After another three months, a layer of black light appeared on the original black armor, and the grade improved a lot.

After that, Luo Yan rested for another day, and then took out the Vientiane Stone, which had been fused with the four genera (xìng), and continued to fuse with the bones.

This time it took him five months.

Now, the Qiankun Liuyun Sword, Qi Lei Black Armor, and Vientiane Stone have all become his natal magic weapons.

During the refining process, his refining skills were also greatly improved unconsciously.

The moment he walked out of the refining room, a brand-new cyan outer (tào) appeared in front of him, and when he saw the beautiful shadow behind (shēn), he gratefully put it on (shēn) directly.

However, Bi Zhentian and Qinghe, who were standing next to them, saw the stitches on their clothes, and they all laughed out loud.

Luo Yan said unconcernedly: "(tǐng) 合 (shēn), it's very comfortable to wear." ”

Bi Xuan heard the laughter of Bi Zhentian and Qinghe, and said angrily: "No, take it off, I'll repair it again." "Go up and take it off.

Chen Zhong, who was in charge of the guards, and all the armor soldiers hurriedly turned around (shēn).

Queen Qinghe hurriedly walked over, took her clothes and said, "Let's go, I'll go with you to repair it." Then he pulled Bixuan away.

Bi Zhentian took Luo Yan to Qinghe's palace and began to talk about the dragon and tiger list after January.

After his introduction, Luo Yan knew that this Dragon and Tiger List Conference was originally composed of the Tiger List of the Transformation Period and the Dragon List of the Refining Period.

Both lists are held once every hundred years in the capital of Kaiwu Kingdom, and all the monks who sign up for the competition must first pass the selection tests in various places, and only the monks of the Transformation Stage and the Refining Period who have been promoted can participate in the ultimate competition held in the capital.

Luo Yan and Mao Ming did not participate in the qualification selection, and it stands to reason that they cannot participate in the final competition, but Bi Zhentian made a special favor for this, and the Shuangping King in charge of the conference naturally couldn't refuse, so he was temporarily added.

After Bi Zhentian's explanation, Luo Yan learned the complete process.

"Your Majesty, in the final competition, as long as I get the fifth place on the Tiger List, I can challenge the people on the Dragon List, right?"

"That's the rule, but why don't you go for a better place?"

"Those who can be on the tiger list are all leaders in the enlightened country, if it weren't for the rules, I would like to lean back!

Besides, as an outsider, my high ranking will attract unnecessary jealousy, as long as I can obtain the qualification to challenge Mao Ming, I have nothing else to ask for. Luo Yan Wu (yù) replied without asking.

Bi Zhentian smiled: "Not arrogant or impatient, the quality is commendable, since you want to participate in the tiger list, it will be inconvenient for you to live in the palace, it is better to go to Juying Pavilion to live temporarily, and by the way, let Chen Zhong accompany you to familiarize yourself with the competition venue, he is my guard, and he is very reliable." ”

"Then there is Lao Chen. ”

Outside, they discussed the details of the competition, and Bi Xuan and Queen Qinghe flew needles and threads in the curtain tent, re-sewing the robes.

Bi Xuan heard Bi

Zhentian asked Luo Yan to live in Juying Pavilion, and intentionally came out to stop it, but was stopped by Queen Qinghe, and she persuaded softly:

"You haven't married yet, you stick to him every day, how bad it is for people to see, just listen to your father's arrangement these days, so as not to let people say that the princess doesn't know etiquette. ”

After leaving the palace, Luo Yan went to Juying Pavilion under the guidance of Chen Zhong, and then accompanied by him, he visited several places for competition.

Chen Zhong is a monk in the late stage of refining the void, and he is very strict in his work, usually does not speak, and only reminds him where he needs attention.

After a few days, Luo Yan had already kept all this in his heart, and after returning to Juying Pavilion, he closed the door, laid out a few (jìn) systems, and began to cultivate again.

It wasn't until the day before Dabi that he came out, asked Chen Zhongming (rì) about the time of departure, and then went back to his room.

Bi Xuan came to visit several times, but was persuaded by Queen Qinghe.

In the early morning of the second (rì), Chen Zhong took Luo Yan to the selection site of the monks of the Transformation Period, and gathered in front of the valley with thousands of people.

I only heard the Shuangping King, who presided over this competition, say: "Fellow Daoists, as soon as you hear the bell, everyone will start to march towards the valley, and the first hundred monks to arrive at the Holy Light Pavilion will participate in the next Tiger Ranking Battle.

