Chen Fusheng was thoughtful.

Even if you are a cultivator, you must have some friends who are on the same path. However, if it is not necessary, most of the cultivators choose to do penance in the mountains, although they have a long life, it is much worse than the communication of mortals.

Obviously, this conference was made by various sects to facilitate the exchange of disciples under their sects, so that it could last for so long.

It is conceivable that all those who are qualified to participate in it must be a group of true disciples with the brightest future in the sect, and in another one or two hundred years, they will be the leaders of each sect, and it is not a bad thing to give them a platform for communication in advance, and the sect can even take this opportunity to further investigate the spiritual future of the disciples, which can be said to be counted in one fell swoop.

"Of course, since there is a fighting word, there is a ranking of them, after a few rounds of fighting, the thirty-six people who won in the end are recognized as the world's talents who meet once in twenty years, if they don't fall halfway, they can basically cultivate to the level of the ninth layer of Qi cultivation, and their reputation is resounding in the world's cultivation world. ”

Su Zhengfeng glanced at Chen Fusheng, who was already obviously interested, and continued: "In addition to these false names, there are also substantial benefits. Each major sect will give some good things as a reward for this, and the floating tea that you Senior Brother Qingzhu mentioned before is one of the most precious, which is not without benefit for future cultivation. ”

"Even floating tea?"

Chen Fusheng was really surprised at this moment, originally in his guess, at most, it was just a few rare magic weapons, elixirs or spells, which he didn't need much, but he didn't expect that there were such precious things.

"That's natural, which of the thirty-six people who can go to the end is not an extraordinary son of heaven in terms of exercises, comprehension, and even chance, and which one doesn't have a few treasures at the bottom of the box, if it weren't for this kind of spiritual thing, how could they be eye-catching. But because their cultivation is limited to Dancheng, this floating tea is what they need the most, so although this floating tea is not as precious as the other rewards, it has always been the most fierce competition, Senior Brother Chen, if you want to drink such a cup of floating tea, you still need to work hard!"

Su Zhengfeng saw Chen Fusheng's face and understood his thoughts, but this can also be said to be human nature, which is no exception, and he inspired Chen Fusheng instead.

"Dancheng is a product, floating tea!"

Chen Fusheng thought in his heart, and his right hand had unconsciously touched the green bamboo sword on his waist, and his body naturally generated a sense of pride.

"No matter how precious foreign things are, how can they compare to the growth of this line!"

Chen Fusheng had already made up his mind in his heart to participate in the next sword fighting conference.

As a result, there really wasn't much time left for him.

Thinking of this, Chen Fusheng didn't stay here for long, bowed to Su Zhengfeng, and turned around.

Originally, he was still curious about what this Dancheng Pass was, but since Su Zhengfeng personally said that it would take a long time, he didn't have much interest.

In contrast, it is better to go back and accumulate more mana to prepare for the sword fighting conference in five years, and accumulate mana one day earlier.

When Chen Fusheng returned to the library, he was pleased to find that under the moonlight, the library had once again returned to its deserted appearance, and the lively scene before he left was no longer there.

At that time, there would be so many people, some of them wanted to come and join in the fun, to see him, the true legend of the Northern Darkness who guarded the library, and some of them were some outer disciples who didn't have serious masters in other places and wanted to try their luck here to see if they could be guided by him.

And Chen Fusheng didn't stay long in this collection, so he went to help Qingzhu refine Huangya Dan.

This time it was more than half a month, and these two groups of people lost much interest when they saw that Chen Fusheng didn't come, and they scattered in twos and threes.

In this way, it made Chen Fusheng feel a lot quieter.

After thinking about it, Chen Fusheng went straight to the third floor this time, and there were still a lot of people on the first floor, as for the inner disciples who didn't want to go up, since they hadn't come to see him a few days ago, they obviously didn't want to communicate with him more, and he didn't want to meet these people.

For this reason, this empty third floor is naturally the best choice.

What's more, he had already realized that there were not many useful things in the bottom layer of the collection, and in comparison, he had to choose the upper layers.

Chen Fusheng had the heart to calm down and practice, but he first spent more than half a month refining medicinal materials, and then he first experienced the opening of the Northern Underworld and the formation of the Yellow Bud Dancheng, and Su Zhengfeng instructed him on the matters of the sword fighting conference, how could his mood calm down.

That being the case, Chen Fusheng simply pushed open the window, held his head in his hands, and lay on the floor in front of the window.

In July, the Nine Heavens Sword Sect is located in the northern land, and it is close to the Heishui River. At this time, it was already a little chilly.

But as soon as the wind entered the library building and was blocked by this prohibition, it turned into a gentle breeze, light but not cold, and indescribably useful.

Accompanied by the breeze and bright moon, it is better than countless people in the world.

Chen Fusheng put his left hand on the palm of his head, and his right hand quietly stretched out and tapped slowly on the floor.

Originally, he opened the Northern Stygian Sea, and his cultivation speed was a thousand miles a day, but he didn't care much about the growth of mana, and he had a lot of ideas.

But I don't know if Su Zhengfeng saw this, and with some intentional or unintentional guidance, Chen Fusheng put the plan on thickening and cultivating here, and the original plan was overturned again.

As for the alchemy manual given by Qingzhu, it was directly shelved and sealed by him.

After all, although this handbook is a rare Dan Dao secret book, it is only harmful to Chen Fusheng at present, and there is no benefit.

"The most important thing is the earthly evil yin vein. ”

Chen Fusheng nodded and secretly calculated.

He will be able to accumulate enough mana in a year at most, and then he will go out to condense and refine.

Refining Gang is to collect Qiantiangang Qi in the upper atmosphere, and only look at the mental method of refining Gang.

There are thirty-six Tiangang in the world, and the Nine Heavens Sword Sect has nearly half of them, so Chen Fusheng doesn't need to worry.

On the contrary, at this level, there are only three or four earthly evil yin veins that can guarantee that he will become a first-class person, but these are all things that the rest of the Nine Heavens Sword Sect does not need or pay attention to.

The simplest thing is that he released the treasure hunting mouse, traveled all over the mountains and rivers, and found a geo-evil yin vein that no one had collected.

However, this method is the most labor-intensive, if you are lucky, you may be able to find it in a few months, and if you are unlucky, you may have to spend more than ten years on it.

Or ask from the Northern Netherworld Dao people where he was condensed back then, but the water system has strong mana, and the evil qi consumed is also quite a lot, and Chen Fusheng is not sure whether there is enough evil qi for him to use in cultivation.