bestfiction Chapter 212 7th Level of Qi Refining
Chapter 212 7th Level of Qi Refining
"Brother Cuihong, are you alright?" Yue Kaishan asked with great concern.
Although Zhong Ming's steps were unsteady, he was still moving forward. Yue Kaishan walked behind him with peace of mind, thinking, "He's only a few steps away. I can just push him up." Suddenly, Zhong Ming stumbled and darted off from beside him with a strange movement, startling Yue Kaishan.
He immediately turned around and saw that the Cuihong brothers had regained their balance behind him. After a moment of confusion, they suddenly rushed towards the mountaintop, and only then did he feel relieved enough to walk up.
Zhong Ming was bent over, his posture was very awkward, his head was close to his knees, and it looked like he had suddenly squatted up after kneeling for a while.
A female cultivator nearby glanced at him and teased, "Oh, this young man looks quite robust, how come he can't keep up after walking this far? He looks good..." She suddenly shut her mouth.
Yeah, it's not good-looking either.
Zhong Ming slowly straightened up, placed one hand on Yue Kaishan's chest, and said, "My bottleneck seems to have loosened a bit."
"Hey, is there really such a good thing?"
Xuan Jing and Chen Dahai exchanged a glance, and the "disabled person" reluctantly turned his head away.
"Time waits for no one, Captain, just sit on me for now." Chen Dahai tensed his leg muscles, then took out a cushion from his storage bag and placed it on top of him, so that the cushion and the armrests formed a flat surface.
Zhong Ming assumed a meditation posture and sat down, completely blocking Chen Dahai's view. His Taoist robe hung down, covering Chen Dahai's legs. From a distance, if one didn't pay attention, one might mistake Zhong Ming for someone in a wheelchair.
Some people were watching and whispering.
"No wonder he was the last one to come up; one of him was even in a wheelchair. It's really outrageous."
"Exactly! This guy can join the army? Is he treating this place like a sanatorium? Isn't he just a burden to his comrades?"
Zhong Ming completely ignored these people's words, but they were like sharp knives piercing Chen Dahai's heart.
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Zhong Ming focused intently on channeling his spiritual energy. The intense pressure he had just endured nearly tore his body apart, and it had also almost ripped through the bottleneck. Cracks had appeared on the door to the seventh level of Qi Refining. If he didn't fight now, when would he?
Countless spiritual energies converged in the meridians, like rows of iron cavalry changing horses and putting on armor on the hillside after a long gallop, catching their breath slightly.
The leading general immediately spotted a small crack in the enemy's heavy infantry formation. Without hesitation, he raised his banner and personally led the charge. The iron cavalry surged down the hillside like a flood bursting its banks, colliding fiercely with the enemy ranks.
The battle was fierce and evenly matched. The heavily armored infantrymen were like walls built of steel and flesh, their incredible thickness blocking the charge of the cavalry. After the cavalry had charged dozens of meters, they were still met with a sea of people.
The crack was closing, and the crowd was wriggling to close it. It didn't seem like a flaw, but rather like a trap.
The shattered corpses of the iron cavalry crashed into the infantry ranks, blocking the path of their comrades. Piles of corpses formed a small mountain, which was then trampled flat, only to be replaced by another small mountain built by those who came later…
The flying corpses and limbs struck those who followed, amplifying the impact and causing everything to spiral out of control.
Zhong Ming paid no attention to the situation outside, but after a burly man ran out from the middle of the formation, a bell suddenly rang out behind him.
Da Yin Xisheng.
The sound was difficult to detect, but it was like a wall of wind sweeping in. The recruits standing in the distance saw the people in front of them fall down inexplicably, as if an invisible giant scythe had appeared in a wheat field. Before they could even use their magical weapons, the powerful force knocked them down as well, and the impact reached Zhong Ming in an instant.
At this moment, the army, locked in a fierce battle between spiritual power and bottlenecks, was on the verge of collapse when suddenly the earth trembled, and the heavy infantry battle formation was torn to pieces by the sudden cracks in the ground.
A glint flashed in the cavalry general's eyes. He spurred his horse hard, and with a long neigh, the steed leaped across the ravines, soaring over the fissures. The earth, like a dried-up lake, became a series of small islands. The few soldiers guarding these islands were no match for the leaping general and were instantly swept away.
Zhong Ming suddenly opened his eyes.
Qi Refining Level 7, here I come! From this day forward, I am also a late-stage Qi Refining cultivator.
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The burly man in the bearskin stumbled, his face showing even more annoyance. This pagoda spirit... how mischievous is it?
He was seething with anger, but considering he was no match for the spirit of the artifact, and that he wouldn't even have seen the pagoda without this operation, he couldn't contain his rage and roared forward:
"Stand up, all of you! You all knelt down the moment the bell rang. Do you look like soldiers at all?"
His roar made the other recruit captains feel humiliated, and they immediately pulled their own men up. Only Zhong Ming and his group...
Two people were in wheelchairs, while one was in a suit of armor as steady as a rock. Even if the people fainted, the armor would still stand. A mechanical arm was supporting the wheelchairs. The bell rang and made the people kneel down, but the mechanical arm managed to hold them up.
Don't ask, as long as your knees don't touch the ground, you're not kneeling.
As soon as the burly man appeared, he looked around, thinking to himself, 'With so many people, where am I going to find them? I'll have to make a list and find the last few lines to come up.'
So he landed steadily on the highest rock on the mountaintop and gave the order for all teams to line up in the order in which their captains arrived at the top.
In an instant, countless people slapped their foreheads in regret.
Many people were filled with resentment, saying that they shouldn't have saved their energy. Look, everyone is in line, and those who arrive first must have some advantage!
Some team leaders were filled with regret. One of them was at the very back of the group, and he thought that the strongest person should be at the rear. Unexpectedly, he caused other teams that had arrived together to be placed at the front.
Matt gave Zhong Ming a provocative look, which met Zhong Ming's gaze as he opened his eyes.
One line was quite far ahead. Zhong Ming glanced at it briefly and saw that Matt was heading to a position very far forward, with only a few lines ahead of him.
He didn't move, continuing to circulate his spiritual energy to calm his meridians. The "Iron Cavalry Army" traversed every inch of the newly occupied "land" before temporarily stopping.
"Brother Cuihong?" Yue Kaishan asked quietly, a little nervous.
"It's okay, I'll be done soon."
When the line reached the back, he jumped off his wheelchair, bowed to Chen Dahai, and led the line forward.
The burly man at the highest point squinted and observed Zhong Ming's team. They were indeed all oddballs, but he couldn't see anything "outstanding" about them.
He spoke in a rough voice, with a southern accent, "Each instructor, please confirm the number of new recruits you are leading."
In an instant, instructors emerged from countless seemingly solid rock walls, including Xueyan.
Dressed in a deep red military uniform, she stood with her hands behind her back, looking heroic and quick to find Matt and the others, nodding in satisfaction.
Okay, so the third squad...