"Unfortunately, there are only seven years left before the three sects, one school, and one family will compete in martial arts. Now, the only one who can form a golden elixir within ten years is my nephew in the capital.
I see that there are several people in the other three sects, one school, and one family who have condensed their golden elixir. I'm afraid it will be difficult to deal with them when they compete in martial arts seven years later." Tianqin Zhenren thought of this and said with a sad face.
The martial arts competition among the three sects, one school, and one family originally distributed training resources according to strength. Her Tianyin Sect had been ranked at the bottom several times, and its strength was declining, getting worse year by year.
"Master, Uncle Tianqin, three sects, one school, and one family are having a martial arts competition. What's going on?" Jingliang asked thoughtfully after hearing this.
In the past, his cultivation was not good enough and some secrets were beyond his reach. But now, he has condensed the golden elixir and is also a high-ranking figure in the Tianyin Sect. Since this is also related to his own affairs, Jing Liang naturally has to ask clearly.
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