Most of the monks were still thinking about the next link, and they were disturbed by this scene, and their thoughts were immediately interrupted. Especially a few who were hit by blood, their expressions were extremely wonderful for a while.

These people are all Qi cultivators, where do they usually have any chance to see the face of Jin Dan's existence, let alone a chance or something, now the clothes on their bodies are stained with Jin Dan's blood, first a Meng, and then not only not annoyed, but extremely excited.

Those who have stained clothes should quickly take off their blood-stained coats and put them in storage bags. Those who have been stained with skin and hair are busy wiping them with their hands and collecting them in porcelain vases.

This is the blood of a Jindan cultivator, no matter how ordinary Jindan is, blood is also very precious, and no one will be fine to let blood for others.

If the blood of the golden pill is used to cultivate several kinds of cultivation in the Qi cultivation period, the Sanyang Pill, the Six Petal Pills, the Condensing Pills, and the Little Void Fire Pills can all improve the grade of the pills to a great extent.

The pills taken by cultivators in the Qi cultivation period are generally first-order middle and lower grades or first-order middle grades, and the success rate of first-order upper grades is less than one percent in the alchemy masters.

Among the more than 300 bottles of pills that Liu San'er had collected on the four cultivators in Mingluo City before, a small part of them could be taken by mortals, and most of the rest were first-order lower grades, less than twenty first-order middle grades, and none of the first-order upper grades, which showed the scarcity of high-quality pills. However, if the alchemist adds the blood of a high-level existence at the critical moment before the furnace of alchemy, then the quality improvement is six or seven times out of ten, and there will even be a situation nine times out of ten.

The monks on the side were envious, and said in their hearts that these people really hit the luck, so they can make a fortune, and the blood of the Jindan monks is at least worth nearly a thousand spirit stones.

The white-haired old man lifted the young man in Taoist clothes up on the seat, and his hand touched slightly, and he immediately felt that it was not good.

The young man in Taoist costume was completely distracted, and the mana around his body flowed out uncontrollably, and he was about to fall back from the early stage of Jindan realm back to the late stage of foundation building!

The old man was also in a hurry, put the young man in front of him, put his hands on his back, and began to use his mana to stabilize the other party's realm.

"Why, so can't withstand setbacks!" the nun smiled faintly, her contempt undisguised.

When the old man heard this, his eyes were full of anger, but he couldn't refute it.

This is exactly the effect that the nun wants, and said with a smile: "Xiong Fu female, this should be regarded as your loss, or do you ask Gao Ming again?"

"I'll find someone again, you don't have to be so arrogant!" said the white-haired old man angrily.

"Hehe..."The nun immediately said: "I'm waiting! There is a five-element side in every word in the upper couplet of the smoke lock pond willow, which is fire, gold, water, civil engineering, I just thought about it for a long time, and I can't do it, whether you are yourself or find someone, as long as it is right, my teacher Zhaoxue will be vulgar from now on, let you dispose of it!"

"You!" the old man froze for a moment. Fortunately, the situation of the young man in Dao costume has improved, he has just checked it, and the realm should be temporarily preserved. At this time, he was also a little calm, knowing that what the nun had just said was true, and it would be difficult for him to come out for a while. But the hundreds of monks in the field, although most of them are low-level cultivators, but it is not good to say that there will be some blind cats who will run into dead rats, and for today's plan, they can only use dead horses as live horse doctors, and they think that there will be brave men under the heavy reward, and their own prices must not be too low, so they said loudly: "Let you colleagues see the jokes, the old man will not be guaranteed in the evening! If anyone can match the pair just now, please match it for the old man, and the old man is willing to give a piece of third-order middle grade to show his gratitude!"

Wow!

The box on the second floor was okay, the hall on the first floor suddenly exploded, and almost all the people sitting there were Qi cultivators, and there were hundreds and thousands of spirit stones in the storage bags, and even those who had third-order spirit stones like Liu San'er were no longer few, but they took out a piece of third-order mid-grade thanks, less than one of a hundred.

A piece of third-order mid-grade is equivalent to more than 10,000 pieces of first-order mid-grade, and the Jindan cultivator really made a big move!

With such a reward, the monks in the audience immediately became lively. Some meditated alone, and some discussed together in three or two, in a vain attempt to use collective wisdom to make the next couplet, and then divide the spirit stone equally.

There are even those who carry a dictionary (dictionary) with them, flipping them quickly.

