Mortal Seeking Immortal

As soon as the monk surnamed Zhao finished speaking, someone sneered: "Not to mention that the one-time registration fee is one hundred spirit stones. If you want to sign up for them all, the registration fee will cost hundreds of spirit stones. Just talk about the four sects and three sects. The recruitment competitions are held at the same time every session, and you can only sign up for the competition at the same time unless you know the art of clones.”

As soon as these words came out, the monk surnamed Zhao did not speak again.

Monk Wugen also talked about other things about the recruitment competition, and everyone listened with interest.

After chatting like this for an unknown amount of time, Daoyou Liu, who had left earlier, came back and called Monk Wugen away, and everyone started talking about other topics.

"Did you know that the head of Chixia Sect was released from seclusion a few days ago? As soon as he was released from seclusion, he took in several disciples and taught them carefully."

Upon hearing the words 'Chixia Sect', Ye Zhou instantly became energetic and used part of his consciousness to listen to their chat.

If I remember correctly, Fairy Xiyu came from Chixia Sect!

The middle-aged monk wearing a brocade robe and surnamed 'Xu' at the tenth level of Qi training said: "Yes, I also know that one of the weakest disciples came to our Dawu Dynasty alone some time ago and wiped out a group of The remnant of the demon sect lurking in the territory of our Dawu Dynasty, with this merit, he was successfully taken into consideration by the head of Chixia Sect. "

Hearing this, Ye Zhou understood clearly. It seemed that Fairy Xiyu had given all the credit to her senior brother Zhong Ao, which was why Zhong Ao was accepted by the head.

Ye Zhou had to sigh in his heart that Fairy Xiyu was really affectionate towards her senior brother. She not only spent her longevity to force Yu Ruyi to move, but also gave away all the credit.

Everyone exclaimed: "It turns out that the remnants of the demon sect hidden in our Dawu Dynasty were wiped out by the people of Chixia Sect!"

"I heard that there was an old demon in the demon sect who was in the Foundation-Building Dzogchen Realm. That disciple wiped him out with just one person. It is estimated that he was at least in the Foundation-Building Dzogchen Realm and used the legendary Knot. Dan magic weapon!”

"This person is actually just the weakest disciple under the head of Chixia Sect. The disciples with the highest cultivation level may have reached the pill-forming stage. We casual cultivators have spent our entire lives, and we have reached the foundation-building stage. The heaven is so great that it is even more difficult to imagine the realm of pill formation. The four sects and three sects are truly worthy of their reputation!"

Everyone marveled a few more times.

The group rested here for the night.

During this period, Mrs. Huayue saw Ye Zhou finishing his meditation and took the opportunity to come up to talk to Ye Zhou. However, Ye Zhou avoided them for various reasons. However, Mrs. Huayue persevered and continued to approach Ye Zhou for various reasons.

Ye Zhou was so annoyed by this disturbance that he directly set up a barrier around him and began to meditate with his eyes closed, thus preventing Mrs. Huayue from continuing to strike up a conversation.

Everyone waited here until noon on the second day, when they heard a sound breaking through the sky. Ye Zhou opened his closed eyes and looked into the air with everyone.

I saw a bearded man wearing coarse linen clothes and holding a spiritual ax falling from mid-air.

As soon as the bearded man landed, the spiritual ax under his feet shrank instantly and flew back into his hand. The bearded man put the spiritual ax into his belt and glanced at the people waiting here with his tiger eyes.

When his eyes fell on the approaching monk Wugen, a smile broke out on his face. He stretched out his palm as big as a cattail fan affectionately, patted the monk Wugen's shoulder heavily several times and said, "Wugen, you I haven’t seen you for a while, and I will definitely have a good time with you when we get to the imperial capital of Shengyun Kingdom.”

Monk Wugen put his hands together, smiled and turned around to introduce the bearded man to everyone: "Fellow Taoists, this is what the poor monk told you, the poor monk's long-time friend Ma Shiyi, Brother Eleven, these are the poor monks. The monk met several fellow Taoists who went to the imperial capital while waiting for you here."

Ye Zhou also removed the barrier at this time and met with Ma Shiyi along with everyone.

The moment Ma Shiyi saw everyone, he was very enthusiastic and seemed to be brothers with everyone. Ye Zhou saw this and felt a sense of vigilance in his heart.

This Ma Shiyi is at the twelfth level of Qi training. According to the rules of the immortal world, the strong are respected. He treats everyone so kindly, which creates a sense of disobedience. However, everyone except Ye Zhou seems to have no feeling at all. As if aware.

If it weren't for the fact that he didn't have a jade certificate of identity and his identity was sensitive, it would be very troublesome to go to Emperor Shengyun alone. He would have parted ways with these casual cultivators now.

After the two parties got to know each other, Monk Wugen said: "Now that everyone is here, let's set off."

After saying that, the rootless monk took out an old yellow-brown futon from his sleeve and threw it into the air.

After the futon hovered in mid-air for a while, it actually emitted a faint yellowish light. Then the futon instantly grew in size and stopped motionless in mid-air.

This is actually a high-grade Qi training instrument!

Seeing Monk Wugen casually take out a high-grade Qi-training magic weapon, everyone was envious. They all took out their own flying magic tools, and a flash of inspiration flashed in their eyes.

Ye Zhou, who was standing behind everyone, saw that most of the people were taking out mid-grade flying swords for qi training, so he casually took out an unnoticed mid-grade flying sword for qi training.

Just when Ye Zhou was controlling the flying sword, he saw Ma Shiyi standing aside, glancing at the magic weapons in everyone's hands without leaving a trace, with a hint of greed in his eyes.

Ye Zhou's spiritual consciousness is strong and he can easily detect it, and he is even more vigilant, but that's all. These two casual practitioners at the twelfth level of Qi training, with Ye Zhou's current strength, can easily do it without the help of hills and spirit beetles. solve.

Being able to safely enter the Shengyun Imperial Capital is what he cares about most.

With a light leap, Wugen Monk landed steadily on the cushion in the sky. He sat cross-legged on the cushion, clasped his hands together, chanted a Buddhist name, and took the lead to fly towards the capital of Shengyun Kingdom. The rest of the people followed closely behind him and flew on swords.

Ye Zhou was mixed in the crowd. His external consciousness accidentally swept the end of the team. Seeing that Ma Shiyi was indeed flying at the end of the team, a cold light flashed in Ye Zhou's eyes.

He said that Wugen Monk would be so kind to take them to the capital of Shengyun Kingdom. I'm afraid he was planning to rob and kill Ma Shiyi halfway. I don't know how many monks fell into their hands.

However, Ye Zhou did not rush to take action first. He still had to rely on Wugen Monk's relationship to reach the capital of Shengyun Kingdom as soon as possible. If they were to kill themselves halfway, Ye Zhou would just take their storage bags one by one.

Because everyone's cultivation was uneven, the lowest level cultivator was only at the fifth level of Qi training, which seriously slowed down everyone's speed.

After flying for three days, when they passed a mountain covered by white fog, a dozen Qi training cultivators flying on swords suddenly flew out from the mountain. As soon as these cultivators flew out, they surrounded Ye Zhou and his group in the center without saying a word.

The two leading cultivators in this group of cultivators had obviously reached the twelfth level of Qi training. Seeing the opponent coming fiercely, a look of panic flashed across the faces of several cultivators with slightly lower cultivation beside Ye Zhou.