Cultivating immortals is not as good as alchemy

Chapter 417
Gao Yao continued to speak, "Xiao Fu, why don't we join in?"

Fu Zaizai still closed his eyes, indifferent.

"Are you okay~"

Fu Zaizai had a complicated look on her face, thinking to herself, why is it so good, she started acting like a baby again.

It was unbearable.

"Go, go~"

Fu Zaizai couldn't bear it anymore, and finally opened his eyes.

He tried his best to keep his face expressionless. He looked up at Gao Yao and said, "Our cultivation has exceeded the standard, so we cannot participate."

What Fu Zaizai said was the truth.

Gao Yao lowered her head, feeling a little lost, "Then what should we do, or we suppress cultivation to participate?"

Fu Zaizai looked at Gao Yao indescribably, "You really want to participate that much?"

What's so good about participating in the Trial Conference? To put it bluntly, it's just two people fighting back and forth on the stage.

Fu Zaizai couldn't figure out why Gao Yao wanted to participate so much, even saying such things as suppressing her cultivation base.

Gao Yao turned over, nodded and said, "Yes, practicing every day is so boring, if you want to have some fun, I promise not to beat my disciple to death."

Gao Yao looked at Fu Zaizai expectantly, "Shall we go together?"

Fu Zaizai was already worried about her, after hearing what she said, how could he dare to let her really participate.

Even if you suppress your cultivation, it won't work.

Even if the cultivation base is suppressed, but the combat experience is still there, it is impossible for those immature disciples to be her opponents.

Fu Zaizai was really speechless to her, a monk who didn't want to practice all day long, only knew how to be lazy and have fun.

Really lazier than a lazy cat.

However, as long as Gao Yao acted like a baby, then compromising was his usual style.

Fu Zaizai is like this, while talking about his disgust honestly, he eats it willingly.

"Da Bi will definitely not be able to participate."

The light in Gao Yao's eyes dimmed a bit.

"But we can be the judges of the trial competition."

The light in Gao Yao's eyes lit up again, even brighter than before.

She looked very excited.

Good judges, you can sit in the best viewing area, which sounds much more interesting than participating in the competition.

……

The preparations for the trial competition began on the second day.

What venue, invitation list and so on.

It will take some time for the leaders of other sects to bring their disciples over.

So some preparatory work started early.

It is impossible for people to travel all the way to make them feel that they have come at a loss.

The ostentation must be done.

Home field advantage, must let the disciples of one's own sect have confidence.

Only by playing happily and with peace of mind can we achieve good results.

One's own disciples are always the best, while others' disciples are rubbish.

Although the suzerain didn't say it, he thought so in his heart.

The suzerain wants to save face, and it's his sect's turn to compete in this trial, so he thought that it must be prosperous no matter what.

People, don't fight for face, at least you have to fight for breath.

If competition is second and friendship is first, it's all fucking bullshit.

We've already talked about the competition, but if we don't fight for the first place, what are we going to fight for?
Fight for air?

Isn't it just for this opportunity to practice so desperately?

In order to let others see, for better resources, to stand out, to show off.
There are many reasons, but the bottom line is that sentence, it is impossible not to compete for the first place.

Of course, it is not ruled out that there will be some more Buddhists who want to fish in troubled waters, not seeking to compete for the top, but not to be at the bottom.

But this kind of affirmation only accounts for a small part, and most of the disciples should be relatively motivated.

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(End of this chapter)