As a reminder, the valley (jìn) stops flying, and any monk who tries to fly will be directly disqualified. ”

Luo Yan looked at the crowd gathered next to (shēn), most of them were late-stage cultivators, one by one, waiting for the bell to ring.

In a short time, a loud bell rang out, and the monks rushed into the valley like a tide.

However, as soon as everyone crossed the small bridge in front of the valley, their speed slowed down, and some of their (shēn) bodies were even pushed backwards by the strong coercion.

Luo Yan followed the rest of the crowd and slowly moved forward, and after walking a hundred zhang, a fog appeared around him, and his field of vision was less than three feet, and the speed of many monks slowed down again, moving forward at a turtle speed.

Luo Yan used his Heavenly Clear Eyes to see the surrounding scene clearly, and after deliberately suppressing his speed, he followed the (shēn) of more than a dozen late-stage cultivators.

After another hour of travel, the fog gradually dissipated, and the surrounding area became a turbulent flow of space, and a strong wind blew on (shēn) like a knife.

The monks who rushed into it released their protective light film to defend against it, and moved forward more cautiously.

Halfway through, the sound of ghosts crying wolves suddenly sounded in everyone's ears, accompanied by a sharp percussion sound, each of which hit the intruder's spirit.

The golden wall of light in Luo Yan's soul lake flashed and flickered, resisting impact after impact, this sudden sound was a bit like the Divine Soul Thorn he used, but the power was only equivalent to the strength he used in the Yuan Infant Stage.

This naturally did not bother him too much, and as he walked steadily, he suddenly noticed the shape of an old man in white quickly passing past him (shēn) and thrust forward.

Luo Yan walked a few steps closely, followed by his (shēn), and watched

After inspecting for a while, he judged that he was a late-stage cultivator who was not weak, and he should have deliberately hidden his strength before, but now that he was halfway through, he began to exert his strength.

After walking two-thirds of the way through the valley, a rolling red river appeared in front of him, and the scorching magma flowed in it, and the white-robed old man jumped down without hesitation and crossed it horizontally.

As soon as Luo Yan was about to jump, he saw a flash of red light, and a woman in red jumped down first, stepping on the magma like a wave on water.

The moment he entered the magma, he felt a scorching sound coming from the mud (shēn), like a fire in the fire.

He hurriedly urged the Nine Dragons Thunder Shield to resist in the outermost layer, and the protective light film was close to the surface of the body, so as to relieve the dryness (rè) on the (shēn).

After crossing the river and walking for a while, you can see the pavilion where the Holy Light Fountain is located in the distance.

At this time, there is no road ahead, and the entire ground seems to be covered by the lake, and stepping on it (dàng) opens a circle of ripples, as if stepping into the (shēn) holy light spring.

His first feeling was that he had entered an illusion, and he used his clear eyes again.

When I watched it again, the original spring water had turned into a green area, and the ripples had long since disappeared.

At this time, a middle-aged man in a gray robe passed by his (shēn) and walked towards the pavilion on the green grass.

Immediately following the gray-robed middle-aged (shēn) was a yellow-haired old man, and he was not slow to move forward.

And the white-robed old man and the red-clothed woman just now are about to ascend the pavilion at this moment.

Luo Yan unhurriedly followed behind the two Avatar Late Stage Cultivators (shēn), walking slowly step by step, showing a very difficult appearance.

Soon, several more people passed past him (shēn), and the numbers in the Holy Light Pavilion continued to light up.

When Luo Yan came to the pavilion with a seemingly difficult time, a number of sixty lit up above his head, which meant that he was the sixtieth Divine Transformation Stage monk who came to the Holy Light Pavilion.

After coming to the pavilion, he, like everyone else, found an open space and breathed.

After waiting for a while, with the arrival of the hundredth monks, a yellow light rose in the valley, and the original lake, magma, and mist all disappeared, and the monks who did not come to the spring were also sent to the mouth of the valley by the yellow light.

The voice of King Shuangping also sounded again in the air at this time:

"The assessment is over, and those who have not won the ranking should come back in a hundred years. Monks who have already obtained the ranking are invited to come to the school to participate in the next round of ranking competition. ”

After a few simple words, everything was calm again.

Bi Xuan and Queen Qinghe stood in the clouds in the distance, watching everything that happened in the valley.

Bi Xuan said: "It seems that the old man in the white robe and the woman in red will bring trouble to Mubei next. ”

Qinghe shook his head and said: "That's not necessarily, I think that gray-robed middle-aged and yellow-haired old man may meet Mubei in the next competition." ”

"Why?" asked Bi Xuan, puzzled.

"You'll find out soon. Queen Qinghe smiled mysteriously.