Legend of the Transcendent

"What the hell? Is that an incantation?"

"Pfft! That's just me cursing!"

"Ah...well, I don't believe you no matter what you say."

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Now it was Wang Weijun's turn to feel like he was going to spit blood. "Pfft...do I need to lie to you? Geez..." He felt frustrated. He used to be able to destroy the Heart Sect with just one toe, but now he was powerless.

"What the hell! What the hell!"

"Hey, be quiet! I want to hear what he's saying, stop making noise!"

Wang Weijun disappeared quietly. He was too frustrated, and he couldn't even curse. It was just too much.

Mo Chentian only said a few words before flying up to the third floor. Mi Xiaojing didn't hear what he said because he was interrupted by Wang Weijun.

"What did he say?"

Mu Xiaoyin said, "He didn't say anything, it's just the start of the competition."

Because there were so many people, the competition was divided into groups.

At the beginning of the competition, few people were interested and were just chatting. Their attention was not on the field. Everyone knew that the exciting fights would come at the end. Before that, there were many weak opponents, and there was hardly anything worth watching.

Even if there were some powerful opponents, they wouldn't reveal too much in the early stages of the competition. It wasn't time to fight yet, unless the opponent was equally powerful. In the early stages, such opportunities were rare.

Mi Xiaojing's table was different. They were still unfamiliar with the battles of cultivators, so even if the competition wasn't exciting, they were still interested. Any experience was worth absorbing.

Not far from their table, there was a pair of cultivators competing.

Mi Xiaojing watched curiously.

They were both poor, and neither had a magical sword. One used a steel long sword, and the other used a large axe. They started with a flurry of attacks, and Mi Xiaojing was stunned.

Bang!

The steel sword hit the axe. Even though Mi Xiaojing wasn't strong in combat, he could tell that neither of them had any experience in fighting. Even street brawls were more exciting than this.

Suddenly, the person with the axe let go, and the axe flew and hit the opponent hard. The cultivator with the sword was delighted and swung his sword to deflect the axe. Just as he was about to step forward, his opponent laughed and said, "You fell for it!"

He raised his hand and cast an incantation, and the fire symbol turned into a ball of flame and shot towards his opponent.

The cultivator with the sword's face changed drastically and cursed, "Bastard!" He swung his sword to cut the flame, but he forgot that he was holding a sword made of steel, not a magical sword. The flame stuck to the sword, and in an instant, the steel sword melted. He was so scared that he quickly threw away the steel sword.

The opponent took out another fire symbol and said to him, "Admit defeat, and I won't throw this one."

"I admit defeat!"

The opponent collected the fire symbol triumphantly and said with a smile, "Not bad, I saved a fire symbol. Hehe, I can use it in the next round! Thanks...Junior Brother."

The defeated cultivator looked disappointed and said, "If only I had a protective symbol, I wouldn't be afraid of you...but forget it, you won't get far with just that fire symbol. There are plenty of powerful people out there. Only poor people like me can't withstand your attacks."

They left like this, and the match was over. Mi Xiaojing was completely speechless. He thought he was poor enough, but he saw real poor people. With just one fire symbol, they could win. If he took out a magical sword, he could sweep everything.

However, Mi Xiaojing soon saw a scene of two cultivators with magical swords. They were both basic magical swords, one red and one white. The red one had a fire spirit rune, but it didn't form a spirit rune, just a few fire spirit runes engraved on it. After activation, the sword had the function of fire, which was the most rudimentary type of magical sword.The magical sword used by the opponent was reinforced with golden spirit patterns, but it did not form a complete spirit pattern. Instead, it was simply reinforced with a few golden spirit patterns, making it much stronger than a steel sword, and at least it would not be destroyed by the fire talisman.

Of course, this kind of magical sword could not be thrown away, and could only be held in hand to fight with others.

The fight between the two people this time was much more enjoyable, with orderly advances and retreats, and targeted attacks. Watching them, Mi Xiaojing's eyes were dazzled. Just as he secretly praised them, he was scolded by Wang Weijun.

"Is this a fight? What's the difference between this and ordinary people? It's not even as good as ordinary people who practice martial arts. It's too weak, too weak to watch. Do you really want to gain combat experience from this?"

Mi Xiaojing was helpless. He had never really fought before, and his personality was relatively peaceful. He didn't like fighting and would rather practice alchemy and refining tools than fight. This was also related to his lack of combat experience.

Wang Weijun also noticed this and couldn't help but feel anxious. If Mi Xiaojing was not good at fighting, it would be troublesome when encountering danger. If he was killed by someone, Wang Weijun couldn't save his own life either. This was not acceptable!

Since Mi Xiaojing had no combat experience, Wang Weijun decided to pass on his own experience to him.

So, Mu Xiaoyin saw Mi Xiaojing's eyes suddenly straighten, as if his body had suddenly become stiff, staring straight ahead. She curiously looked over and saw two cultivators fighting with magical swords, which was quite enjoyable to watch. The sparks generated when the magical swords collided were much more beautiful than other cultivators' fights.

In fact, when Mi Xiaojing suddenly received the inheritance, his mind became confused. The influx of a large amount of experience caused his brain to temporarily shut down, and he was completely unable to comprehend the outside world.

Wang Weijun didn't dare to pass on too much, only passing on the combat skills of the Qi Refining and Foundation Establishment stages, as well as various experiences, the tricks of using magical tools, and the skills of avoiding injuries.

When Mi Xiaojing finally came to his senses, he felt dizzy. However, this situation was not the first time it had happened, so he was already experienced. He just sat down and slowly breathed in and out, allowing his true qi to enter his brain bit by bit.

A cool sensation enveloped his head, and after almost half a day, he finally woke up completely. Once he gained this inherited experience, Mi Xiaojing became completely depressed when watching the fights on the competition field. What was this?

No wonder Wang Weijun scolded them; it was indeed too bad.

In the Cultivation World, generally speaking, Qi Refining cultivators mostly practiced in their sects. If they could not break through to the Foundation Establishment stage, they would die of old age in the sect and would not have any chance to go out. Once they broke through to the Foundation Establishment stage, they would have to learn real combat skills and go through life-and-death trials.

Only Foundation Establishment cultivators were qualified to mingle in the Cultivation World. Qi Refining cultivators had no qualifications to be outside. Therefore, rogue cultivators in the Cultivation World were the real powerhouses. They often struggled in the wilderness from the Qi Refining stage. If they could survive, their combat experience would far exceed that of cultivators in the sects.

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