I cast eternal life with the seeds of Tao

A quarter of an hour later, the Song family father and daughter left Zhao Heng's room.

At this time, Zhao Heng was still sitting in front of the round table, but there was an exquisitely shaped jade box on the table.

Zhao Heng slowly opened the jade box, and a strange blood light suddenly illuminated the entire room.

In the center of the jade box, there was a spherical crystal the size of an egg.

The crystal was smooth and blood-red in color, containing a magnificent essence of blood and qi.

At the same time, it also emitted a trace of rare innate qi fluctuations.

Zhao Heng took a look at the blood-colored crystal in the jade box, his eyes flashed, and his face showed satisfaction.

When he proposed that he needed a large amount of blood crystals to prepare for the selection competition.

Zhao Heng thought that Song Xinghe would not be stingy, but he did not expect that the other party would spend so much money and actually sent a blood crystal of a fourth-level monster directly.

A fourth-level monster, that is a monster with a cultivation comparable to that of a strong man in the heavenly realm, although this is only a blood crystal of a fourth-level initial monster.

But the total amount and purity of the essence of Qi and blood contained in it are completely different from those of the third-level monster blood crystals that Zhao Heng had absorbed before.

"As long as I refine this blood crystal, my Qi and blood power can be restored a lot, and my combat power will also rise!"

Before leaving, Song Xinghe told him that the selection competition would be held in ten days.

Of course, Zhao Heng didn't care about the so-called selection competition at all.

What he cared about was a piece of information mentioned by Song Xinghe.

This selection competition will be hosted by an elder-level figure of the Iron Blood Sect.

Some outstanding contestants may be valued by the Iron Blood Sect and recruited into its ranks.

"This is a good opportunity to contact the Iron Blood Sect, and I can also repay the favor of the head of the Song family."

Muttering to himself, Zhao Heng set up a simple shielding magic circle in the room.

Then he sat cross-legged on the bed, holding this fourth-level blood crystal in his hand, and operated the Burning Heaven Ten Thousand Tribulations Body Technique to begin refining the essence of Qi and blood in it.

...

At the same time, Song Xinghe also returned to his room.

Song Shanshan followed him and finally couldn't help but speak.

"Dad, you are too confused. He hasn't fought for us yet, and you gave him the fourth-level blood crystal.

That's the blood crystal of a fourth-level monster, worth tens of thousands of black crystals, and it's still in short supply."

Song Shanshan's pretty face flushed, and her plump breasts rose and fell rapidly. She was very angry at her prodigal father.

Even if the Song family is not poor, a fourth-level blood crystal is definitely a family treasure.

Zhao Wuji just made a promise casually, and her father gave the treasure away.

And the man surnamed Zhao was thick-skinned enough. When he got the blood crystal, he said thank you lightly.

He didn't even say a word of refusal, and took it directly.

If she didn't know what her father was like and had always loved her deceased mother.

Song Shanshan even suspected that her father had fallen in love with this man surnamed Zhao, otherwise why would he listen to him.

In the face of his daughter's dissatisfaction, Song Xinghe still comforted her.

"Okay, Shanshan, don't say anything.

As the saying goes, trust people when you employ them, and don't employ people if you don't trust them. Since we have chosen Mr. Zhao, we should fully support him.

And Mr. Zhao also said that he needs blood crystals to prepare for the selection competition."

"I...!"

Song Shanshan rubbed her beautiful forehead and was completely speechless.

"Dad, I am really mad at you. I think that guy is a liar. You will regret it after the selection competition."

Knowing that she couldn't beat her father, Song Shanshan had to leave the room angrily.

Looking at his daughter's back as she left, Song Xinghe showed a bitter smile on his face.

In fact, Song Shanshan's worries are all reasonable, but only Song Xinghe knows better the current situation of the Song family.

Although the Song family still has a lot of savings and seems to be strong, it is actually a fat sheep in the eyes of others.

Especially now that the family has lost its only guest official in the Refining Zang Realm.

He could feel that many forces in Tiexue City were eyeing them.

Once the Song family could not gain a foothold in Tiexue City and get the protection of Tiexue Gate.

Next, they would probably be divided up by the wolves and secretly devoured by these forces.

Even if they wanted to escape, without the protection of a trustworthy master, they would die faster if they left Tiexue City.

The Song family had reached a dilemma, and he had to take a gamble.

Although Mr. Zhao did not show any extraordinary qualities except for his amazing appetite along the way.

But Song Xinghe still decided to bet his life and property.

He relied not only on his intuition.

There were also the words of Liu Gongsheng when he was surrounded by the wild forest blood wolves in the forest.

He suspected that the sudden retreat of the group of demon wolves and the mysterious disappearance of the blood wolf king were related to Mr. Zhao.

Although this was a guess, there was no evidence to support it.

But Song Xinghe could not care so much, if he did not succeed, he would die!

...

Ten days passed quickly.

Early in the morning of this day, in the center of Tiexue City.

This square fortress with a vast area and a wall as high as ten feet stands here, like a city within a city.

This is the station of Tiexuemen.

Outside the gate of the station, there is a crowd of people, and dozens of carriages are crowded outside the gate of the fortress.

Those merchants and wealthy people in luxurious clothes occasionally lift the curtains of their carriages and look towards the direction of the fortress, with nervous expressions and expectations.

They are the major merchants who participated in the selection of permanent merchants in Tiexuemen this time.

Because the selection competition only allows contestants to enter the Iron Blood Gate to compete.

They can only wait anxiously for the results outside the venue.

At this time, in one of the wide carriages.

Song Xinghe kept wiping the sweat on his forehead with his sleeves, and from time to time he lifted the curtain and looked towards the closed door.

