The cultivation of immortality by mortals begins with the abandoned children of the river

In the hard waiting of the crowd, in the expectant eyes of countless cultivators.

Finally, hundreds of young participants began to slowly enter the center of the venue.

Millions of onlookers were excited, and cheered and cheered one after another, making the ears of many cultivators present buzz.

"Qiu Wujian will win!"

"Wei Dongfang is the best!"

"Qian Fenglin!"

From a rough feeling, most of the people who support Qiu Wujian are cultivators who pursue the way of alchemy, and those who cheer for Wei Dongfang are naturally the refiners who love to refine. In addition, Qian Fenglin, as the strongest and most famous refiner in the local area, also received support from many people.

Looking at the numerous cultivators covering the sky and the endless sea of ​​people in front of them, and listening to their deafening cheers, hundreds of young people from various states of Dajin were unwilling to accept the defeat. They were eager to show their skills under the watchful eyes of millions of cultivators and Huang Defa, and to pull Qiu Wujian and Wei Dongfang off the altar.

The three people with the loudest voices behaved very differently.

Qiu Wujian was a woman with ordinary appearance and bright eyes. Her expression was calm and indifferent. She turned a blind eye to all the arms waving enthusiastically at her, and turned a deaf ear to all the cheers and screams for her. She was only concerned with checking the spiritual herbs that had been placed on the refining table, and was very focused.

Wei Dongfang was a burly man with shiny dark skin and unshaven beard. He wore a linen shirt, exposing two muscular arms, and walked towards the forging table where he was. He smiled and waved to his supporters while walking, and showed off his arm muscles to several beautiful and graceful women.

His followers understood and immediately threw several communication talismans to these women, which attracted screams and scrambles.

Qian Fenglin, the pride and hope of Burning Heaven Sect, was silent. He walked to his forging table and began to sit cross-legged in meditation. He seemed to be unaffected by the outside world and showed a strong concentration.

Among the hundreds of people, Yu Minghong and Zhan Nianchuan were inconspicuous.

They dispersed with the crowd and came to the No. 72 platform in the alchemy area on the left side of the square.

At this time, there was a brand new earth fire mouth on the platform, and dozens of spiritual herbs and medicines were placed, which looked very high quality.

As Yu Minghong's follower, he naturally took care of such trivial matters as checking the quality of spiritual medicines.

So Zhan Nianchuan pretended to look at each spiritual medicine carefully and put it back to its original place.

It must be said that the requirements of the assessment are quite high. It seems that the first step is to refine the third-level advanced cultivation pill, the Locking Pill, and there is only one chance to refine it. If you are not familiar with the refining of this kind of pill, even if all the people here are first-class alchemists, it is estimated that many people will be eliminated.

Zhan Nianchuan thought in his heart and cast his eyes on the refining area on the right side of the square.

At this time, all the casting tables on the opposite side were busy. At a rough glance, there should be more than 150 people participating in the competition. Unlike the alchemy area, there are many more people with assistants on the opposite side. It is probably because it takes more time and mana to refine the spirit ore and needs to carve runes.

In the alchemy area, there are only a dozen people like Yu Minghong with followers.

Although Zhan Nianchuan didn't know everyone, he heard the cheers and encouragements of the onlookers, and naturally understood who was the biggest favorite of this Soul Seizing Meeting.

Looking at Qiu Wujian and Wei Dongfang, Zhan Nianchuan was also a little headache, and felt that it would be a bit troublesome to get the first place.

These two are really strong.

There is no false reputation under a great reputation.

Qiu Wujian knew at a glance that her alchemy skills must be very strong, because she was extremely serious about this preliminary competition and pursued perfection. Such people are not bad at anything.

As for Wei Dongfang, regardless of his attainments in refining weapons, just looking at his knotty muscles and heavy footsteps, you can tell that his physique is extremely strong and his strength is amazing. He has a considerable advantage in forging and hammering runes into magic weapons.

At this moment, he felt a pair of eyes staring at him tightly, cold and murderous, with undisguised murderous intent.

