Xuanhuan: My practice is infinitely upgraded

Jiang Heng took the book and asked thoughtfully:

"Do you have any information on masters of all ranks?"

"Yes, our Wanhetang is a loose organization. There are members from all walks of life in the sect. Whether it is the outer sect, the inner sect, or the core, there are intelligence reports."

"Then I would like to thank Junior Brother Liang for his kindness."

"Senior Brother Jiang, you are polite. You are one of the favorite candidates for the championship predicted by our cousins. In the future, you will have more chances to get in touch with the inner sect, or even the core. This small thing is nothing."

Jiang Heng looked at Liang Pingwei in surprise, and asked curiously:
"Champion favorite?"

"Many people are optimistic about me, but few think that I am expected to win the championship. Why do you have such predictions?"

Liang Pingwei glanced at Jiang Heng with a smile.

"Senior brother Jiang has not been in the outer sect for less than a month, and he has defeated Meng Lingxiu and Pu Xingyu, who are both extremely talented, and became the master of the duel ring."

"The martial arts attainments shown during this period are almost invincible in the entire outer sect."

"According to our comparison of the strengths of the masters, we believe that as long as Senior Brother Jiang's cultivation reaches the eighth level, he will have a great chance of winning the championship."

"For ordinary people, it's basically impossible to increase two levels in one month, but for Senior Brother Jiang, it's still possible."

"I wonder if Brother Jiang is sure of himself?"

Jiang Heng smiled lightly, his eyes full of arrogance that despised everything.

"The champion will only be mine!"

He opened the booklet in his hand, and according to the table of contents, he went straight to the article on the favorites to win the championship.

Only five are listed above.

Qi Peng, 19 years old, tenth level of physical body, Dacheng level Meteor Swordsmanship, Dacheng level Blast Walk, last year's sect champion.

Bu Hanyi, 17 years old, 20th level of physical body, Dacheng or above light-chasing swordsmanship, Dacheng or above Mi Zongbu, No. [-] in the Zongmen Grand Competition last year.

Gu Zhaojun, Ninth Level of Physical Realm, Dacheng level phantom swordsmanship, Dacheng level Blast Walk, No. 7 in the Zongmen Grand Tournament last year.

Lan Gaozhuo, 24 years old, [-]th level physical body, Dacheng level Luoyue sword technique.

Jiang Heng, 16 years old, Physical Realm Level [-] or above, Perfect Level Broken Rock Fist, Perfect Level Blast Walk, Suspected Perfect Level Bronze Statue Kung Fu.

"Only two of the favorites to win the championship are tenth level cultivation bases?"

Jiang Heng raised his eyebrows and asked in surprise.

Liang Pingwei next to him gave him a strange look and said:

"Senior Brother Jiang, as a genius, you may not be very clear about it. For most people, it is not possible to improve just by practicing."

"Warrior's physical body is strong, just to maintain blood, it needs a lot of resources."

"After the three-year Zongmen welfare period, most of the outer disciples are busy with various tasks, constantly earning contribution points, and practicing hard, so that they can maintain their vitality and blood, or make slight progress."

"In addition, outer disciples who have been in the field for more than ten years are excluded."

"So, the favorites to win the championship are generally new talents, not those older disciples who have been in the outer sect for a long time."

Having said that, Liang Pingwei sighed.

"The gap between geniuses and ordinary people is so hopeless."

"A genius needs to devote himself to practicing every day. The sect provides abundant resources, and his cultivation base will be brave and diligent all the way."

"As for ordinary disciples, they don't have enough time to practice, they don't have enough resources, coupled with their poor talent, most of them have stagnated or even regressed."

Jiang Heng nodded thoughtfully.

Indeed, cultivation relies too much on resources.

Just like himself, without a system, he might have to spend a few years as a handyman.

Liang Pingwei on the side continued to say:
"Of course, there are still some disciples who have cultivated at the tenth level."

"It's just that fighting is not only about cultivation, the realm of martial arts is also very important."

"Even in battles of the same level, the improvement in the combat power of the martial arts realm is much higher than the difference of one or two small realms in the previous cultivation base."

"Most geniuses either concentrate on improving their cultivation, or devote themselves to studying martial arts. They can't do both."

"Only the top talent can do both."

"The favorite to win the championship is such a genius."

Liang Pingwei stayed in the outer sect for six years. Although his cultivation was not high, his knowledge was beyond Jiang Heng's reach.

While the two were chatting.

"Quiet!"

A majestic and heavy voice resounded through the audience.

Everyone looked towards the middle of the square.

I saw a fluttering figure in white clothes appearing on the high platform at some unknown time.

The people in the square immediately fell silent.

"All disciples, I am Su Qinghe, the head deacon who is in charge of leading this sect competition."

"First, let me briefly introduce the process of Dabi."

Su Qinghe is a handsome middle-aged man with a long sword on his back and a fluttering white dress, with the unrestrained temperament of a refined sword fairy.

Talking is not sloppy at all.

"The big score of the sect is divided into two parts."

"The first link, the beast hunting trial."

"Everyone enters the designated area of ​​the Xiluo Mountains and hunts ferocious beasts. For each left ear of a ferocious beast harvested, one point will be awarded. Within a week, the top [-] points will be the top [-] in the Grand Competition."

"Even if you don't get a ranking, everyone can exchange for corresponding contribution points according to their respective points."

"In addition, malicious killing is not allowed. Otherwise, once discovered by the deacon who is randomly patrolling, the points will be cleared immediately, and you may even face punishment from the sect."

"The second link, the group arena."

"The top [-] will draw lots for a duel. The winners will advance all the way, and the losers will switch their opponents to play again. It is also a points system. The final ranking is based on the points, which is the final ranking of the Zongmen Grand Competition."

"Is there a problem?"

A disciple raised his hand and asked:
"Master Deacon, if someone has the strength of the top ten, but is defeated by a stronger person or a combination of many people in the first round, wouldn't he have no chance to show his strength?"

Su Qinghe glanced over the disciple, his face indifferent.

"Talent is important, but not the only thing."

"Contacts, opportunities, scheming, these are equally important."

"The Zongmen Dabi only depends on the result."

"If you have the talent of being invincible in the world, but you have already been killed, do you think who will care about you?"

After a pause, Su Qinghe continued:
"Okay! Since there is no problem, let's go!"

After speaking, he moved, landed at the entrance of the square, and walked out.

The deacons and handymen around the square led the outer disciples to follow.

A group of people went down the mountain in a mighty way, and then continued to walk west.