For a while, the scene was chaotic and a little out of control.

The nun let this go with disdain, as if everything was under control.

Jin Dan in the town didn't care, and Pei Xin, who was the deputy class leader, naturally wouldn't have much to do. Besides, although the accident just now came suddenly, the current effect is excellent, and it can't be said to be another good story in the cultivation realm. If you go back and use some spirit stones to let Hu Ling write it into the book, wouldn't the reputation of Xiangquan Wine be greater, and you will have hope of being rewarded by the sect and even promoted.

When the upper link first came out, Liu San'er, like most people, also thought about it for a while, and also thought about a few of the lower links in the past that he consciously said, and wanted to show off to Confucianism first. But before he could do it, the popular character among the authors of the Chronicle of Meteorology actually vomited blood and fainted.

Needless to say, this person is definitely not fainting from hunger, not from practicing and dizzy, and should not have been plotted, let alone committing suicide!

Then, it can only be dizzy!

Next, Liu San'er heard the cleverness of the upper link from the conversation between the old man and the nun, and then recalled the lower link that he was thinking about, and couldn't help but be ashamed. Fortunately, I didn't tell Confucius, otherwise I wouldn't have laughed off my big teeth! I thought of the previous "rain eyes looking down on the wind and dust" I was not neat, and I immediately looked up to Confucius.

At this time, Confucius was playing with the bronze mirror in his hand, looking leisurely. Seeing Liu San'er's eyes, he laughed quietly and said, "Fellow Daoist, I just predicted that this competition would end soon, right?"

"It's really!" Liu San'er had to admit.

"The first round is nine out of ten, I don't know if you want to go through the second round of spirit stones?"

"Well..."

"Well, I'll let you see my strength later, and know what it means to have a goldfinger protagonist aura!"

"What?" Liu San'er only understood the first half of the sentence.

Confucius stopped answering, and continued to play with the bronze mirror, as if waiting for something.

"Two pieces of third-order middle grade!Do you have any Taoist friends who have come up with it?" Seeing that no one got up to deal with it after a while, the white-haired old man was angry and hateful, and raised the price.

"Three pieces of third-order medium grade!"

"Five pieces, five pieces of third-order middle grade!What did the fellow Daoists think of?"

"Hmm... This price is about the same, it's time to make a move!" At this time, Confucian Sheng whispered, suddenly stood up from his seat, and bowed his hand to the white-haired old man sideways: "Xiaosheng is not talented, just now I had a flash of inspiration in my mind, and I got a link that I think is okay!"

"Listen, if it's really right, the spirit stone that the old man just promised is a piece of you that is indispensable!" The white-haired old man was overjoyed when he heard this, and turned his head to look at Confucius carefully. Although this person doesn't look good, but he has written a lot, he naturally knows what it means to be a blockbuster, maybe he really let himself meet the last one today!

Confucianism, who was neither humble nor arrogant, bowed to the female nun on the stage again, did enough courtesy, and then shook his head and said: "Dengzhen Jiangyan Song!"

When the monks heard this, they immediately tasted it, and there was a dead silence in the field for a while.

Then, I saw that the nun was shocked, and she was stunned on the spot, just now the big words of "at the disposal of the old man" have come out, and now it is difficult to recover, and she is hateful and a little expectant in her heart, and she is ashamed for a moment, and she turned around and fled back to the back of the platform.

Behind the red light veil, Hu Ling, who only left a back, was shocked even more, and he almost couldn't sit still on several cases.

The white-haired old man first groaned, and then his face showed joy, and he couldn't wait to look up to the sky and laugh three times. Thinking back to the words that Nun had just put down, I didn't feel that my heart was beating faster, and my wish for many years was about to be fulfilled.

Liu San'er didn't have a deep understanding of pairs, but when he heard Confucianism's next sentence, he felt wonderful. Not only him, but within a few moments, many people in the audience turned their heads to look, and he once again made a human background.

On the second floor, the curtain of the box close to the platform suddenly opened, a maid in front, and a beautiful boy shaking a feather fan walked out behind, practicing qi eight-layer cultivation, his eyes fell on Confucian Sheng with a slight wander, the corner of his mouth showed a slight smile, nodded, and returned to the box.

Many people have noticed this move, and Liu San'er is naturally no exception. But he was really not interested in the almost admiring gaze projected by one man on another, and even tingled all over, and unconsciously pursed his lips.

