Changsheng Goudao: Playing suona at the beginning, sending off Xiuxian

The once-in-five-year Feixian Conference arrived as scheduled.

Cultivators from all over the world came from all directions.

The number of cultivators in the entire Songyunfang City increased by more than ten times.

The various things brought by cultivators from all over the country were even more dazzling.

For example, Bai Yu and a group of people were surrounding a stall.

The stall owner summoned two puppets, which looked 80% like humans.

While showing them, the stall owner said:

"Although the combat power of my mechanical puppets is only the first or second level of Qi Refining."

"But they are all made in the form of humans, in the same proportion, and are almost the same as humans, very realistic."

"It's perfect for handling some trivial matters."

The two puppets are both female in form, with picturesque eyebrows and slim figures.

It's really convenient for single male cultivators to buy them back.

For a while, many people in the field made bids.

For no other reason, they just like mechanical arts and love to learn.

Bai Yu did not bid, because this thing is not practical unless it is scaled up.

He took Lao Mo for a stroll and felt that his eyes were opened.

Various magic tools and elixirs, spiritual beasts and spiritual materials, and even magic arrays that are rarely seen in normal times appeared.

Bai Yu saw an eight-diagram cloud light array in front of a magic array stall.

This array is arranged according to the eight-diagram orientation, and it is said that it can defend against the simultaneous attacks of several high-level Qi-refining monks.

However, the price is really not cheap, it costs 500 spirit stones.

Bai Yu is very jealous of this magic array.

As the Ascension Conference approaches, it brings popularity and risks.

He heard that several stall owners disappeared inexplicably.

Bai Yu gritted his teeth and went up to ask the stall owner.

"Daoyou, how much is this formation?"

The stall owner was an old Taoist with a white beard that reached his chest. He looked like an immortal master and was very frugal with words:

"Wubei."

Bai Yu shook his head:

"Daoyou, your formation is good, but it's too expensive. People who don't know would think it's some kind of mountain protection formation."

"Besides, it's the Feixian Conference now. Everyone wants to buy magic tools and talismans that can increase their strength in a short period of time. How many people want to buy your formation?"

The old Taoist with a white beard raised his eyebrows. Bai Yu really hit the nail on the head.

Many people came to ask about the price of this formation, but not many wanted to buy it.

Most of them spent their spirit stones on preparing for the Feixian Conference.

In the end, with Bai Yu's perfect bargaining skills, he bargained down to 300 spirit stones.

He almost gritted his teeth and pretended that his family's savings were emptied before he bought this set of formations.

With a large formation guarding the cave, he felt more confident in the future.

Bai Yu was satisfied and moved around in the crowd.

After making sure that no one was watching him, he returned to the cave and set up the Eight Diagrams Cloud Light Formation.

A few days later, the Feixian Conference was officially held.

The square in the center of Songyunfang City was crowded with people.

Suddenly, several rays of light fell from the sky and landed on the high platform in the center.

They were seven cultivators dressed differently.

They had a strong pressure on them, and they were actually foundation-building masters!

A middle-aged Taoist priest wearing a water and fire Taoist robe stepped forward and looked around.

His cold eyes swept over the crowd, and the scene suddenly became silent.

The middle-aged Taoist priest said in a loud voice:

"This Feixian Conference has officially begun. Now I will announce the recruitment rules."

"Any cultivator who is interested in joining our sect can compete on the Feixian stage. The top 100 will be qualified to join."

In fact, the major sects do not care much about the Feixian Conference. They each have their own sources of disciples.

The people who come to participate in the conference are basically independent cultivators, and their trustworthiness is naturally inferior to that of the cultivators trained by the sects themselves.

The Feixian Conference is held every five years, but it is just to give independent cultivators a chance to rise, so as to prevent them from being dissatisfied and making trouble everywhere.

There are thousands of independent cultivators in this competition, but only 100 places are given.

On the stage, after the middle-aged Taoist priest finished speaking, a fat monk with big ears said:

"Swords have no eyes. Once you step onto the Feixian stage, life and death are up to fate."

"If you feel that you are not strong enough, do not step onto the stage lightly."

"After this round of Feixian competition, our seven families will have a small competition."

"If you have strong spiritual roots, or have a special physique, or have a special skill, such as an entry-level alchemist, you can come to each sect for testing."

Offstage, Bai Yu's heart moved after hearing this.

It turns out that there is a second round of tests in this Feixian Conference.

It makes sense. If someone has a natural spiritual root, then what is the point of competing for cultivation? All sects will definitely rush to recruit him.

This gave him an opportunity.

To participate in the Feixian Conference, you must be at least at the seventh level of Qi Refining, and it is extremely dangerous.

Only the ninth level of Qi Refining is a little safer.

With Bai Yu's earth-shaking qualifications, if he wants to reach the Qi Refining level,The ninth level would probably take dozens or even hundreds of years.

However, it would be different if he participated in the second round of tests.

As long as he could become a first-grade talisman maker, he would have a good chance of passing.

If he could become a second-grade talisman maker, it would be a sure thing.

Bai Yu made up his mind and determined the future path.

At this time, after the foundation-building senior on the stage finished speaking, many cultivators came forward to sign up for the conference.

Those who participated were basically masters in the late stage of Qi Refining.

Liu Hongmei's husband Zhang Tinglu also signed up on the stage.

Bai Yu looked at the surging cultivators on the stage and was worried about Zhang Tinglu.

The next day, the Feixian Conference officially began.

In the central square, seven Feixian platforms started the competition at the same time.

Pairs of masters in the late stage of Qi Refining began to fight each other.

The crowds of people below the stage cheered continuously.

Bai Yu did not join the crowd.

He moved a special stepladder behind the crowd, and there was a bench on top of the ladder.

Songyunfang City prohibits flying, but it does not prohibit moving ladders.

Bai Yu and Lao Mo sat on the bench, with melon seeds and cold tea in front of them, and half a watermelon each, eating and watching, and shouting with excitement.

He has been preparing for this melon-eating for a long time.

The battle on the stage really opened his eyes.

Some of them are proficient in magic, and they fight with ice cones, wind blades, thunder, and flying sand.

Some are close to people, raising their hands is a pile of talismans, and a punch is the power of more than a dozen spirit stones.

Correspondingly, casualties soon occurred, and even the ninth-level masters were seriously injured.

Bai Yu ate melons and watched the show, while secretly evaluating in his heart.

If the masters of the late stage of Qi Refining do not use talismans and magic tools, they are probably similar to the innate warriors in the world.

If the talismans and magic tools are used, the innate warriors can only barely resist for a moment.

The immortal way versus the martial way, this is a crushing of the civilization system, the gap is too big.

At this moment, Lao Mo next to him "woofed" to remind Bai Yu that an acquaintance was on the stage.

Zhang Tinglu jumped onto the high platform, and Liu Hongmei watched eagerly in the crowd.

Bai Yu was happy and encouraged, and specially took a loud speaker:

"Come on, Brother Zhang, Brother Zhang will win!"

Zhang Tinglu's opponent was an old Taoist with a goatee.

The old Taoist raised a whisk, and the white silk on the whisk was like an arrow, and went straight to Zhang Tinglu.

Zhang Tinglu threw out two earth wall talismans to resist the opponent's magic tools.

For a while, the two sides fought again and again.

In the end, Zhang Tinglu froze the old Taoist with a black ice talisman and ended the battle.

Bai Yu was sincerely happy for this old acquaintance.

That night he brought a pot of Lieyang Fire Wine to celebrate for the couple.

In the next few days, Zhang Tinglu participated in three more battles.

In the third battle, he died unexpectedly.