I let you cultivate immortality, not bring harm to the immortal cultivation world!

The time after the new year passed quickly, and it was the fourteenth day of the first lunar month in a blink of an eye.

These days, Qin Yu is either refining elixirs or practicing.

Strengthen your foundation over and over again.

And Li Zhengtong was not idle either. Apart from eating, he was setting up formations and practicing, and the spiritual energy all over his body was quickly solidifying.

In the afternoon, Qin Yu took a powerful pill out of the pill furnace and put it into a porcelain bottle.

At this point, all two hundred powerful pills have been prepared.

"Finally finished practicing!"

Qin Yu sighed. He almost vomited while refining the powerful elixir these days.

"I hope these powerful pills can make more money!"

Just as Qin Yu was sighing, two black dog heads quietly poked out from an uninhabited corner.

"Woof woof~" (Clan leader, the city is peaceful and there is no danger. I'm afraid our trip will be in vain.) Wangcai sent a message to the leader of the Fantasy Dog Clan.

The leader of the Fantasy Dog Clan also turned into a little puppy like Wangcai, making it easier to hide his figure.

After hearing Wangcai's words, the leader of the Fantasy Dog Clan muttered: "Who said it was for nothing? I didn't miss the stinky tofu so much when I was in Xuantian Sect. But now that I have come, I can see the stinky tofu immortal every day, but I can't eat the stinky tofu." Tofu makes me feel even more uncomfortable."

"It's better not to come!"

Wangcai felt that they were milling around in the crowd every day during this period, and the patriarch's words were becoming more and more standard.

"Woof woof~" (Chief, how about we dogs create a little danger for us, and then rescue our master by directing and acting on our own, so that we can get the stinky tofu rewarded by the master.)

The leader of the Fantasy Dog Clan frowned and scolded: "Sangbiao, how many times have I told you?"

"We want to be an honest dog, a righteous dog, and a dog that has escaped from vulgar taste. How can you lie to people just because of a piece of stinky tofu?"

After Wangcai heard this, he hung his head in shame.

"Woof woof~" (I'm sorry, patriarch, I'm obsessed with stinky tofu.)

"Just realize your mistake. Since there's nothing going on here, why don't I send you back first."

Wangcai looked at the Dream Dog Clan leader with suspicious eyes, "Clan leader, do you want to send me back first, then direct and act on your own, create a crisis to save the master, and then eat all the stinky tofu?"

"How...how is it possible!"

The leader of the Fantasy Dog Clan looked around with his small eyes, looking like a guilty dog.

"If you don't go back, you won't go back, but you can't talk nonsense. How can you doubt the most honest dog, the most righteous dog, and the most out of vulgar taste of the Dream Dog Clan?"

Wangcai: "..."

...

The fifteenth day of the first lunar month!

Lantern Festival!

On this day, Wusheng City was as lively as the Chinese New Year.

Before dawn, there were adults and children hurriedly walking towards the square in the center of the city.

I was afraid that I might arrive late and not get a seat near the front.

All the shops in the streets and alleys were closed, and the shopkeepers and shopkeepers ran out of the square to occupy their seats.

This scene of empty streets is enough to illustrate the enthusiasm of ordinary people for cultivating immortals.

Everything about immortal cultivators is mysterious to these people.

After practicing for another night, Qin Yu slowly opened his eyes, washed himself briefly, had a few bites of breakfast, and then took Li Zhengtong and Li Xiaojiao to the square in the center of the city.

As soon as he arrived here, Qin Yu was shocked by the scene.

I saw that the three floors inside and the three floors outside were full of people.

"Are there actually so many people in your Holy City of Wusheng?"

Li Zhengtong nodded. He saw this kind of scene every year, so there was nothing surprising about it.

It's just that he used to watch from the VIP seats, but this year he will play in person.

The three of them finally squeezed to the front and entered the square. After finding the staff to verify their identities, they went to the contestants' seats to sit and wait.

Because Li Xiaojiao was not a contestant, she could only go to the Li family's spectator stand alone.

There are now more than sixty people sitting in the contestant seats, the oldest is twenty years old and the youngest is fourteen years old.

