At this time, on the platform on the mountainside, there were already as many as seven or eight hundred people, and there were still 6 people coming.

Most of these people are in their twenties, and some of the older ones are in their forties, both men and women.

Zhao Qingshan took Wang Changsheng and the three of them and walked towards a crowd.

Judging from their clothing, they are from two different forces.

There is a flame pattern on the clothes of the person on the side, which is the mark of the wind and fire gate, for a middle-aged fat man with a greasy face full of greasy luster, this person's waist fat is layered on top of each other, trembling slightly with the movements of the body, the cultivation is unfathomable, and he is a monk in the Yudan period.

The person on the other side was wearing a uniform blue robe, a middle-aged Taoist priest with a yellow wooden sword on his back, this person had ordinary facial features, a handful of goatee, and the aura fluctuations on his body were a few points stronger than that of the middle-aged fat man.

"Zhao Daoyou, why are there just a few of you, Han Daoyou, who came with you! Could it be that your Taiqing Palace will send three people to participate this time?" said the middle-aged fat man with a hint of curiosity on his face.

"Senior Brother Han has something to delay, come over later, by the way, Wang Daoyou, I heard that you have accepted a new disciple of the alien attribute Lei Linggen, I don't know who it is!" Zhao Qingshan explained, looking at the disciple behind the middle-aged fat man.

"Lei Zhen, come out to meet Senior Zhao of Taiqing Palace," the middle-aged fat man smiled and waved behind him.

A short and fat man with an ugly appearance walked out, bowed to Zhao Qingshan, and said, "I've seen Senior Zhao." ”

Wang Changsheng saw the short and fat man, his expression moved, if he remembered correctly, he had seen this person when he bought spiritual wine a few days ago, and the owner of the shop had invited Wang Changsheng to participate in the party, but because of this person, Wang Changsheng refused.

"Hey, it's already in the late stage of foundation building, it seems that your Fenghuo Sect attaches great importance to this disciple! Maybe in a hundred years, your Fenghuo Sect will have one more cultivator in the Dan Period," Zhao Qingshan looked the short and fat man up and down, and said meaningfully.

"We old guys don't know how much hardship they have endured in order to advance to the Dan stage, although Zhen'er is a thunder spirit root of different attributes, I can only say that this kid has a little more hope, by the way, Wang also heard that Zhao Daoyou has also accepted a new disciple, and it is said that it is still the first place in the ten-year competition of your Taiqing Palace, I don't know if I can also see it," the middle-aged fat man shook his head, his tone changed, and he said with a condensed expression.

"Changsheng, I've come to see Senior Wang and Senior Yu," Zhao Qingshan nodded and said.

"Junior Wang Changsheng, I have seen Senior Wang and Senior Yu," Wang Changsheng did not dare to slack off, and hurriedly walked out and saluted the two.

Seeing Wang Changsheng, a flash of surprise flashed in the short and fat man's eyes, he didn't expect that Wang Changsheng would be the first place in the Taiqing Palace competition, this was definitely a fierce rival.

Behind the middle-aged Taoist priest, a woman in her twenties saw Wang Changsheng, and a look of jealousy flashed in her eyes.

"Zhao Daoyou, a disciple, will be able to stand out in the big competition during the qi refining period and win the first place in the big competition, after building the foundation, I'm afraid it will be even more amazing!" The middle-aged Taoist priest stroked his beard and said with a smile.

"Changsheng He has built a foundation for a short time, where can he compare to the high feet of the two Daoist friends, Yu Daoyou, I heard that your sect Heavenly Oracles Mountain has received several good seedlings, and one of the disciples has a far divine sense from a monk of the same level, I don't know if you have brought this disciple here," Zhao Qingshan chuckled lightly and changed the topic.

"Senior Nephew Liu, come and see Senior Zhao," the middle-aged Taoist priest turned his head and said to a woman with delicate facial features with a pleasant face.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Qingshan was slightly stunned, and a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes.

The middle-aged fat man's expression did not change, and he seemed to know something.

"Junior Liu Feifei has seen Senior Zhao," the woman stepped forward, saluted Zhao Qingshan, and then retreated.

The middle-aged fat man's ears moved, and he said, "Okay, it's not too early, the other Daoists are waiting for us in the attic! Let's go! ”

Zhao Qingshan nodded, said a few words to Wang Changsheng and the others, and then walked towards the attic with the middle-aged fat man and the middle-aged Taoist priest.