Looking back indifferently, as expected, on the opposite side of the No. 14 platform, the Holy Son of Yunding Palace, Ge Jianxiong, was looking at him coldly.

Look, look, if you have the ability, you can do it, I will definitely make you regret why you came to this world. Zhan Nianchuan calmly looked away.

"Brother Li, this guy seems to be very hostile to you." Yu Minghong said in a low voice.

"Well, this guy is the son of the Yunding Palace." Zhan Nianchuan smiled faintly.

"Is it him?" Yu Minghong was startled, and then reacted, "Just because you bought him a piece of soul-soothing stone?"

"Yes, there are people with such a small mind, funny, isn't it?" Zhan Nianchuan laughed and briefly recounted what happened at the stall in the square yesterday.

Yu Minghong listened more and more happily, and couldn't help laughing, "This guy is really stupid, not only gave a piece of bone for nothing, but also lost the face of Yunding Palace in front of so many people. If I were him, I would be embarrassed to show up here again today."

Not far away, Ge Jianxiong watched the two people glance at him from time to time, and then laughed. He knew that they must be talking about him, and it was definitely not a good thing, and he couldn't help but ignite his anger.

Coincidentally, he heard many people in the crowd laughing and talking about the humiliation he suffered in front of hundreds of thousands of people yesterday, and he was so angry that he trembled all over.

In his perception, many saints and saints from other states looked at him with smiles and mockery in their eyes.

It is not difficult to imagine that in less than a day, his embarrassing story will spread throughout Yanzhou and even beyond.

If he doesn't regain his position in public, how can he, the holy son of Jizhou's super sect Yunding Palace, have the dignity to continue sitting down? Someone will poke him in the spine and make him laugh so hard that he can't lift his head.

When he thought of this, his blood rushed straight to Tianling Gai, and his breathing became heavy.

Taking one step forward, he shouted loudly: "Opposite No. 72, do you dare to take a gamble?"

Yu Minghong was stunned.

The monks all watching became excited.

The hundreds of saints, saints, saints and strong men among the surrounding cultivators looked at the furious Ge Jianxiong in astonishment.

Dozens of Danhai Realm powerhouses who had arrived at the rear watched this scene with great interest.

"Brother Li, do you think I should gamble or not?" Yu Minghong looked at Zhan Nianchuan hesitantly.

"Bet, if he wants to die, why don't we let him die? Unless your Taiqing Palace is afraid of his Yunding Palace." Zhan Nianchuan lowered his head and made a respectful gesture, and said quickly.

With Zhan Nianchuan's words, Yu Minghong suddenly became bolder.

He glanced at Ge Jianxiong coldly and smiled casually, "Okay, just bet. What do you want to bet?"

"Bet on the soul stone at yesterday's auction! And," a cold smile appeared on Ge Jianxiong's face, pointing at Zhan Nianchuan, who looked indifferent, and spoke word by word: "And this one of your men The life of a servant!"

The whole place was in an uproar.

This kind of bet must be a life-or-death feud.

It is hard to imagine that the majestic Holy Son of the Jizhou super sect Yunding Palace would have any life-or-death conflict with a servant of the Chuzhou super sect Taiqing Palace Holy Son.

Amidst the boiling noise and the spittle of the busybody, the news about the auction house and what happened yesterday quickly spread throughout the square.

Yu Minghong's face turned cold, and his murderous intent came out unabashedly.

Li Hong is my savior and my friend and brother. I will take the life of anyone who dares to take his life!

His words resounded throughout the audience, "Very good, as long as you dare to bet your life, I, Yu Minghong, dare to take the bet!"

"Arrest me?" Ge Jianxiong sneered disdainfully, "Does his fate match that of my dignified Holy Son? I have more servants."

However, before he could call his men to come on stage, Yu Minghong's roar shook the whole square, "I am also a dignified Saint of Taiqing Palace. My life and that of Li... Xiao Lizi are both at stake. As long as you have the ability to win, both of us will win." Take all your lives!"

The whole place fell silent for a moment.