it is very likely to create a golden elixir monk. The greater the number of golden elixir monks, the greater the voice of one's faction in the Presbyterian Church.

Therefore, everyone did not shy away from suspicion and recommended the juniors who were close to him one after another.

The top three were okay. The candidates they introduced had obvious advantages over the rest of the monks, and they passed smoothly with little controversy.

But the advantages of the latter candidates are not so obvious.

With interests involved, the five of them all wanted to get close to the junior who obtained the Golden Pill, and they began to quarrel with each other.

For a while, no one could convince anyone, and they could only vote by a show of hands.

In this way, the top five in the competition were finally determined.

"Senior nephew Li Guanjie, he ranks sixth in martial arts, and his performance in literary combat is also good."

After the top five were confirmed, an elder from the master-disciple line couldn't wait to speak.

He is not Li Guanjie's master, but he belongs to the same faction. He is entrusted by his master and promises to do his best.

Perhaps due to proper planning, as soon as the elder finished speaking, another elder nodded in agreement.

There was another elder who was also hesitant, as if he might raise his hand to agree at any time.

As long as one more elder raises his hand, the matter can be settled by the minority obeying the majority.

Upon seeing this, the elder who nominated Li Guanjie had a slight smile on his face.

But the next moment, Li Buyu spoke, causing the man's smile to freeze.

"Wait a minute."

"I believe that the performance of Liu An and Liu's nephew is also remarkable."

"The most important thing is that Master Qingyang once said, "This boy is not bad."

"I nominate Senior Nephew Liu. All fellow apprentices may wish to consider it carefully."

Putting down the teacup, Li Buyu said calmly.

As she spoke, she glanced casually and caught a glimpse of the ordinary-looking monk with slightly dark skin in the crowd.

"this"

As soon as these words came out, several people looked at each other with a bit of hesitation on their faces.

"I agree"

"I agree"

After a few breaths of silence, several elders nodded in agreement, and Liu An successfully obtained sixth place in the competition.

Even the elder who strongly recommended Li Guanjie silently voted in favor.

Just kidding, my ancestors always said "this kid is pretty good", which means he can be trained a lot.

In this way, if Senior Nephew Liu participated in the competition and did not even get a ranking, wouldn't it mean that the ancestor had misjudged the person?

The ancestor was wise and mighty, so it was impossible to misunderstand him.

It must be an oversight on their part, and they need to re-examine it carefully and carefully.

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Chapter completed!