readx;? For a monk who wants to become famous and establish a great talent, the upcoming World Martial Arts Conference is undoubtedly a godsend. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

As the time for the World Martial Arts Conference to be held is coming day by day, there are many more foreign monks in the nearest capital than in the past.

Most of these foreign monks were martial immortals.

And among the hundred monks, there will be a martial saint, and as for the peerless powerhouse, it is even less, not everyone who wants to see it.

The reason why so many monks come to the capital is that in addition to watching the excitement, some people also come to participate in the competition.

You must know that in addition to selecting the world's recognized number one master in the world, this martial arts conference is also divided into four levels of competition, namely martial god level, martial immortal level, martial saint level, and peerless powerhouse level.

Of course, the rules are dead, and people are alive.

If anyone's cultivation is only a martial god, but they have to go to participate in a peerless powerhouse-level competition, then no one will object.

And for many monks, even if they are ordinary peerless powerhouses, the purpose of participating in this World Martial Arts Conference is very simple, that is, to strive for a good performance, the more good they perform, the more resources they will get.

It is said that not only the Holy Palace, but even the Imperial Court has also joined the supply of resources, because if you want to talk about the master, the Imperial Court is, and the Holy Palace, at most, is an overseas force with a halo on its head.

How much resources the imperial court and the holy palace plan to give to reward those who have good grades in the competition, so far, it is still unknown.

However, the monks valued strength more than the wealth that seemed to have everything with money.

The so-called strength has everything!

And if you want to have strong strength, it is nothing more than exercises, pills, treasures, and so on.

......

On a street in the capital, people come and go, it can be said that there are a sea of people, even if it is a martial saint-level monk, there are dozens of them.

Somewhere on the street, the place was open and full of people.

One of them said with a river of mouth, but it was a big man who claimed to be a person from the Holy Palace.

Many people hold a small notebook in their hands and write it down stroke by stroke, for fear that they will write slowly and will not be able to keep up with the speed of the speaker.

However, there are some people who do not have to be crowded in the crowd, as long as they can afford to pay for it, they can enter the nearby restaurant, look down the window, and hear what they need.

Fang Xiaowu was one of these people.

Of course, he is not alone, but three people, except for him, the other two are Yuan Xiaoxiao and Wan Qiaoqiao.

Fang Xiaowu has learned some illusions in the past two days, and relying on his own cultivation to be profound, he has also found some doorways.

He transformed himself into an ordinary-looking, twenty-four-five-year-old man in Tsing Yi.

And the people who can recognize his illusions, except for those who are higher in cultivation than him, are only those who are proficient in illusions.

Although Yuan Xiaoxiao and Wan Qiaoqiao are both dressed as women, their appearance, because of some changes, looks much worse than in the past, and they can't be said to be ugly, but they can only dare to say that they are not ugly.

While listening, Fang Xiaowu secretly wrote down what the people on the street said, and from time to time he drank two sips of wine and ate a few pieces of meat, which was also very comfortable.

Suddenly, Fang Xiaowu heard the name of a spirit grass, called "Four-color Lingzhi".

He couldn't help but be taken aback: "It seems that the Holy Palace is really going to bleed heavily this time, and even this spirit grass will be taken out as a reward." ”

Listening all the way, Fang Xiaowu became more and more surprised, and even began to wonder if he had heard it wrong.

In so many resources, there will be an Innate Divine Pill!

Of course, there are very few Innate Divine Pills, and there are only three in total.

Moreover, those who have the ability to obtain the Innate Divine Pill, in addition to achieving the best results in the World Martial Arts Conference, I am afraid that they will also become disciples of the Holy Palace at that time.

And being able to become a disciple of the Holy Palace is something that many monks dream of.

Therefore, for many monks, they would rather not have any rewards, as long as they can become disciples of the Holy Palace, it can be regarded as a great profit.

However, no matter how open the Holy Palace is, it is impossible to choose disciples indiscriminately.

To be selected by the Holy Palace, even if it is just a martial god, is a stroke of luck.

And if you are not selected by the Holy Palace, no matter how great your ability is, it is also the destiny of heaven, and no matter how much you force it, it will not work.

Next, there is the exercise.

Fang Xiaowu originally thought that no matter how generous the Holy Palace was, it would be impossible to take out a heaven-level exercise as a reward, but there were always exceptions to everything, or he underestimated the spirit of the Holy Palace, the highest martial arts that the Holy Palace used as a reward this time was actually as high as a heaven-level middle grade, and it was not one, but as many as ten.

Fang Xiaowu originally thought that those who could obtain the heaven-level mid-grade exercises would eventually become disciples of the Holy Palace, but the people of the Holy Palace said that if the results reached the standard, even if they didn't want to be disciples of the Holy Palace, they could still get a record of the exercises.

In fact, the reason why Fang Xiaowu was surprised was because he had long ago the idea of not wanting to become a disciple of the Holy Palace.

If others heard it, they would have different ideas: they would rather not have a heaven-level mid-grade exercise, but also squeeze their heads to become a disciple of the Holy Palace.

"Young Master. ”

Yuan Xiaoxiao saw that Fang Xiaowu's face was changing back and forth, which was very funny, so he joked: "You listen so intrigued, do you also want a piece of the pie?"

Fang Xiaowu smiled and said, "What I really care about is not the exercises, but the spirit grass. ”

Yuan Xiaoxiao was surprised: "Young Master, please forgive the little courage, although the spirit grass is precious, but in the reward of the Holy Palace this time, there are many elixir elixirs, if you can get the elixir elixir, wouldn't it be more useful than taking the spirit grass?"

Fang Xiaowu smiled mysteriously and said: "For me, any elixir elixir is not as important as the elixir, you must know that no matter how advanced the elixir elixir is, it is always refined by others, and the spirit grass, as long as it is used properly, it can be transformed into an elixir elixir that others did not expect." ”

Yuan Xiaoxiao didn't know that Fang Xiaowu knew how to refine pills, and he was surprised and surprised when he heard it, but he didn't dare to ask deeply.

At this time, a person suddenly came up from the restaurant, Fang Xiaowu didn't care, but at a glance out of the corner of his eye, he saw this person clearly, and couldn't help but be stunned.

I saw that after the man came up, he looked around, and finally walked over to Fang Xiaowu.

Fang Xiaowu said in his heart: "Isn't this guy already seeing who I am......?"

"Brother, can you sit here?" the man walked across from Fang Xiaowu and pointed to his chair.

"This ......"

"If it doesn't work, go somewhere else. ”

"Okay, brother, please take a seat. ”

Seeing this, Yuan Xiaoxiao and Wan Qiaoqiao were extremely surprised.

With their eyesight, they had already seen that this person's cultivation was not high, not even a martial god.

It stands to reason that Fang Xiaowu doesn't need to be polite to such a person, why does Fang Xiaowu have a feeling that he doesn't want to provoke him?

After the man sat down, the guy at the restaurant thought he was Fang Xiaowu's friend, so he didn't dare to slack off, so he hurriedly went to get a pair of dishes and chopsticks.

"Brother, can I eat and drink?" the man asked again.

Fang Xiaowu nodded and said, "Yes." ”

So, the man picked up his chopsticks, ate a few pieces of food, and then drank two more glasses of wine, his face suddenly turned red, and he exclaimed, "Good wine!"