Changsheng: My realm is more than perfect

Chapter 71 The storage bag is full of immortals and famous

When Taoist Wuzun arrived, the meeting hall was full of people.

He took a quick glance and saw that those at the front were all Qianjinshan monks. It seemed like something had happened to a disciple of that sect.

It was just in the middle of the night, so why were there so many other disciples of the three sects?

Didn't you go to bed to watch the show?

Not only that, everyone's expressions were actually a little strange.

The fat on Wu Zun's cheeks was tight, and he maintained a serious face, but he was already getting excited in his heart.

"What's going on tonight?"

He asked in a deep voice: "Is it possible that another disciple would meet naked in the spirit pool in the middle of the night?"

As soon as these words came out, some of the disciples below blushed, and some looked angry.

A Yunyao Sect disciple explained: "Elder, Senior Brother Qianjinshan was attacked by someone..."

"Sneak attack? You want to call me for such a thing?"

The disciple opened his mouth: "Misunderstanding... The person who reported the message was frightened and said that Senior Brother Qianjinshan was slapped to death. We didn't dare to make the decision without authorization, so we sent the message..."

"Sneak attack, fan?"

Taoist Wuzun keenly grasped the two key words, and his eyebrows moved: "Could it be the same person who hit the sap last time?"

The disciple was also speechless: "I'm afraid so..."

"..."

"Is Lin Youjiang awake?"

"Slept soundly."

"..."

After a long silence, Wu Zun suppressed the twitching at the corner of his mouth and waved his sleeves: "It's time to disperse. Why are we gathering here if we have nothing to do?"

The Qianjinshan disciples were dissatisfied: "A noble disciple of the Immortal Family committed a despicable sneak attack. Please ask the elder Yunyao Sect to uphold justice for senior brother!"

Wu Zun smiled: "You guys come out at night with your faces covered. No one can recognize each other. What if the person who sneaks up on you is a disciple of Qian Jinshan?"

"It's impossible!"

"Then tell me which sect you are a disciple of, name it, and I will come to pick up someone for you. Is it possible that you are still from Yunyaozhong?"

The man's lips murmured: "It still needs to be investigated..."

"Dangcha!"

Wuzun nodded and said happily: "I see that you are well-organized and magnanimous, so I will take the lead in investigating this matter. I hope you will not disappoint."

This man originally looked unhappy, but when he heard the elder's praise, his expression suddenly became excited, and he subconsciously clasped his fists and bowed.

"I will definitely live up to the elders' trust!"

After a moment, a group of Qianjinshan disciples filed out of the meeting hall. Everyone lowered their heads and sighed, speechless.

"Hey... let's all disperse. Go and guard Senior Brother Lin personally. He has an alchemy competition tomorrow, so don't miss the time."

the other side.

In a certain cave where the disciples of Fallen Maple Valley lived, Senior Brother Wang Ming just heard the news and raised his head and laughed.

"There is no old sap thief. If you slap Lin Youjiang, he is the sap immortal!"

"But he also slapped you, senior brother!"

"I've been sleep deprived for the past few days."

"But he also took off your clothes..."

"Where's Lin Youjiang?"

"Gripped it too."

"Well done! Why wasn't I there..."

……

early morning.

Pine peak.

There were less than sixty people participating in the competition today, but the surrounding area was packed with onlookers.

Wu Meng stood in an inconspicuous corner.

Before the competition even started, I heard someone talking about the 'Sap Immortal'. "...The Sap Immortal attacked Senior Brother Luofenggu on the first night, and slapped Senior Brother Lin unconscious last night...I heard that Senior Brother Lin almost turned against him when he saw the sleeve robe this morning!"

"I don't know which sect he is a disciple of, it's too dark..."

"No! The next one is Nianhuawanyue Court and Bichao Palace..."

"I'm overthinking it. When things spread, how could the other two sects be unprepared? Now every sect is looking for this Sap Immortal. Whoever finds it first will have endless spiritual stones!"

Wu Meng listened to several sentences before he realized that the Sap Immortal they mentioned was actually him!

Is the matter so big?

Wu Meng walked a few steps and people were talking about this everywhere.

The topic often eventually leads to having a lot of money.

That's right.

Wu Meng touched nearly 800 spiritual stones from Lin Youjiang last night, and with the harvest the night before, he now holds nearly 1,800 spiritual stones in his arms.

It doesn't stop there.

Last night I also touched two magic weapons.

One of them is a golden awl the size of a fist, with mysterious inscriptions engraved on it and full of spiritual light.

Wu Meng just made sure that there was no status left on it by not touching it.

But he didn't dare to instill spiritual power and try to inspire it.

Another piece is a fish-shaped paper kite. This is not a random talisman vehicle like Luo Qingbao, but a real low-grade magic weapon.

In terms of price, the cheapest low-grade magic weapon exceeds one hundred spirit stones. If it is an offensive weapon, it is at least three hundred.

These two things are a huge amount of money, but I can't find the time to sell them yet.

In addition, there are some basic talismans, elixirs, and many miscellaneous items with different functions.

Wu Meng came back to his senses, feeling no worries in his heart.

The content of today's competition is still refining elixirs. The condition is that a elixir containing two essences needs to be refined.

The latent elixir that Wu Meng refined at the foot of the mountain more than twenty years ago met the requirements, and now it is naturally at his fingertips.

However, he still kept an eye on all directions and opened the furnace for the third time to form a latent elixir, which he barely managed to pass.

After Wu Meng, more than thirty people had not yet achieved elixir, and Luo Qingbao was among them.

After all, it is a competition between the four major sects of Fengxi Continent. To reach this point is to be regarded as the leader of the young generation in the continent.

It is worth mentioning that.

Lin Youjiang seemed to have been stimulated by last night, or had a stress reaction from being talked about by too many people.

He hit hard on the stage today.

After only one furnace was opened, ten pills were produced, including two middle-grade pills.

Only an hour later, he knocked on the alchemy furnace and walked away, leaving all the disciples speechless in shock.

Two hours after him, people started to become elixirs one after another.

Not to mention the disciples, even Taoist Songmang was alarmed.

After the competition, Wu Meng comforted Luo Qingbao a few words. Out of careful consideration, he was not in a hurry to return the spirit stone to the guy.

Shen Shi.

Return to Xifeng.

Wu Meng came over today, and instead of going to the pavilion run by the sect, he went straight to Dongshi.

This is a place where monks set up stalls. You only need to pay a spiritual stone to get a temporary stall that will last for one day.

Normally, there are usually no more than a hundred stalls here, but the number has doubled in the past few days. This is because many disciples have gone to the secret realm.

Wu Meng walked through the crowd, looking at the flowers, stopping to look around from time to time.

He stopped staying at many of the stalls he had visited yesterday.

Leaning slightly, he stopped in front of a stall selling formation flags.

This stall is new today. The stall owner is a petite girl with a childish face and a somewhat baby face.

She is wearing a light green palace dress with half a floral embroidery on the collar. Looking from the side, she looks like she is holding the moon in her arms.

This is the disciple of Nian Hua Wan Yueting.

Wu Meng stopped and watched for a moment, and a set of dark blue wind pattern flags with a simple atmosphere fell into his eyes.

(End of this chapter)