"That's a man dressed as a woman!" said Confucius without bowing his head, and in a low voice. He seemed to have eyes on his chin and saw the changes in Liu San'er's face.

"Female?" Liu San'er was skeptical, because when he saw the beautiful boy just now, he didn't think about it at all, so he didn't see if the other party had an Adam's apple. But thinking back to the other party's somewhat bulging chest, and then looking at his own, maybe he was really guessed correctly by Confucianism. He began to envy Confucianism a little, it's good to have literary talent!

At this time, Liu San'er finally paid attention to the second round of help proposed by Confucius.

Confucian Sheng smiled and said, "Fellow Daoists, such a wonderful link, Xiao Sheng has already come out, why is there no applause?"

"Applause?"

"Applause..."

"Applause..."

Most of the monks turned their heads to look at the Confucian scholars, with puzzled expressions on their faces, as if they were asking, what is the applause?

Smack!

Smack!

Confucian students clapped their palms together, and while demonstrating, they whispered to Liu San'er: "Learn from me quickly!"

"Ahh

Smack!

Smack!

Smack!

......

With Confucianism himself taking the lead, and Liu San'er cooperating on the side, and the monks really admired Xialian, the audience suddenly applauded.

The applause lasted nearly ten breaths before it subsided.

"Lonely and cold windows are empty and widowed!" At this time, Hu Ling behind the light veil came out again.

"Handsome and beautiful woman with Lingding!" Confucius didn't think about it, and opened his mouth to make a couplet.

When the monks reacted, they all felt another absolute, and sighed.

Hu Ling was still unwilling, and said: "The eight kings of Qinse and Pipa, the king is on top."

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Confucian said: "The four little ghosts, the ghosts are on the side!"

Without waiting for Hu Ling to speak again, Confucian Sheng preemptively said: "Wait a minute, how can there be a reason that you keep asking questions and others keep answering questions?"

Behind the light veil, Hu Ling was silent. But she knew that Confucianism was not good, and she was ready to wait and see what happened. It's just a couplet, how can there be something she can't come out of?

"If you don't speak, I'll take you as a default!" Confucian Sheng didn't plan to give Hu Ling time to turn around, but when he saw that the other party didn't answer immediately, he said Shanglian: "My sister is not as good as my sister!"

At first glance, this link looks ordinary, but when you think about it, it is a lot of words, exquisite, not as simple as it seems, and even more difficult than the "smoke lock pond willow".

The monks in the audience fell into deep thought.

The white-haired old man's expression changed even more, and this uplink was actually comparable to Hu Ling's uplink. If he had met more than 20 years ago, the name of his female sect leader would have been submerged to the point that no one knew about it. He knew it when he fell in love, and he unconsciously glanced at Confucius a few more times.

"Huh?" Behind the stage, there was a female nun's question, and after a while, she sighed and said, "It's really the waves behind the river pushing the waves ahead... Whatever... I'll be waiting for you at the old place!"

After finishing speaking, he saw a pink light shoot out from behind the platform and disappear at the door of the hall in an instant.

The old man was overjoyed when he heard this, what spirit stone promises, and what cultivated talents for the younger generations were all left behind, and with a wave of his big sleeves, he rolled up the young man in Taoist costume, and he also turned into a black light and chased out.

Many people did not expect such a result, especially Confucianism. The five third-order mid-grade spirit stones that Ben had come to his hand were gone, and his heart was dripping blood. Can he go and ask the old man Jindan for it?

Of course it can, but regardless of the consequences, can a cultivator in the Qi cultivation period catch up with the existence of the Jiedan?

There is no Jin Dan in charge, but the wine tasting meeting of the Xiangquan class is still going on. Not only did it not get messy, but the atmosphere relaxed a lot.

Everyone knows that making trouble on Changchun Street will not be beneficial, and there will be big trouble. What are you here for?

No!

Poetry is only a means, wine and women are the end!

Behind the light veil, Hu Ling still did not respond.

"This Taoist friend's Shanglian is really good, you can be directly shortlisted for the third round, please go to the back tearoom to rest first!" "Knowing that Hu Lingzhen was stumped, the deputy class leader Pei Xin hurriedly came out to play a round, tonight's wine tasting must not ruin the name of the Xiangquan class for some reason, but also ruin his future, it is not terrible to have Xiao Zhao Jushi in charge, there are a few admirers of themselves on the second floor, they are not afraid of chaos, they will not come out, and said: "But anyone who is a Taoist friend who is out of the next link can also be directly shortlisted for the third round!"

