Starting My Cultivation With Time Management

Read the file and go back to the Shushan line.

The Shushan Grand Competition is in full swing.

If we look at the modern sports competition system, the draw duel in the early stage of the Shushan competition is a typical "single-elimination system".

For example, 100 disciples, in pairs, would compare swords.

The 50 disciples who have won the victory will then compete with each other in pairs, and so on, and finally decide the 1-50;

And the 50 disciples who failed, also compared swords like this, and finally decided 51-100... There are no messy rules such as resurrection of the loser group.

The problem with single-elimination is that early wins are far more important than late wins.

For example, in the example just now, if you fail in the first game, you will miss the top 50. Even if you win every subsequent game, you will end up in 51st place.

In random draws, there will always be people randomly encountering the strong men on the Immortal Sword List.

Therefore, there is the second half of the Shushan competition: the seat challenge.

Now, the first half of the draw for swords and swords is coming to an end.

Ling Yunpo, An Zhisu, Lin Duanshan and others still maintained the record of all-time victories, and the places to be competed on the Immortal Sword Ranking had shrunk to the top 20.

Duan Fenhai, who was defeated once before, also maintained a complete victory in the follow-up, but even if he wins all the way to the end, the final ranking will not look good, so he will definitely challenge for the seat in the second half.

The spirits of the disciples of the foundation-building stage were exhausted due to the continuous sword-fighting for many days. Therefore, the high-level officials of Shushan announced that they would take a day off today, so that everyone could have a good rest and readjust their status.

Senior Sister An ran into Qingluo Peak again and reported the good news to Master.

Ling Yunpo planned to take this opportunity to go to Shanxiafang Market to buy some food and drink, and celebrate with his senior sister.

Different from Kunlun, the Shangqing faction and mortal villages live together in Shushan, Jianxian is high on many peaks, and the common people live in the valley area between the peaks.

The corresponding square markets are also opened in these valley villages, where mortals and cultivators live together.

In order not to be entangled by the villagers (such as asking for medicinal herbs, etc.), people from Shushanmen who enter the market often have to put away flying swords and other objects to avoid attracting the attention of outsiders.

Lingyun broke into the wine, asked the shopkeeper to make a pot of wine, made a good monkey brew, and bought some braised beef, a hundred years of yellow essence for use.

While waiting for the boss to cut meat and cut yellow essence, he suddenly heard a few Shushan people chatting on the opposite wine table:

"...In this competition, those strong men don't need to mention it. The only thing I want to say is that the junior brother of the grass-cutting sword fairy directly killed the Cangtie sword fairy Duan Fenhai and grabbed the second seat."

"Is that the one who killed the disciples of Ziyun Peak by refining Qi and washing the marrow?" Someone asked.

"Exactly. Eh, what's that person's name? I only vaguely remember his surname..."

The crowd was silent.

"I remember it!" Suddenly one of them clapped the table and said, "I just heard someone say the day before yesterday that this person's name was mentioned in the opening game of this competition."

"The first seat is definitely Mowing Sword Immortal, there is no other possibility. But the second seat, who will win after the seat challenge is over, is the biggest point of this bet."

"There are only four competitors, namely the three supreme powerhouses from the previous year, plus the junior brother who suddenly came out this time, the grass-cutting sword fairy."

"These four people are the 'Four Heavenly Kings' of this competition. Some people summed it up in four words: 'Break the mountains and divide the sea, and break the moon and break the clouds'."

Hearing this, everyone sighed, and someone said:

"Duanshan is Jingang Peak Lin Duanshan, the sub-sea is the Huanglong Peak section, the broken moon is the green bamboo peak Guanshanyue, the sword name is 'Broken Moon', and the broken cloud is..."

"I think it's the junior brother of the grass-cutting sword fairy, and the name is Ling Poyun." The next disciple exclaimed, "Good guy, do you want to become a strong man, you must first have a prestige and domineering name?"

"That's right. Hey, what do you think I changed my name to 'Batian'?"

Ling Yunpo took the jug and appetizers from the shopkeeper, and turned away expressionlessly.

My name is Ling Yunpo! asshole!

Returning to Qingluo Peak gloomily, Ling Yunpo saw An Zhisu drinking in the pavilion behind.

"Senior sister!" He pressed the sword light down to the ground, picked up the wine and vegetables in his hand, and said with a smile, "Why are you pouring your own drink here?"

An Zhisu sighed and said:

"Junior Brother, do you know? It is said that the top three prizes in this Shushan Grand Competition include Gold Mercury Danhua Liquid."

"Oh?" Ling Yunpo was shocked and smiled, "Since Senior Sister mentioned it specially, it seems to be an extremely precious thing."

