Botmaster

Tong Wu's worry did not affect other people, they were very calm, and they all cast their eyes on Tan Xin.

Tan Xin: "...It's hard to measure the direction in the water, but it should be closer here, I'll try."

As he said that, Tan Xin closed his eyes to calculate again, and opened his eyes after a while and said, "This should be the edge of this seaweed. Go straight forward, and I think we will arrive soon."

"Then go at full speed, I've been suffocated in the water for a long time." Ziqing complained.

The group speeded up, and the dangerous seaweed group was no different from a paper tiger under the crushing speed. They were quickly torn apart by several people, and they broke through the last line of defense before reaching the Nanming Temple—the seaweed Array.

After leaving the seaweed formation, Tong Wu glanced back at the large clumps of seaweed surging behind him, thinking that the Nanming Palace is really shameless, using the Ye Mingzhu to guide people into the seaweed formation and then suddenly disappearing, If the ability is slightly inferior, I am afraid that I will lose my way in this big formation, unable to go out, and die miserably.

Tong Wu didn't understand why Nanming Temple did this. Their purpose was to attract monks and capable people from all walks of life to participate in the martial arts conference. Isn't it true that the more people who participate in the martial arts tournament, the better?And why do you want to find a way to deploy these many formations to keep many monks out of the door.

"You don't understand." Ziqing heard his question, and said mockingly: "There are so many monks in the world, do you think everyone is as rich as the senior brother?"

"What do you mean?"

"The journey of cultivating immortals is so difficult. It is not talent that can achieve positive results. To cultivate the road to heaven, pills, magic tools, and opportunities are the foundation. You have to be rich."

Tong Wu was smart, and after hearing this, he thought about it for a while, and guessed the danger of Nanming Temple with all his heart.

There are many poor monks and ghosts in the world, and Nanming Temple used the idea of ​​those poor monks that "you can get magic weapons without spending a lot of money". Two or three months before the official fighting ceremony, they began to spread news through various channels, so as to pass This kind of hype made the invitations to the martial arts tournament that should have been sent out for free by the Nanming Temple inflated to a high price.

Invitations that need to be bought with money are sold to those monks with low cultivation bases and poor ratios. From the point of view of making money, the first income of the martial arts competition comes from this. Magical treasures and elixir, invitations to the Nanming Temple Fighting Competition are considered cheap, so many poor monks have to get the invitations even if they scrape together to borrow money.

Even if the ability is not very high, there is always some luck.

Many monks had this kind of thinking in mind, trying to get into the door of the Nanming Temple. They didn't know they were fooled until they were blocked by the first vortex array.

That's why when Yan Jingchen and the others arrived just now, many monks were flying in mid-air to look around but didn't leave the battle.

After earning this money, Nanming Temple will use the money from the pit to arrange everything needed for the fighting tournament, and those who have spent the money and are not trapped by the whirlpool array will still be caught by the dark deep sea and the order. Blocked by the feared seaweed array, the poor monks who can really pass these three checkpoints to reach the Nanming Temple are really rare, and at this time, being poor no longer means low cultivation.

In other words, if you encounter a ragged opponent in this martial arts tournament where rich monks are desperately looking for excitement, then you have to be careful.

Tong Wu couldn't help sighing: "Nan Ming Temple is really stinky and shameless!"

"Isn't it?" Yan Jingchen smiled sarcastically, "I've already said that the Nanming Palace is full of shameless things that have existed for a thousand years and 8 years."

After his words fell, the space was quiet for three to five seconds, and then Tong Wu only heard the sound of "crash" rushing into his ears.

It was probably because it was quiet for too long just now, and now the turmoil is killing him.

"I'm going...it's so noisy!" Tong Wu cursed in a low voice.

Without allowing him to complain too much, a disciple of Nanming, who was wearing a gray Taoist robe like Zuo Zhenren, came to Yujian, and bowed his hands to several people, "Master Yan, I have been waiting for a long time, please come down!"

It was only then that Tong Wu noticed that they had passed through a blindfold unknowingly just now, and the noisy human voices that were covered by the blindfold at the gate of the Nanming Palace swarmed into his ears.At this moment, they were floating above the Nanming Temple, and after condescendingly seeing the situation at the entire gate, Tong Wu discovered some subtle situations-the venue at the entrance of the Nanming Temple is not small, but those people who are large in number and dressed in clean and gorgeous The monks would rather huddle together than stand with the few monks on the other side who are dirty and tattered.

There is a spontaneously formed two-meter-wide corridor between the two groups, and they don't like each other.

Yan Jingchen thought it was funny, and landed on the aisle in the middle without paying attention, put away the weak water sword gracefully, and walked forward with the Kunlun faction.

From this point of view, the left and right decontamination factions are somewhat like extras lining the road to welcome them.

Yan Jingchen followed Nan Ming to lead the disciples to the front, and handed over the invitations for himself and Tong Wu. After the second verification, they were allowed to pass.