As soon as the master left, everyone had nothing to do with each other, and they went their own way.

Wang Changsheng took this opportunity to carefully observe the others around him.

At this time, nearly 1,000 people have come to the platform, and at a glance, there are crowds of people, which is very lively.

The cultivation of these people is low, there is the Qi refining period, and the high one has the foundation building Great Perfection, and no one knows how many people will participate in the Treasure Hunting Conference, only when they sign up.

"When the time comes, all the Daoists who came to participate in the Treasure Hunting Conference have come to draw lots to sign up, and after counting the number of people, the Treasure Hunting Conference will officially begin," a neutral man's voice came from the towering stone platform behind the magic circle, and everyone on the platform heard it clearly.

As soon as the words fell, they immediately attracted the attention of the other monks, and they all stopped talking and moved closer to the towering stone platform, and Wang Changsheng also walked over.

At this time, there were still three children of the Huang family standing on the high platform, a middle-aged Confucian with a bookish face holding a palm-sized conch in his hand, and the remaining two, one holding a golden bowl with dozens of bamboo sticks in it, the other holding a red jade pen in his left hand and a white disc in his right hand.

Seeing the crowd approaching, the middle-aged Confucian nodded with satisfaction, and said: "Under Huang Yu, on behalf of the Huang family, you are welcome to come to participate in the treasure hunting conference held by our Huang family

Something of the same value, the winning side can get the loser's things, the people who participate in the gambling fight need to draw lots, unless they are born in the same sect or family, otherwise draw the same number, then immediately carry out the fight, the loser is eliminated, the winner enters the next round, and then draws lots again until there are ten people left, these ten people will be in round battles, and finally compete with the disciples of our Huang family's life and death hall according to the ranking, and defeat them to get the corresponding rewards. ”

"Declare in advance,There may be a danger to life when fighting the law,Fellow Daoists who participate in the treasure hunting conference need to sign a life and death certificate,Life and death have a life,Of course,If you automatically admit defeat when fighting the law,We will also come to the rescue,Whether you can save it depends on luck." ”

"Didn't you say that if you win five games in a row, you can enter the next round? It seems that Senior Brother Song's news is wrong!" Wang Changsheng's expression moved, and he thought secretly in his heart.

After listening to the words of the middle-aged Confucian scholar, someone immediately walked up to the stone platform, took out a bamboo stick from the golden bowl, glanced at it hurriedly, and put it away.

Wang Changsheng's heart moved, and he released his divine sense to probe the golden bowl, but he was blocked out of the bowl, so that which bamboo stick to draw was all up to luck.

Half an hour later, Wang Changsheng walked onto the stone platform, pulled out a bamboo stick from the golden bowl, he swept his eyes, and there was a "one" written on the end of the bamboo stick, he was actually the first to play.

After a while, the bamboo sticks in the golden bowl were drawn, and there were dozens of people in line, and the middle-aged Confucian immediately asked people to take out dozens of bamboo sticks and put them in the bowl.

Soon, the contestants were drawn with a bamboo stick.

"If there is anyone who wants to participate in the Treasure Hunting Conference, if there is, come and draw lots, if not, then the gambling fight will begin," the middle-aged Confucian looked over the onlookers, and asked in a deep voice, the conch in his hand flashed with bursts of white light, and everyone present could hear it clearly.

The middle-aged Confucian asked three times in a row, but no one came forward.

"Since no one has signed up by lot, the gambling battle has officially begun, please draw the bamboo lottery and enter the formation in order," the middle-aged Confucian opened his mouth and announced.

Hearing this, Wang Changsheng nodded, and with a flicker, he appeared in the formation.

At the same time, a young man in white with a bamboo pattern on his clothes walked out of the crowd and walked quickly into the formation.

A middle-aged man dressed in the Huang family's costume walked up to the two and withdrew when they used a red jade pen to write their names on white discs.

As soon as this person walked on his front foot, the Huang family monk activated the formation, and a huge white light shield covered the two of them inside, and the monk outside the light mask could clearly see the situation inside.

The young man in white is also in the middle stage of foundation building, but the mana fluctuation on his body is still a few points stronger than Wang Changsheng.

"Bitter Bamboo Cliff Bai Yulin," the young man in white introduced himself very politely.

"Wang Changsheng of Taiqing Palace," Wang Changsheng also reported his name.

The middle-aged Confucian nodded and said, "The competition begins." ”

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