He kept muttering something in his mouth, as if he was praying.

Song Shanshan, who was also sitting in the carriage, said unhappily: "Dad, you almost pulled down the curtain.

Besides, no matter how wide your eyes are, you can't see through this door and stone wall."

Song Xinghe glared at his daughter again, "You girl, you still have the mood to tease your father, don't I want to know the result as soon as possible.

I don't know if the competition has started? How is Mr. Zhao doing?"

At this time, Song Shanshan was calmer than Song Xinghe.

"Well, it's already come to this point anyway, let's leave everything to fate.

Speaking of which, it's beyond my expectation that the man surnamed Zhao can come to participate in the competition today as promised, and didn't run away in advance. It seems that this man still has some conscience.

However, just now I saw the representatives of other merchants, each of them is tall and strong, holding strange and powerful weapons.

Zhao Wuji went in with bare hands, I think this competition is probably hanging."

"You... Can you please stop talking!" Song Xinghe covered his heart tightly, a little collapsed.

...

At the same time, in the Iron Blood Gate station, on the square to the west of the fortress.

A group of Iron Blood Gate disciples wearing animal skin soft armor and iron sword logo embroidered on their chests are guarding the four sides of the square.

At this moment, three square arenas have been built in the center of the square.

Below the arena, a group of men and women with different costumes, sharp eyes, and quite good aura.

Some were alone, some were in groups of three or two, and they gathered together, waiting beside the arena.

They were the 47 post-natal masters who represented various merchants to participate in the selection competition this time.

At this time, Zhao Heng, dressed in green and with a cloth belt around his waist, was also in the crowd.

He stood in an inconspicuous corner of the crowd, lowering his eyes, and seemed unwilling to communicate with others.

But in fact, he had already released his consciousness to explore the situation of other contestants.

After ten days of recovery, Zhao Heng's blood and qi power not only grew a lot stronger.

He also repaired part of the arena by refining the "compound energy" in his body.

At this time, his consciousness had recovered to a level close to the Ascension Realm, and these people present could not detect his exploration at all.

After some observation, Zhao Heng found that most of these people present were Qi Refiners in the Refining Zang Realm.

There were also a few people who, although they did not have the Xuanqi cultivation, had strong blood and qi, and were as strong as bulls. They were obviously strong physical forgers.

There was also a petite woman in black, who had no fluctuations in her profound energy, and her blood and qi were very weak, but her mental strength was exceptionally strong.

Although she had not reached the innate realm, she had almost condensed her spiritual consciousness, and was actually a rare divine master.

After observing these opponents, Zhao Heng's attention shifted to a high platform to the east of the three arenas.

There were seats on the high platform, and at this moment, four men and women wearing black leather armor with the Iron Sword Gate logo embroidered on their chests were sitting.

Three of them were Qi Refiners in the late stage of the Refining Zang Realm, and there was also a Body Forging Warrior whose momentum was not weaker than the three.

They were all deacons in the Iron Blood Gate, with a status above ordinary disciples and below elders, and they were also notaries for this arena competition.

At this time, a column of incense in the incense burner on the high platform was about to burn out.

The selection competition was about to begin.

"Swoosh...!"

Suddenly, from the west of the Iron Blood Gate station, in an area covered by a formation, a sharp sound of breaking through the air came.

Everyone looked quickly and saw a yellow light flying towards here at a high speed.

"Look, flying with a flying weapon, it's a congenital master!"

"It's really a congenital master, what a fast speed!"

...

Zhao Heng also looked up with everyone else, and his eyes quickly locked on the light.

He saw a rough man with a red outfit, a huge sword with a yellow glow under his feet, and a full beard flying towards the square.

In a blink of an eye, the big man flew over the square.

A pair of tiger eyes swept over the people below, and the big man suddenly laughed out loud.

"Hahaha...!"

In an instant, a majestic pressure that only congenital masters can have surged like a tide.

The contestants on the square were so scared that their faces turned pale and their bodies trembled.

What's more, under this pressure, some people sat down on the ground and could hardly stand up.

Zhao Heng sensed it and saw through the big man's cultivation, the middle stage of the ascending realm.

This group is clearly releasing pressure on purpose to scare them.

Zhao Heng thought, it's just the middle stage of the Ascension Realm, why are you so arrogant?

If I were in my prime, I wouldn't dare to use too much force to deal with someone of your strength.

I'm afraid of breaking it and splashing blood all over myself.

Of course, Zhao Heng's identity is now a post-natal warrior participating in the competition, so he naturally can't act too calm.

He can only shake his body and make an expression that the innate strongman is so terrifying.

The red-robed man saw the frightened and panicked reactions of Zhao Heng and others, and then he was satisfied to withdraw the pressure and flew to the high platform.

The four Iron Blood Gate deacons sitting on the high platform hurriedly stood up and saluted.

"Greetings to Elder Di!"

The person who came was one of the four elders of the Iron Blood Gate, the elder of the White Tiger Hall, Di Wanhe.

"No need to be polite!"

Di Wanhe stepped down from the platform and sat in the middle of the platform. He looked down at the representatives of the major merchants.

"This year's permanent chamber of commerce election is still so lively, but these contestants seem too weak!"

Di Wanhe's undisguised sarcasm made many people present feel unhappy.

But after feeling the terrifying pressure from the other party just now, they could only be angry but not speak.

At this time, a deacon stepped forward and asked.

"Elder Di, do you want to give a lecture first?"

Di Wanhe waved his hand and said, "Don't hesitate, start the game directly, it will be interesting.

Let me see if there are any good seedlings in this selection."