After Zhang Wu entered Sanqing City, Wang An was taken aback.

I saw that people came and went in the city, Jindan monks were all over the continent, and there was no shortage of Yuanying monks, like him, a monk in the middle of foundation building, it can only be said that the street is rotten.

On the street, the shouts of various vendors such as talismans, pills, and magic circles came and went, and the voices of people were full of excitement.

In Sanqing City, there is also a Medicine King shop, but the shop here is not comparable to Wusu Chen's small shop;

Zhang Wu, as a small foundation building monk, can have a recommended place, only because he has a grandfather who is a Yuanying monk and is also an alchemy master, but his cultivation talent is not good, and he doesn't like to fight, so he ran to Wusu City.

After he took Wang An to the medicine king's shop, he went directly to see an old man in a white robe, with a grim face and flashing eyes, about in his early seventies.

"Meet Uncle Ye, my little nephew has found a good seedling to participate in the Danwang competition this year, and I also ask Uncle Ye to register. Seeing Ye Huan, Zhang Wu directly took Wang An and bowed with a smile.

Ye Huan, the current shopkeeper of the Sanqing City Medicine King Store, the sixth-layer cultivation of Yuanying, the alchemy master, this year's competition is in charge of him, as for the judges, they are jointly recommended by all major schools, and only those who are at the level of alchemy masters and above can participate.

"Hey, the little guy of the Zhang family, why are you, is the person you are looking for reliable?" Ye Huan glanced at Wang An casually, and found that Wang An was just a minor monk with a fifth-layer foundation, and looked at Zhang Wu disapplauded.

"Senior Wang An to meet Senior Ye!" When the other party looked at him, Wang An only felt a burst of coldness, and it seemed that his whole body was unobstructed under the other party's divine sense.

"Haha, Uncle Shi, the person I'm looking for must be reliable, don't worry. Zhang Wu said confidently.

"Okay, whatever you want, for your grandfather's sake, I'll help you. Bring his identity token. Ye Huan seemed to be very familiar with Zhang Wu's grandfather, and there was no trace of Yuanying Monk in front of Zhang Wu.

.....

"Ouch, who am I? It turned out to be the eldest young master of the Zhang family. ”

When Zhang Wu and Wang An just walked out of the door, they were greeted by a tall middle-aged man who was about the same age as Zhang Wu, with a cold face, and who had cultivated in the early stage of Jindan.

There was also a monk in his early twenties behind this person, who was at the peak of foundation building, and when he saw Zhang Wu, he suddenly raised his eyebrows and laughed playfully.

"Hmph, Wu Biao, you Shaose. Zhang Wu seemed to be very reluctant to take care of the other party, and walked out without looking back.

"Hehe, this is the waste you brought? He also wants to participate in Dansai?" Wu Biao found that Zhang Wu didn't seem to want to deal with him, and then looked at Wang An behind him, and continued to laugh coldly on the side.

"Hmph, Wu Biao, you bastard, who are you talking about?" As soon as he heard Wu Biao say that Wang An was a waste, Zhang Wu suddenly stopped, turned to look at the other party, and his eyes were rolling with anger.

"Hehe, my heart is empty, do you remember the last time you gambled with me? You lost to me half a catty of extraterrestrial meteorite, and a 10,000-year-old purple jade shoot. ”

"Why don't we gamble again this time? This kid is the Danshi I recommended, just like last time, look at the Danshi you and I recommend, who has the best name." There seems to be some old grudge between Wu Biao and Zhang Wu, and at this moment Wu Biao showed a trace of smugness on his face, aggressive.

"Bastard, bet, bet, who's afraid of whom?" After listening to Wu Biao's words, Zhang Wu's face suddenly turned blue and angry, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

"Hahaha, worthy of being the eldest young master of the Zhang family, refreshed! This time we will bet on a 10,000-year-old lantern flower and the seven-star dragon slaying sword that my grandfather gave me. Wu Biao seemed to have premeditated, and with a flick of his fingers, there was suddenly a red and simple spirit sword in his hand, and there were seven star-like spots scattered on the sword body, arranged in a seven-star shape.

"Hehe, what should I do, bite people like a mad dog. It must have taken a fancy to my thousand-year-old fire dragon armor. Zhang Wu's eyes flashed, and he looked at Wu Biao with a mocking expression.

"Hahaha, Hugh has to be quick to speak, you cherish your thousand-year-old fire dragon armor, it will be mine after the competition. When Wu Biao heard Zhang Wu's words, a trace of resentment flashed in his eyes, and then he left with a smile.

"Zhang Daoyou, who is this? Do you have a grudge against him?" Wang An didn't say anything just now, and then he quietly asked Zhang Wu when he saw the other party leaving.

"Alas, this matter is a long story, let's talk about it as we go......" Hearing Wang An's words, Zhang Wu's face showed a complicated color, and he sighed heavily and said.

After Zhang Wu's explanation, Wang An finally sorted out the grievances between Zhang Wu and Wu Biao.