It turns out that there is a rule in Nanming's martial arts conference, that is, no matter how big your sect is or how many disciples you bring, except for the invitee himself, only two people can enter the inner hall. No matter how strong they are, they must stay in the outer hall and wait for the Nanming Hall to arrange a place to live. Only after the martial arts competition officially starts can they go to the competition venue through the outer hall passage to meet the sect elders.

Not knowing the origin of this rule, Tong Wu only made a silent evaluation in his heart: Ugly people do more mischief.

Fortunately, Kunlun didn't send many people, he and Yan Jingchen only brought three people together, and there was no danger of them being separated.

Although Yan Jingchen came to Nanming Temple once, but it was a long time ago, he couldn't help but look at it again now, and lamented that during the years he didn't care, Nanming Temple thought he had cheated a lot of money, otherwise this How could the city under the sea be several times more gorgeous than the last time I saw it, and its appearance was completely turned upside down.

But he is not envious, money is important to him, but having a lot of money is more important than not having enough money.

Under the leadership of disciple Nan Ming, the five members of the Kunlun Sect were brought to a rather elegant courtyard. After the disciple opened the door for them, he turned and left without further disturbance.

When several people stepped into the yard, they were a little surprised immediately.

It is very rare for Nanming Temple to be on the bottom of the sea, and what is even more rare is that this small courtyard is quite ingenious and exquisite. Although there is only one entrance, there are several rooms on the left and right and a series of daily necessities, all of which are missing. Not good, the flowers and plants in the middle are sparse, the water is clear and shallow, and there is actually a small arch bridge with red railings on the water!

If it wasn't for the schools of fish swimming above their heads, and the illuminated objects were night pearls, they might have thought they were on land.

Ziqing swallowed her saliva, and said dryly: "I said senior brother, how many people have they killed with the help of swords these years, why are they so gorgeous?"

Yan Jingchen shrugged, "I don't know, but it seems that there are a lot of them."

"Do you think we can choose this place this time?"

"For Xiaowu, do you think it's possible?" Yan Jingchen raised his eyebrows.

Ziqing was seen by him as Alexander, and he said obediently: "I am proud to be a nanny, brother, you must understand me, please don't come to me when fighting, please leave the work of healing to me, okay?"

Yan Jingchen: "..."

Ziqing: "...Brother, I see that your face is dark and you hang yourself from the corners of your eyes. Could it be that you really want me to fight when you bring me here this time?"

"if not?"

"Brother, you can't do this! I, Ziqing Jianghu, are known as the 'Healing Sacred Hand'. If you are not sick, take a pill to relax muscles and activate blood circulation to increase your skills. A technical talent like me should stay behind to provide technical support for the team, so why don’t you go fight yourself?”

Ziqing was still arguing with Yan Jingchen, his mouth was flying up and down like a storyteller, so noisy that Tong Wu and the others walked away to visit the small courtyard, leaving only Ziqing to be repaired by Yan Jingchen on the spot, the senior brother in charge had no brothers Ai, picked up Ziqing's collar and threw him into the room next to him, and at the same time warned: "Shut your mouth and rub the pills, I don't want to hear your voice within three hours."

Zi Qing, who was thrown ass and sat on the ground, was dumbfounded, the senior brother in charge has become so easy to talk, he must be setting him up! ?

There is no way, Ziqing, who has been abused by his senior brother several times for his ignorance, said that the next moment his senior brother is easy to talk, there will always be things that make his life worse than death.

But this time, Ziqing made a wrong estimate. Yan Jingchen really wanted him to rub the pills well—it is inevitable that someone will be injured in the martial arts competition. If you don’t sell the holy medicine for healing at this time, where can you find such a good opportunity to make a fortune next time? ?

It has to be said that Yan Jingchen's essence at this moment is a businessman, followed by the head and senior brother.

Throwing aside the noisy purple chimes, Yan Jingchen looked back and saw that the garden was empty, so he knew that they had already found their own rooms to rest, and even though he knew the wing room was free, he still followed Tong Wu's breath to find it, abruptly. Squeeze into Tong Wu's room and unilaterally announce that she wants to live with him.

Tong Wu: "...I'm not used to sleeping with people."

"Just sleep and get used to it."

"Why don't you sit and I lie down?" Tong Wu said badly.

Unexpectedly, Yan Jingchen nodded and agreed without hesitation, "No problem, anyway, I won't be tired if I don't sleep, you sleep yours, I'll watch mine."

"..."

Yan Jingchen is a scoundrel, the appraisal has been completed.

The group of people rested separately, Tong Wu took out his mobile phone and looked at it, and found that it had been six or seven hours since they set off from the boat early in the morning, and it was already afternoon!He suddenly felt sleepy for a while, and wanted to wash up and go to bed to rest for a while, when the door to the outside yard was knocked politely.

Yan Jingchen and Tong Wu glanced at each other, with a tacit understanding: at this time, the Nanming Palace is busy entertaining guests, whether it is Nanming's disciples or guests, it must be a mess, who would be free at this time Come to visit the Kunlun School, what is even more rare is that the Kunlun School has just arrived, who among the guests is so well-informed?