There are also many acquaintances among them, including Meng Ruyan and Meng Lutong from the Meng family, Wang Zhe from the City Lord's Mansion, etc.

After saying hello to the people they knew, Qin Yu and Li Zhengtong sat down on the far right and waited.

The seats are divided into four areas, namely the City Lord's Mansion, the Li Family, the Meng Family, and the Wu Family.

These are all the forces participating in the competition this time.

All the immortal cultivators born among the common people have joined the City Lord's Mansion, so there are more contestants in the City Lord's Mansion than the three major families.

This time, in addition to Qin Yu, Li Zhengtong and Li Tian, ​​their Li family also had sixteen participants.

Among them were ten monks in the foundation-building stage. Among the monks in the qi-refining stage, there was a twenty-year-old immortal cultivator who had achieved great perfection in qi-refining. His name was Li Hai, who was a descendant of a branch of the Li family.

I heard that Li Hai has been able to break through because he has been suppressing his cultivation for this competition, because of the Xuan-level magic weapon awarded by the City Lord's Mansion.

Qin Yu looked at the contestants from other families.

Ignoring the foundation-building monks, the current strongest members of the Meng family and the Wu family are all at the ninth level of Qi refining, but there are two masters of the Great Perfection of Qi refining in the City Lord's Mansion.

Moreover, these two people still have childish looks on their faces, they should be about seventeen or eighteen years old.

After a short wait, more than sixty contestants came one after another, and among them was a member of the Meng family who had reached the Great Perfection of Qi Refining.

The others were at the ninth level of Qi Refining at most, so they could only beat Li Zhengtong and no longer posed a threat to Qin Yu.

If nothing else goes wrong, the final winner of the Qi Refining Stage Arena Competition should be chosen from the Li family, the Meng family and the City Lord's Mansion.

The Wu family, which had little presence, had already been defeated in advance.

As for the foundation-building period, Qin Yu could not feel their specific cultivation, so he could not judge.

It was already the time of Si, and the city lord Wang Xue walked to the square to make an opening speech.

He said a lot, and the summary was that he hoped that more and more immortal cultivators would emerge in Wusheng City, and that everyone would return to Wusheng City to contribute to their hometown after becoming immortal cultivators.

It was like a declaration of talent introduction.

"Now let's talk about today's competition items, which are the ring competition, alchemy competition, formation competition, and weapon refining competition. The ring competition is divided into the Qi refining group and the foundation-building group. Two rounds will be held in the morning, and the preliminaries of the other competitions will be completed in the morning!"

"The top three in each competition will have generous rewards. The third place will be rewarded with 50 lower-grade spirit stones, the second place will be rewarded with 200 lower-grade spirit stones, and the first place will be rewarded with a Xuan-level magic weapon!"

"I hope all the players will follow the principle of friendship first and competition second, and treat every game seriously and fairly."

"I wish everyone good results!"

"I wish Wusheng City a better tomorrow!"

The crowd cheered.

"Heh, there's a better tomorrow. I'm afraid there's no tomorrow in Wusheng City."

At the back of the crowd, two middle-aged men in plain clothes and ferocious looks crossed their arms and laughed.

But the scene was too noisy, and no one paid attention to what the two said.

Behind the two, there were two cute little black dogs lying, sticking out their tongues, drooling, and looking at the two with a silly smile.

......

At this moment, one after another extremely old man walked out of the empty alley.

They had dull eyes and stiff movements, like puppets controlled by others.

......

Outside Wusheng City!

Every distance there was a black-robed man hiding in the bushes or trees, waiting for an opportunity to move!

......

Prison!

The prison door rang, and a middle-aged man wearing an official hat walked into the dark and damp prison with two guards.

"You, you, you, you, and you..."

Tie them all up and take them all away!

The helmsman hiding here raised the corners of his mouth and stood up.

......

On the top of the mountain, a man in a black robe jumped up and looked down at the Holy City of Wu from top to bottom.

On the cliff halfway up the mountain, a young man looked up and looked into the distance, calmly watching the life and death of Holy City of Wu.

On the square, everyone was celebrating, and a basketball court-sized ring slowly rose from the ground.

Under the lively and boiling surface, there were undercurrents and murderous intentions!