The grievances of these two people also involve the grievances of the Zhang and Wu families, both of whom are powerful veins in the Medicine King Valley, and both of them have God Transformation Ancestors.

Hundreds of years ago, in order to compete for the peak master of the main peak of the Medicine King Valley, the Zhang Wu family fought hard, and in the end, the Wu family was able to win by attracting people from other factions, so the current master of the main peak is the Wu family.

Zhang Wu is the eldest young master of the new generation of the Zhang family, but he is only an ordinary talent of the three spirit roots, and the young master of the Wu family, Wu Biao, is indeed a rare fire attribute Dan spirit root, and at the age of less than 100 years old, he is already a senior alchemist, a Jindan monk.

As a result, Zhang Wu was squeezed by Wu Biao everywhere in the door, if it weren't for the fact that he was a senior Dan master, and his grandfather was a Yuanying monk, this Wu Biao must have made a move on him.

"I really can't imagine that Zhang Daoyou still has this background. Wang An glanced at Zhang Wu, who had a sad face, and couldn't help laughing.

"Hehe, Wang Daoyou don't laugh at me, dare to ask this time about the bet with Wu Biao, how sure is Daoyou?" Zhang Wu smiled bitterly and couldn't help but ask Wang An.

"Hahaha, I don't dare to pack tickets for the competition, if the person Wu Biao brings is only a high-level alchemist, I will naturally not let Daoyou lose. Wang An smiled lightly.

When he knew that his cultivation was in Jinling Continent and he was only a monk at the lowest level, Wang An had already made up his mind to make a name for himself here, enter a big sect, and better improve himself.

Moreover, no one else could know the secret of the Eight Desolations Earthquake Tower in his body, and he had no worries here.

Here, he is a casual cultivator, and he is still an eight-line miscellaneous spirit root, and only by showing a strong alchemy talent can he strive for more benefits for himself.

"Haha, Daoyou is really hidden, and I can rest assured with your words. Finally got Wang An's exact answer, and Zhang Wu's uneasy heart finally relaxed.

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As the time for the Medicine King Selection Tournament got closer and closer, there were more and more people in Sanqing City.

In the past few days, in addition to shopping for some elixirs that were not available in Tianhuo Continent in Sanqing City, and buying some talismans, alchemy, and array materials, Wang An also specially purchased many classics about the history of Jinling Continent.

Through the crazy additions in the past few days, Wang An has basically become familiar with the basic situation of this world, and has more expectations for this world.

"Knock knock!"

Today, Wang An had just woken up from his cultivation when he suddenly heard a low, powerful drum sound that spread throughout Sanqing City. There is a mysterious power in this voice, which makes people's hearts surging and full of power.

"Wang Daoyou, come with me, the Medicine King Selection Contest has begun!" At this time, Zhang Wu's shout suddenly sounded outside the door.

"Haha, Daoist friends came in time, I'm ready. Wang An looked at Zhang Wu, who was excited, and said with a smile.

"Hahaha, can you not be in a hurry? Looking at Wang An's relaxed face, Zhang Wu was slightly stunned.

"Zhang Daoyou, when I heard this voice, my heart was surging, and I vaguely felt an impulse, dare to ask what magic weapon was the voice just now?" Wang An suddenly asked quietly.

"Oh, you're talking about bull drums. It is said that this thing is made of the skin of the ancient barbarian ox, and the high-level body repairs the drum, and the sound is thousands of miles away, which can boost morale; secondly, it is said that in the battle of the demons, this drum can deter low-level demon beasts. Zhang Wu seemed to know a lot about the bull drum, and told Wang An the details of it.

"I see! There are such treasures, which are really rare. Wang An nodded.

......

The inner city had been cleared before, and the Medicine King Contest was on a huge square covering an area of a hundred miles. This square is the arena of Sanqing City, magnificent and wide, with a rostrum on one side and a staircase stand on three sides.

The square was surrounded by all kinds of powerful people prohibited, and there were also teams of Jindan patrolling.

I saw that there was a huge rostrum in front of the square, and a large tiger skin chair was placed on it.

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Wang An's consciousness swept away, and more than 30,000 small areas were divided in the middle of the square, and a small anti-interference magic circle was arranged around each area.

Presumably this is the alchemy area, to Wang An's surprise, there is no leyline here, is it possible that everyone uses Samadhi True Fire to refine the pill?

In front of the rostrum, there was also a ten-mile-long white marble table, which was empty!

At this time, the square was full of people, crowded, and the surrounding stands were already crowded with dense monks, and there were still people coming outside one after another.

"Hey, Brother Jindan is also crowded in the stands?"

To Wang An's surprise, many Jindan monks were actually crowded in the crowd, and the most puzzling thing was that the high-ranking Jindan monks were still standing obediently watching the game without any temper.

"Whew!"

Suddenly, an eight-foot man in a brocade robe, in his early forties, with a leopard's head and ringed eyes, appeared on the rostrum.

The moment he appeared, an incomparably powerful aura instantly swept in all directions, and the mighty coercion rose to the sky.

This man is a monk at the peak of his infancy.