After reaching the Flying Immortal Peak, Mo Tong finally understood why Yumen would strictly control the number of people who participated in the Immortal Hunting Conference.

Because before the Immortal Hunting Conference, Yumen will take out a large number of rare elixirs, such as three-yuan fragrant fruits. With such a big spend, it is estimated that only Yumen has such strength in the entire Rain Continent. The rare elixirs that are usually priceless outside have all become mass goods on Feixian Peak, and they can be enjoyed casually on it, provided that they cannot be carried away.

And what everyone is looking forward to the most is the cup of fairy night, even those true spirits seem to be a little impatient, and when they divide it, they immediately pour it into their mouths.

Like Qingzong's side, everyone seemed more cautious, and they were not as eager as those cultivators who had participated in the last Immortal Seeking Conference.

"What is this green thing made of? Shouldn't it be poisonous?" Mei Xiangxiang looked at the cup of fairy spirit in front of her and didn't make a move, and the others were the same, everything was on par with Mo Tong.

"If you are afraid of poison, then let it be given to others! I believe that many people here will be happy to see you transfer the fairy night to them! Hmph! I really don't know what the people below are doing, how can people like you come up, don't you know that the resources in the Immortal Hunting Conference are very limited?" Mei Xiangxiang's voice just fell, and the Yumen disciples who passed by all the way snorted very arrogantly.

"It's a hillbilly, I don't even know about the fairy night!"

"This is understandable, after all, everyone is participating in the immortal search conference for the first time. ”

"It's true, why is the control of this year's Immortal Seeking Conference so loose, how can someone as weak as Qingzong be put in?

Originally, many spiritual cultivators were extremely dissatisfied with the sudden appearance of eighteen 'unqualified' members on Qingzong's side, but now that Mei Xiangxiang and others still dislike this, they dislike it, and they immediately attract ridicule from many people.

"Then if you are interested in this fairy night, you might as well come and take it away! Mo Tong looked at the cup of jade fairy night, a strange smile appeared on his face, and said to those cultivators who showed envy.

"Haha...... Then thank you Qingzong's friends!Ah, cool! This cup of fairy night can almost equal the effect of my ten years of penance, if I have another cup, maybe I can break through the bottleneck. This little brother, I wonder if I can let me drink another cup of fairy night?" A middle-aged man of a one-star true spirit next to him sat next to Mo Tong, it can be said that he was close to the water and got the moon first, hearing Mo Tong say this, he immediately picked up the cup of fairy night that belonged to Mo Tong and drank it, and looked at the remaining seventeen cups of fairy night with unfinished eyes.

"Of course it's no problem! Drink whatever you want! As I said, we can't make up for it, and it's a waste to drink it, so it's better to give it to those in need." Please!" Motong said generously.

"Ah, Qingzong's friend, I want a cup too!"

"Divide me too!"

For a while, dozens of spirit cultivators rushed over, all of them came for the fairy night, and even those spirit cultivators who had laughed at Qingzong were cheeky and ran over.

And after Qingzong removed the middle-aged true spirit person and drank two cups, now there are only sixteen cups of fairy spirit night left, and there are dozens of spirit cultivators who ask for fairy spirit night, and there are really more monks and less porridge. Fortunately, at the Immortal Hunting Conference, everyone abided by the rules very much, otherwise this would have to fight for the sake of the sixteen cups of fairy night.

In the end, She Mengyao and Gong Yue had a way to let those cultivators who were interested in the fairy night bid, and whoever could afford the higher price would own the fairy spirit liquid.

The people of Qingzong and Mei Xiangxiang were very convinced of Mo Tong, and they firmly believed that Mo Tong said that there was a reason not to drink this fairy night. And the few cultivators who joined in halfway also looked up to Mo Tong very much. However, the fairy night knew at a glance that it was a good thing, otherwise there would be so many strong people to compete for, but they quickly diluted those unhappiness for the large number of spirit stones or the best purple spirit weapons in their hands.

