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The process of drawing lots is not complicated. The whole conference is divided into three groups, the Foundation Establishment Group, the Jindan Group, and the Nascent Soul Group. It is also related to the distribution of spirit stones next year.

The Taixuan Sword Sect’s secret land rental, spiritual mines, and disciples’ monthly submissions add up to about a million spiritual stones. However, although there are actually only 72 people in the 46 peaks of the Qingyuan Mountains, the spiritual stones are also It is far from enough to cultivate.

How to distribute the spirit stones is naturally based on how many powerful disciples each peak has produced. Whether they are powerful or not is determined by their ranking at the year-end meeting.

In this way, the powerful peaks will get more resources, and the road to practice will be smoother, while those lagging peaks will not be able to occupy a good ranking and have no training resources, and will become weaker and weaker until the peak master falls. After 50 years the peak will be delisted.

The world of comprehension does not care about human feelings, let alone sympathy and pity. Compared with the straightforward jungle law of monsters and beasts, the world of comprehension is much more restrained, but there is no way to change the law of the jungle.

Zhuang Qiu held a No. [-] lottery in his hand, and his mind was not on his own lottery number, but on Ji Qingning who was beside him.

When Ji Qingning was listening to someone talking, he looked at that person tenderly and intently.

Zhuang Qiu used to be treated like this, but he didn't dare to look at Ji Qingning. Every time he looked into his eyes filled with autumn water, his heartbeat would speed up, as if he was about to jump out.

Although Zhuang Qiu doesn't have this kind of treatment now, Ji Qingning still treats other people like that, patiently listening to the other party and making a proper expression, everyone who talks to him is very happy.

This is one of Ji Qingning's rituals.

Perhaps Zhuang Qiu's gaze was too hot, Ji Qingning suddenly looked at him, before Zhuang Qiu could turn his head, Ji Qingning caught him straight.

Zhuang Qiu slowly let go of his eyes, pretending that he was in a daze, then passed Ji Qingning, and looked at the lottery table.

There was a sudden exclamation from the crowd.

Zhuang Qiu's gaze happened to be on the cause of the exclamation.

Only then did he realize that there were some new faces around him, and they were female monks in brightly colored clothes.

Zhuang Qiu looked around, and saw a young man in a platinum gown on the lottery table.

The appearance of this young man still looks very young, but his facial features are sharp and angular, his phoenix eyes are raised, and his lips are slightly pursed, revealing a sense of inaccessibility to strangers.

His cultivation base...

It turned out to be Nascent Soul Consummation!

It seems that this person should be the holy son of the Huajian School. Zhuang Qiu looked it over carefully, but because of his similar cultivation base, his spiritual sense could not find anything, but was noticed by the other party. Shengzi cast his eyes on Zhuang Qiu from afar.

Zhuang Qiu looked at him calmly without arrogance or impetuosity, and smiled friendlyly.

Shengzi must have practiced some kind of ice-based kung fu, not only was the temperature of the surrounding air low, but he also had no expression on his face.

Facing Zhuang Qiu's overture, he nodded, but his expression didn't change at all.

This reminded Zhuang Qiu of the corpse in the ice cellar, and the two gave Zhuang Qiu the same feeling.

The lottery has been drawn one after another, and at about three quarters in the afternoon, a white scroll suddenly appeared in the sky.

The scroll was slowly opened under the urging of spiritual power, and the process of this battle was clearly written on the scroll with gold letters on a white background.

Zhuang Qiu of the Nascent Soul Group is No. 13. No. 64 will first play against No. 32. The winner will enter the top [-], and then they will fight two by two, and the winner will enter the top [-].

Exactly 120 eight people participated in the Nascent Soul Stage competition. The victors had a total of seven rings, and the No.1 could be won by winning all seven games.

This time the spectacle is probably Zhuang Qiu and the saint son of Huajian School.

As soon as the ranking of the lottery was announced, Fairy Qinghong appeared.

"Everyone, if you want to buy a lottery, buy a lottery, the odds for each disciple are here, you can place your bets now."

Fairy Qinghong organizes such a meeting every year. It was a serious conference, but it is more or less nondescript when she organizes it like this.

For those contestants, this is a battle to determine future resources, an opportunity for them to soar into the sky, and for Qinghong, it is the opening day of the casino.

Xiao Yi also said to Qinghong a few times that she felt that her status as a manor was a bit of a drop in price, but Qinghong didn't listen, she just liked the bustle in the market, and there were no books on cultivation in her room, all of them were in various folk dialects Books, albums, look through carefully, maybe you can find the romantic affairs between Elder Shenyin and his three concubine disciples.

"Master, why is my odds [-] to [-], and Huajian sect's son pays [-], does master think that I can't compare with the Huajian sect's son?"

"Zhuang Qiu, you are here, come and help the uncle to keep an account, there are too many people betting and the uncle will be too busy."

Zhuang Qiu: ...

You are really convincing.

"Uncle Master, you can make a lot of Lingshi once you open a market." Zhuang Qiu's little head frantically calculated how much Qinghong could earn, and planned to invest in shares to earn a fortune from it. Who would think that he had too many Lingshi.

"How can it be?" Qinghong smiled impeccably, "I did this purely for the sake of better cultivation for my disciples, and I lost more than half a year's income on the peak once I opened a stock market."

Zhuang Qiu: Hehe.

The elders of the Taixuan Sword Sect are all iron cocks. They have never seen anyone hand over the spirit stones to their disciples. They always try to trick the spirit stones from people from other peaks.

With a job that makes money, it's too late for Qinghong to be greedy, so naturally it's impossible to distribute it to others, but Zhuang Qiu will definitely not help her for nothing.

"Uncle, how did I hear that you seem to have a magic weapon that can—"

Qinghong rushed over and covered Zhuang Qiu's mouth, then pulled him aside.

"Ziqiu, what you're doing is dishonest. To cut off my money is to kill my parents."

"Isn't uncle the orphan picked up by the head uncle? He Lai's parents."

Qinghong looked at Zhuang Qiu meaningfully.

"Tell me how much you want."

Zhuang Qiu compared five.

"Impossible, I only give you this." Qinghong stretched out two fingers.

"Uncle Master is not sincere anymore, anyway, I have to go on stage, and I have done a lot of hard work."

Qinghong took a painful look at Zhuang Qiu, gritted his teeth and said, "Thirty percent, if you dare to ask for more, be careful with your head."

Zhuang Qiu cupped his hands and said with a smile, "Thank you, Uncle."

The two of them were talking, when suddenly a voice came over.

"Can I place a bet too?" said the Holy Son of Huajian School who spoke.

But when these words came out of his mouth, it was extremely unfriendly. He looked like a cold and lonely person who didn't touch the spring water with his fingers, and didn't fight with everyone.

Now he stood in front of Qinghong's casino and took out a bag of bulging spirit stones.