I slay demons and cook in the world of cultivating immortals

On the banana fan, the monk Shen Qinglan looked confused.

The two sat cross-legged facing each other, and there were two wooden signs between them.

Two identical wooden signs.

There are three characters of Wuji Gate written on the wooden sign, and the pattern of the nine-story pagoda faintly emerges.

Shen Qinglan has been guessing for the past two days that this wooden sign might be what Wu Yuezhu was looking for. It was just a guess at first, it might be a token or something like an identity card.

But she never expected that this was actually a wooden sign to enter the Demon Slaying Conference.

The monk patted his bald head, and placed his wooden sign between the two of them.

His piece says Amitabha Temple, and there is also a pattern of a nine-story pagoda on the back.

Three wooden signs for two people!
Shen Qinglan sighed, "Why do you say you are so enthusiastic? Can't you exchange what you want for food? Now it's all right, make a wish for nothing."

The monk raised his head and lowered his head, sighing helplessly, "Do you think I gave you this because of the delicious food you cooked?"

"Isn't it?" It's no wonder that Shen Qinglan looks down on people, the monk's various actions in the past few days really made her feel that the monk is greedy.

"Hey, there is also a little bit for food, but not all."

"What do you say."

"Although the food you cook is delicious, I wouldn't drag you into the Demon Slaying Conference just because of this. Wouldn't that make you go to death?" The monk became serious, and his words were still somewhat believable.

He played with the three wooden cards, "At the Monster Slaying Conference, all monsters sent by the monster clan are third-tier monsters. Although they are third-tier monsters, they are not something ordinary monks in the late stage of foundation establishment can deal with. If you are an ordinary foundation-builder Cultivator, it's still in the early stage of foundation establishment, and pulling you along is just to make up the number of people. If you don't have time to crush the teleportation talisman, you will be slapped to death by that monster's paw.

I think you were too brave yesterday, it's a pity not to go to the Demon Slaying Conference. "

Shen Qinglan understood, "It turns out that I was looking for a partner for you. Are you afraid of death? Is the disciple of the big boss in the Mahayana period also afraid of death?"

The monk glared at her, "If you say anything more about the Mahayana period, I will leave!"

Shen Qinglan laughed loudly, "Just kidding, kidding, don't worry!"

The monk seemed to be about the same age as her, but when he got angry, he became more intimate, and he didn't think there was anything awkward about it.

"I'll go to the pier later to see fresh seafood, what do you want to eat?"

Naturally, the monk will not be really angry. "That's about the same. You and I are not monks in the Eastern Sea Realm. We will suffer a disadvantage if we enter the Demon Slaying Conference. We have a companion to take care of each other."

Most of the monster slaying conferences are monks from various factions on the islands in the East China Sea. When there is danger, they must first save their own acquaintances.

"Your senior brother got this wooden card before? How much does he know about the Demon Slaying Conference?"

Shen Qinglan really didn't know anything about it, and now that she had the opportunity to go and see it, she naturally wanted to inquire more about it.

"It's actually a fighting method. If you can beat it, you can fight it. If you can't beat it, you can crush the teleportation talisman. Those who can fight all the way to the ninth floor will be rewarded, and there will be a place to enter the next demon-only meeting."

Shen Qinglan couldn't help being curious, "Didn't you have nearly a hundred people who could get the next quota? Could there be so many people who hit the ninth floor?"

The monk shook his head, "No, didn't Benefactor Wu tell you before that you can get spirit beads by defeating your opponents, and as long as one person has three spirit beads, they can still get the quota to enter the next demon-slaying conference."

The number of monsters and monsters entering is more than 300, and this number is not right, "Even if the human cultivator wins, there are only more than 300 monster race spirit beads in total, and the monks who can reach the ninth floor must have more spirit beads." That's a lot, on average, less than one hundred places get three spirit beads."

Shen Qinglan pointed to herself, "For example, I hit the top of the nine-story pagoda and got eighty spirit beads."

Pointing to the monk again, "You got twenty spirit beads from the fifth floor, we already have a hundred, plus a few other strong ones, we also took up hundreds, and the remaining one hundred At most, it can be divided into 30 people, how can it be possible to have an average of three per person?"

The monk disagreed with Shen Qinglan's example, "Why are you eighty and I'm only twenty?"

He was in the late stage of foundation establishment, and she was in the early stage of foundation establishment. Where did this person have the face to say such an example?

Shen Qinglan waved her hand, "It's just an example, don't talk about it."

The monk took out a few spirit stones from the storage bag and asked Shen Qinglan, "What is this?"

"Spirit stone."

The monk put the spirit stones back into the storage bag with satisfaction, "I keep three of your eighty for myself, and the rest can be exchanged for spirit stones. Qing Lanshi mainly wants to hit eighty spirit beads, then you can be regarded as Tianyuan." Continental Foundation Establishment No.1."

See if she can, return eighty spirit beads.

In the past, there were only a dozen or twenty at most.

"So it can still be sold? Why is this a bit unscrupulous? Isn't it about the war between monsters? How can you still earn Lingshi?"

Is it child's play?
The monk put away his wooden signboard of Amitabha Temple, "Don't think too easily. In the past, the results of people's cultivation only accounted for [-]% of the victory. Those monsters are not so powerful."

Shen Qinglan chuckled, "Just think about it, the worst thing is to be sent out."

The monk put away his smile and said seriously, "You must not think like this. If the opponent is too strong, you may not even have the chance to crush the teleportation talisman. This has happened many times in the past."

Shen Qinglan also became serious, "I will pay attention, and I will never underestimate the enemy."

The monk nodded in satisfaction, "We have to find a way to get rid of this extra wooden sign first."

"How to deal with this?" Shen Qinglan thought that the monk would find another person to accompany him, but he didn't expect that he planned to deal with it, sell it?

"Anyone who can participate in the Demon Slaying Conference will be able to get a Linghui Pill. If they can climb to the top of the tower, they will gain both fame and fortune. Some small sects are squeezed out, and they will all get a place. How many spirit stones can you sell? ?”

Huiling Pill is a very useful elixir when the foundation is broken through to the golden elixir stage, and this thing is rarely circulated in the market.

Most of them are self-produced and sold within the sect, after all, high-level pharmacists are not just casually picked up on the street.

Shen Qinglan pushed the extra wooden sign to the monk's hand, "I always need tens of thousands of spirit stones."

"Tens of thousands? How could it be only tens of thousands, at least hundreds of thousands are needed. And this thing has a price but no market, who would take it to auction!
Unless there are really no suitable disciples in the sect. "

He pushed the things back to Shen Qinglan, "Swap your piece with this piece, this is probably what benefactor Wu is looking for, I heard that there are not many pieces in the Promise Gate.

Now that I have another piece, the chance of her getting into the Demon Slaying Conference is even smaller.In case there is a mark or something on your piece, so as not to be watched. "

As soon as Shen Qinglan heard it right, she exchanged her piece to the monk, "When are we going to Wangyue Island?"

"Tomorrow morning."

"it is good."

My mind is a bit messy, if you don't understand it, just say it, and I will change it.