Most of the people in the immortal hunting conference are from one overlord and have a wealthy fortune. And now he is blushing for a small cup of fairy night, and he is raising the price frantically. This can make She Mengyao and Gong Yue's two daughters happy, and if they knew this, they wouldn't let the long-term uncle drink two cups for nothing, which was a big loss.

After a fierce competition, the wealthy Star Earth Sect and the Cloud Fire Sect each slapped five cups, and the remaining six cups fell on the six scattered cultivators respectively, and those who failed to photograph the cultivators returned to their seats with regret.

Except for the laughter on Qingzong's side, the happiest person was the middle-aged spiritual cultivator who drank two cups for nothing, laughing there so much that he couldn't see his teeth.

And the disciples of the Yumen, who were even more depressed than those cultivators who failed to auction the fairy night, saw that these people from Qingzong took their Yumen things to auction, and they also sold them at a sky-high price, how to feel awkward about it. Although these things don't seem to care about Yumen, they are still Yumen's things after all!

"Fellow Daoists, Lang Qing has made everyone wait for a long time!"

At this moment, a clear voice sounded, and a figure stepped in from the other end of the Flying Immortal Peak.

"He's here!"

"The master of the Langqing Sect that I have seen!"

Everyone stood up to greet each other, and all their attention was on the flying figure.

Mo Tong's eyes also glowed with a fine light at this time, and he looked seriously at the legendary Rain Gate Master, Lang Qing.

Eight-Star Emperor Spirit!

Mo Tong used the Ancient Snooping Technique, and when he saw Lang Qing's true cultivation, although he had been prepared, he couldn't help but be shocked. This person should be the strongest cultivator in the Rain Continent, and it would be quite stressful to fight him with his current cultivation.

When Mo Tong probed Lang Qing, Lang Qing also looked in the direction of Mo Tong at this time, and there was a trace of shock in his eyes. When Mo Tong cast the Ancient Snooping Technique on him, he actually felt as if he was being seen through, as if he could see through all the secrets in his heart. This feeling had never been felt since he had been promoted to Emperor Spirit.

"You are Qingzong's ink pupil? Very good, Qingzong hasn't had a talent like you for many years. Back then, our Yumen was able to recruit Mo Tong, which was really a big loss for our Yumen! I wonder if you are still interested in coming to my Yumen now? Except for me, the master of the sect, any seat is up to you!" Lang Qing stopped directly in front of Mo Tong, looked at Mo Tong for a long time, and then sighed faintly.

The appearance of an emperor spirit with such strength as Mo Tong at the Immortal Seeking Conference, Lang Qing had already known it from Bai Mei. In order to figure out the bottom of the ink pupil, it is not difficult to check the bottom of the ink pupil with the strength of the rain gate. However, the result shocked Lang Qing and the others, if it weren't for Mo Tong standing alive in their rain gate, it is estimated that no one would believe that Mo Tong was actually just an earth spirit three years ago, and he also participated in the last Yumen Xuan Ling Exchange Conference held in Iceland, the first place of the year.

What's ridiculous is that no one took a fancy to such a demonic genius back then, just because he was Bai Linggen, he gave up on him, and chose Mo Tong's fellow disciple Wang Xiaolu, who had a congenital sword fetus. In fact, if Lang Qing was present at the time, he would have dealt with it like this. Because the facts have also proved that Wang Xiaolu's potential is indeed very great, and in just three years, he has now been promoted to a five-star heavenly spirit person. In the rain gate with many talents, the potential is also ranked in the top three.

But compared to Mo Tong, those geniuses of Yumen seem to be waste, and even Lang Qing himself dares to be jealous of the speed at which Mo Tong's cultivation is improved. Three years, it's only been three years, and it's only been three years that he has actually jumped from a small one-star earth spirit to a three-star emperor spirit, this speed is really terrifying.