Zhang Guangsheng was a disciple of the Shangqing Sect, like most of the other disciples in the sect. He was favored since he was a child and brought to practice in the sect.

In ten years, he has grown from an ignorant child to a young man. He also went from being a mortal to a monk.

This time, I was able to follow the uncle in the door to join in the excitement of the Immortal Ascension Conference and see the outside world.

His mood was very joyful.

However, the fly in the ointment is that you can't move freely until the end of the Ascension Conference. Although following Uncle Shi has a lot of knowledge, it is really boring.

Uncle Shi is probably bored too, right?

Seeing Steward Pan from the cliff gate coming, Zhang Guangsheng hurriedly stopped his thoughts.

"Brother Li, just now my subordinates reported an interesting story, which is very interesting. It is said that a demon monk has been mixed up in the Immortal Ascension Conference, and it is very likely that he has obtained a token of one of our sects and wants to fish in troubled waters. Pan Feng said.

Li Yongyuan raised his head slightly: "Demon Dao monk, interesting, I haven't seen anyone who wants to die so much." ”

"Brother Li, how about we make a bet? ”

Being idle is also idle, and betting on unknown things is something that monks rarely find interesting.

The gambling contract is not too big, and a thing with a few hundred spirit stones of fine iron is nothing to them. If you win the picture, you won't be too distressed if you lose.

"How to bet, you can't say that you can't bet on whether he will come or not, right?" Li Yongyuan also felt that making a bet could add some fun to the next day, and he was inclined to agree.

However, this bet has to be relatively fair, everyone wants to win, and they don't want to lose.

Pan Feng said with a smile: "It's very simple, I received information, this person is most likely coming." It's nothing more than fishing in troubled waters, wanting to enter which of our sects. Let's bet, which sect is he targeting, how?"

Get the information first, the hell knows how detailed your information is...... Li Yongyuan's drooping eyelids opened: "Brother Pan, this is simple, I will bet, this person's goal is your cliff gate." ”

Pan Feng pondered for a moment, and then guessed the other party's thoughts.

He immediately nodded and said, "It's really interesting, Brother Liu of the Moon Gate, bet it is from your Shangqing faction." In this case, then I have no choice but to choose the Moon Gate. ”

"That's good, if this person chooses another sect, it will be a draw. "Li Yongyuan didn't think that anyone would let go of the three major factions and would choose other sects.

Of course, if this person is not strong, it is another matter.

Zhang Guangsheng listened to the bet of the two seniors, and looked at his nose and nose without saying a word. He has seen a lot of such things and heard more about them.

This is the atmosphere in the world of cultivating immortals, and you can gamble on anything.

As small as how many hazelnuts a squirrel collects in a day, to the rise and fall of a gang and a city.

Qi cultivators can gamble on the life and death of mortals, and those who build a foundation for immortal cultivators can gamble on the future of qi cultivators.

It's commonplace, it's not a big deal.

After all, immortal cultivators have a strong strength, and they always have to have some fun besides cultivating. The joy of silk and bamboo, the dance of beauties, is always boring after a long time.

It is difficult for anyone to say for sure. Add a bet and you'll be able to get interested.

"Guangsheng, go and stare the monk who got the token to death. ”

"Yes, Uncle Shi. Zhang Guangsheng responded, used his wind control technique to jump off the high platform, and went to the square.

The bluestone brick square, an hour ago, was filled with all kinds of flying cars.

When the time came, I set off to pick up people.

At this time, the flying car is like a busy worker bee, constantly flying to the proving ground, picking up the monks who are willing to spend money to return, and then returning one after another.

The monks who get the token will also be picked up by a special non-car alone, becoming the envy of many monks.

When he came to the square, Zhang Guangsheng met two acquaintances, the disciples of the two predecessors of the Moon Worship Gate and the Cliff Gate.

"Brother boil, Brother Wang. ”

The three of them can only be regarded as acquaintances, and they have said hello and exchanged a few words. Brother Wang's platform at the cliff gate brought the topic to business.

"The two of you should have been ordered by your seniors to come here, and these two people around me are here to provide information. “

Zhang Guangsheng looked at the two beside him, a thin monk with a fair face, and a thick monk with a bronzed complexion.

Why are these two monks? He almost asked.

"Poor Dao Dao No. 3 Zhen, I've seen two. “

"The poor monk's name is square, and I have seen two. ”

Zhang Guangsheng was even more surprised, the coarse monk is no problem, the white and thin monk, why does he have to call himself a Taoist?

He pointed to Sanzhen's slick bald head, "This, forgive me for being lonely and unheard, when did the Taoist priest shave his head?"

"Hahaha. ”

The two of them naturally knew the reason, and couldn't help but laugh.

Sanzhen's face darkened, and it was not what he wanted to burn his bald head, and it was particularly infuriating to be ridiculed by being pointed out for his shortcomings.

But he didn't dare to offend these big sect disciples, he could only control his emotions, pretending not to care, and said plainly:

"In the battle between the poor Dao and the demon monk, the hair and beard were burned by it, so it became like this. ”

The two of them didn't laugh anymore, and everyone of the Demon Dao monks shouted and beat them, and it was the correct position of the Chu State Immortal Cultivation Realm.

It is despicable to ridicule the "heroes" of fighting with demonic monks.

Of course, a small casual cultivator who provides information cannot and does not deserve their apology, and he is already very conscious if he does not laugh at it.

After a long wait, groups of monks returned.

There is no clear distinction between the successful person who gets the token and the loser who gets nothing.

Every successful person is surrounded by monks who want to tie up. There are endless words of flattery and praise, and there are not a few people who want to make promises.

After all, if you enter the Immortal Cultivation Sect, you are an organized person with a backer.

And the best who can stand out from the many scattered cultivators, after getting the resources of the sect, there is a high probability that they will be able to build a successful foundation.

If the numerous Qi Refining Cultivators are the cornerstone of an organization, then the Foundation Building Cultivators are the backbone of an organization.

Everywhere you go, it's very popular.

You don't see the stewards of the various sects, they are all foundation building monks.

At this level, two hundred years of life, great strength and influence. In the Immortal Cultivation Sect, you have the power to control a certain aspect, you don't have to run for resources, and you can live a life of being a human being.

If you spread the branches and operate patiently for a hundred years, you can form a small family of cultivating immortals, and after two hundred years, you will become the ancestor of the family.

For the sake of the potential stocks that are about to go public and rise sharply, it is a matter of course to put down their faces to flatter, pat their ass, and kneel and lick.

The last special flying car fell, and Pan Feng, as one of the three major factions, came to the center of the square with a magic weapon, and his eyes swept over the chaotic crowd below.

"Silence!"