Confucius nodded slightly to show that he knew, but he was not in a hurry to leave, but just returned the projected gaze with a smile.

At this time, Liu San'er suddenly felt a movement on his back, and a finger quickly wrote on his back: If you want to go down and go directly to the third round, you only need five hundred and one order middle grade, and if you agree, kick me with your foot.

This writing speed is too fast, and Liu San'er will be out of reach even if he has practiced for another ten or twenty years. To outsiders, it looked like Confucius was patting him on the back, but in fact, in this very short period of time, Confucius had already written a lot of words.

Liu San'er was slightly stunned, and then looked at Confucius. But seeing that Confucius didn't look at him, he was still smiling and making eye contact with the monks in the hall on the first floor. At the same time, he found that the sixth-layer middle-aged dwarf on the left side of Confucius was looking at Confucius in disbelief, thinking of the scene on his back just now, and immediately knew that Confucius was going to bet on both sides, and he made a fortune before leaving.

With competition comes pressure, and I wanted to bargain. But at this moment, he had to give up, and without waiting for the middle-aged dwarf to make a decision, Liu San had already kicked Confucius three or five times in a row.

Confucian then quickly wrote the following couplet on Liu San'er's back.

Time waits for no one, just when Liu San'er was still hesitating how to stand up and shock the audience, Yu Guang swept to see that the middle-aged dwarf also kicked Confucian, and then didn't care about anything else, got up and said: "It's better to play duck and duck than to eat duck and duck!"

Liu San'er's voice was very loud, and it was a bit shocking.

But what's even more shocking is that this next link is really amazing.

For a while, countless eyes came one after another.

Confucian smiled without saying a word, and then took the lead in clapping.

Smack!

Then.

Smack!

Smack!

......

With the applause of the group cultivators, Hu Ling's back was shocked again, it is difficult to see the big hair tonight, but don't have a match, it will be a big deal in the third round, so he coughed slightly and reminded the deputy head Pei Xin to save the scene.

Pei Xin was already anxious, and he had long wanted to divert the attention of the monks, and after getting the hint, he didn't wait for the boring clapping sound to completely fall, and he had already raised his voice with all his strength, and said to Confucian Sheng and Liu San'er: "The two Taoist friends are amazing, they can be called brilliant characters, I don't know if Pei Xin has the fate to know each other?"

The reason why Confucian did not leave was, on the one hand, to make up for the losses caused to him by the white-haired old man, knocking on the left and right bamboo poles, and on the other hand, he was waiting to report to his home and make plans for the future. He had already prepared, and while bowing his hands to the surroundings again, he said, "Xiaosheng Du is omniscient, from the Omniscient Heavenly Palace!"

Du Quanzhi!

The All-Knowing Heavenly Palace?

Neither of these two names was familiar to the monks present, or even unfamiliar. If you haven't heard of a person's name, it's still reasonable, but it's weird if you haven't heard the name of the sect.

The eyes of the monks showed confusion and incomprehension for a while.

The maid in the beautiful boy's box on the second floor poked her head out, glanced at Confucius, and then shrank back.

Liu San'er enjoyed the attention of the audience, and her heart was very comfortable. He found the recklessness sitting on the side of the seventh row, and he was even more shocked by the recklessness, and the pain in the flesh of the five hundred and first order middle grade was greatly reduced. He didn't even hear Confucian's self-introduction clearly, and when Pei Xin's eyes came, he thought about starting to organize language, but it was obvious that he was not good at this, and he was excited in his heart, and he spoke incoherently: "That, my surname is Liu ...... My name is Liu ......"

"Liu Genshuo, his name is Liu Genshuo, the root of deep roots and leafy leaves, the huge Shuo! He is the same disciple of Xiaosheng, and he is from the All-Knowing Heavenly Palace!" Confucian Sheng didn't know what was crazy, so he actually cut off Liu San'er's speech, and made up a name for him indiscriminately.

Suddenly, Liu San'er was stunned, but his back was quickly patted by Confucianism, and when he thought that this name was really good, he could buy a couplet from the 51st order, so he generously admitted: "Under Liu Genshuo, the roots are deep and leafy, and the huge Shuo!

But as soon as he finished speaking, Liu San'er felt that there was something wrong with this white name.