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After returning to his residence, Shi Yue immediately took out the pair of spiritual boots.

The boots seemed to be made of some kind of spiritual animal skin, and they felt cool to the touch. The three big characters of Wind Spirit Boots were embroidered on the boots.

Shi Yue took off the boots on his feet and put on the Wind Spirit Boots.

After he injected magic power into the Wind Spirit Boots, a green light flashed under his feet, and his figure flashed, and he appeared more than ten meters away.

Seeing this scene, Shi Yue's face showed joy. With the Wind Spirit Boots, his figure became more flexible, which was very convenient for chasing people or escaping.

Shi Yue tried several times and found that the speed of the Wind Spirit Boots was indeed very fast. After injecting magic power, he felt like a gust of wind, floating around in the yard.

"Junior Brother Shi, are you there?" At this moment, Chen Xing'er's shouting came from outside the yard.

When Shi Yue heard Chen Xing'er's shouting, his expression moved, and a green light flashed under his feet.

After a few flashes, Shi Yue appeared in front of the courtyard gate.

He opened the door and saw Chen Xing'er took out a sound transmission talisman and was about to say something.

"Sister Chen, what's wrong? Haven't you killed all the golden beetles yet?" Shi Yue said with a smile.

"That's not the case. There are no golden beetles in the spiritual field. I came here to pick up the goods today. Brother Shi, you won't forget it, right?" Chen Xing'er shook her head and said with a frown.

Shi Yue suddenly realized what he had said. He slapped his forehead and said with a wry smile, "I didn't forget it. Come in and talk."

After that, he led Chen Xing'er into the house.

Shi Yue took out a storage bag from his arms and poured it down gently.

After the rosy clouds faded, a large sealed wine jar appeared on the ground.

"Sister Chen, there are 100 kilograms of Baimi Spirit Wine in it. See if there is any problem." Shi Yue pointed to the wine jar and said with a smile.

Chen Xing'er opened the lid, put a chopstick in, dipped a little of Baimi Spirit Wine, and then put the chopstick in her mouth.

"Yes, the quality of these Baimi Spirit Wines is very good. It seems that a lot of spiritual honey is used to brew this wine." Chen Xing'er praised, and then she remembered something and said with some embarrassment: "Junior Brother Shi, according to the price we agreed on, one hundred kilograms of Baimi Spirit Wine is 2,700 spiritual stones, but I don't have so many spiritual stones. I scraped together only 2,000 spiritual stones. Can I give you the remaining 700 spiritual stones later?"

"Yes, but if Senior Sister Chen sells the spiritual wine, you have to return the 700 spiritual stones to me quickly. In order to brew this 100 kilograms of Baimi Spirit Wine, I borrowed a lot of spiritual stones from several fellow disciples, and they are urging me to return the spiritual stones." Shi Yue thought for a moment, rolled his eyes, and said so.

Even if he had a lot of wild honey, to brew 100 jin of honey wine, he would need at least 1,000 spirit stones to buy various spirit medicines. It was a bit too conspicuous for an outer disciple of the sixth level of Qi Refining to have more than 1,000 spirit stones.

Shi Yue also thought of this from Chen Xing'er's words.

Chen Xing'er had the cultivation of the eighth level of Qi Refining, and she had some backers. She only managed to get 2,000 spirit stones by scraping together. If Shi Yue could easily take out more than 1,000 spirit stones, it would be a bit suspicious.

Chen Xing'er handed a heavy storage bag to Shi Yue, sealed the wine jar, put it in the storage bag and left.

After closing the courtyard door, Shi Yue walked into the basement, intending to enter the Palm of Heaven space to practice, but then he thought, what if he forgot the time while practicing in the Palm of Heaven space? After all, the small competition was only two or three days away, so he should practice in the basement. Anyway, Shi Yue didn't want to get a high ranking in this small competition, and it would be fine if he could get the spiritual field reward.

Two days passed in a flash.

On this day, Shi Yue was meditating in the basement, and the bell on the mountain where the ancestral hall was located rang loudly.

The sound was distant and clear, resounding through the sky.

Shi Yue opened his eyes, stood up and walked out.

When he walked out of the yard, the bell stopped.