"It's more than precious?" An Zhisu shook his head and said, "After entering the Huafu step, a spoonful of it can be worth the hardships of a lifetime."

"That's great!" Ling Yunpo said with a pleasant smile, "Senior sister is the Huafu rank, and this thing is just right for senior sister to use."

"No." An Zhisu said seriously, "Senior sister will leave it to you."

Ling Yunpo: ………………

Even though he had already guessed in his heart, when he heard Senior Sister An personally confirm it, he was still stunned.

This is related to the Chengdan rank! It is your avenue and future, senior sister!

"I don't want it!" Ling Yunpo refused anxiously, but An Zhisu held his hand and said firmly, "Junior brother, listen to me."

"Master has been in seclusion for too long, and I, Qingluofeng, have been targeted more and more in recent years.

"The last month's money was deducted, and the fact that you were manipulated to draw lots this time are the best examples."

"In the final analysis, I, Qingluo Peak, not only do not have the Elder Yuanying, but I don't even have the real person Jindan. It is all supported by you and me."

"It can't go on like this."

An Zhisu said decisively, the decisive emotion in his eyes seemed to be condensed into reality, almost piercing his chest:

"Senior brother."

"I have made up my mind that in order to protect the Qingluo Peak Dao Lineage, I will condense elixir within 30 years."

"The transformation time is too short, even if you drink the Gold Mercury Danhua Liquid, it is useless... It's better to leave it to you."

Ling Yun opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything.

Thirty years sounds like a long time, but for a Huafu-level cultivator, it is almost too short.

Ordinary Huafu-level monks, if they start practicing Taoism at the age of 20, refine Qi for 60 years, and wash their marrow for ten years, Huafu usually spends a hundred years, and only after 200 years of life will only have more than ten years left before they start trying. The final knot.

The purpose is to improve the rank of Chengdan as much as possible, which is related to the future of the entire Jindan rank, and must not be taken lightly.

An Zhisu spent almost thirty years at the Huafu level, and if he did it for another 30 years, it would be a sixty-year transformation process.

With her cultivating aptitude, if she has formed an elixir in 60 years, at most she will reach the fourth or fifth rank, and she will definitely miss the chance to keep up with the third rank.

A pill of the fourth or fifth rank means that the follow-up will be the most perfect birth immortal, and Yuan Ying will also be capped at the middle rank.

Without the high-grade Nascent Soul, it would be impossible to become a Da Luo Jinxian in the later stage of ascension.

It can only cut three corpses at most, becoming a heavenly immortal... It can be said that one step behind, one step behind, there is not even a chance to recover!

If it was Ling Yunpo himself, if he asked himself, he respected and loved Senior Sister An very much, and it was impossible to make jokes about this kind of thing.

But Senior Sister An is willing to give up the brighter future for herself, just to become a Jindan real person as soon as possible and protect herself...

"Senior sister..." His voice was a little depressed.

"Ok?"

"I'll find a way!" Ling Yunpo suddenly burst out, grabbed An Zhisu's hands tightly, and said sharply:

"I will come up with a way to change the situation in Qingluo Peak, which is full of enemies, starting from this Shushan Grand Competition!"

[Unyielding people set, synchronization value +1. 】

In the sea of ​​​​knowledge, the sound of the Kunlun mirror began to swipe the screen, but Ling Yunpo ignored it at all, just gritted his teeth and said:

"Senior sister, please don't say such absurd words as '30 years to form pills'! If senior sister makes fun of her future, I will go to the bottom of the Taoist temple and smash my head to death in front of master's retreat wall!"

"Junior Brother!" An Zhisu's eyes immediately turned red, and he was about to teach him angrily not to make such a poisonous oath, but noticed that Ling Yunpo's eyes were also stubborn and persistent.

In order to protect himself, when the master used his body to block the attack of the elders of the Asura Dao, the cold and stern expression on his face was almost the same as the determined emotion in the eyes of the younger brother at this time.

She stared blankly at her younger brother, and suddenly a sad sense of mission arose in her heart:

Perhaps our Qingluofeng vein ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ is a sword bone that cannot be cut bluntly or rotted by hammer.

In order to desperately protect the important people around me, I will shoot it straight out without looking back like a flying sword that burns its origin.

It's just, brother...

Now, it's my turn to protect you like Master did...

An Zhisu, who was mourning in his heart, suddenly stretched out his hands and hugged him tightly.

Ling Yun Po: ?

"Junior Brother." An Zhisu rested his head on his shoulder and couldn't help crying, "Don't say such things again in the future."

Tears fell down her cheeks, but she hugged Ling Yunpo even tighter, her voice choked:

"You can't say such things, you must be fine..."

"Even if it's for Senior Sister..."