At this time, if someone was hundreds of feet in the sky, they would see that one after another figure ran out of the building on the mountain, offering flying magic tools or releasing spiritual birds, flying in a certain direction.

Shi Yue slapped the storage bag on his waist with his palm, and the Red Moon Sword flew out of it, floating a few feet above the ground. He swayed and jumped on it. With one hand, he pinched the seal, and the Red Moon Sword shone brightly, carrying him to a certain direction.

At this time, the sky was full of people, men, women, young and old.

Seeing the dense figures around him, Shi Yue looked normal. He had seen this situation many times.

At this time, there were at least three or four hundred immortal cultivators in the sky, and the number was still increasing. Some were flying on swords, some were riding huge spiritual birds, and some were sitting on flying boats several feet in size with their companions. Everyone was flying in the same direction.

These people had different expressions. Some were nervous, some were excited, and some were full of sorrow.

As the number of people increased, Shi Yue began to get nervous. Of course, he was not worried about the competition, but was worried about being hit by a flying magic weapon of a certain senior brother.

Taixu Sect obviously also considered this and sent several teams of cultivators to maintain order to avoid accidents.

Not long after, everyone landed on a wide plain.

There were one hundred circular arenas of more than twenty feet in size on the plain, and a foundation-building cultivator stood on each arena.

People landed on the plain one after another. In less than half an hour, the plain was crowded with people, as many as eight or nine hundred people.

Most of these people came to participate in the small competition, and some came to watch the excitement.

Hundreds of foundation-building cultivators mixed in the crowd to maintain order to avoid accidents.

Not long after, a deafening dragon roar suddenly sounded, and a red dragon more than thirty years long swooped down from a distance.

The red dragon was extremely fast, and it reached the sky above the plain in a few flashes.

The red dragon was covered with red scales and was wrapped in a layer of red flames. Zhou Tongtian stood on the head of the red dragon.

Shi Yue looked at Zhou Tongtian standing on the head of the red dragon, his eyes full of fiery color.

I don’t know when he can become a high-level cultivator like the head master. Riding a red dragon to travel is exciting.

"Listen up, disciples. The small competition held every three years in our sect is about to begin. According to the instructions left by the ancestors, the disciples participating in the small competition will compete with the mechanical puppets and be ranked according to the level and number of puppets defeated. The disciples participating in the small competition will line up to register. After one hour, the small competition will officially begin." Zhou Tongtian said lightly. Although his voice was not loud, it was very clear to everyone's ears.

As soon as the voice fell, the crowd was in a commotion. Under the arrangement of more than a dozen foundation-building monks, the disciples were divided into ten teams and lined up to register.

This is to prevent someone from participating in multiple competitions. Every disciple who goes to the ring to fight with the puppet beast needs to be named.

The team is long, but the efficiency is very fast. As long as the identity token is shown and the mana is injected into it to prove the identity, the deacon disciple will take the token and draw it on a silver disc.

A quarter of an hour later, Shi Yue came to a deacon disciple. He took out the identity token and injected mana into it, and the flame pattern on it shook.

Seeing this, the deacon disciple nodded, took Shi Yue's identity token, and swiped it on the silver disc in his hand, signaling Shi Yue to withdraw.

After more than half an hour, all the disciples participating in the small competition had completed registration.

Not long after, accompanied by a melodious bell sound, Li, the master of the deacon hall, flew into the sky with a silver copper bell in his hand.

After he injected magic power into the copper bell, the copper bell shone brightly, and then he shouted loudly: "Now the disciples whose names I read out, each go to a stage, Chen Beixuan, Zhao Guobin, Li Jie... Chen Ming, Shi Yue, Li Sisi, these one hundred disciples, hurry up and go to a stage."

As soon as the voice fell, the disciples whose names Li called out hurriedly walked out of the crowd and went to a stage each.

Shi Yue also went to a stage, looking a little nervous.

It would be a lie to say that he was not nervous when fighting in front of so many people.

Shi Yue took a few deep breaths to calm himself down.

"Junior Brother Shi, I haven't seen you for a while. You have actually advanced to the sixth level of Qi Refining. Congratulations!" A familiar voice came from behind.

Upon hearing this, Shi Yue raised his eyebrows and turned his head to look behind him. He saw Chen Ming standing on a stage not far away, with a hint of sarcasm on his face.