Flutter!!

"Two Taoist friends stay! This is the place where Shengyun Gate is stationed! If you pass by, please also ask Taoist friends to detour!"

Two blue figures suddenly blocked in front of Bai Yitong and Jia Ying.

"May I ask Zhenqingfeng Daoist, can you be here?"

Bai Yitong was stopped, and his mind suddenly fluttered.

"I don't know you, what's the matter with Senior Brother Zhen?"

......

After some questioning and verification, Bai Yitong was finally taken to the camp of the Luo Kingdom Protector Immortal Master by two disciples of the Shengyun Sect. It's just that the A-shaped camp at this time is very different. The camp tent of the Protector Immortal Master was all protected by the formation at this moment. Even the soldiers guarding the camp were all replaced by monks.

"Is the war already so tense?"

Bai Yitong looked at the formation in front of him, and secretly thought in his heart.

"Bai Daoyou, you come back...... I haven't seen you for half a year, and your Daoist cultivation has actually risen several levels in a row!

Zhen Qingfeng walked out of the tent with a smile, and just wanted to be polite with Bai Yitong, but suddenly found that the other party's cultivation was already the sixth layer of Gathering Spirits. In comparison, Bai Yitong rose from the third layer of the spirit gathering to the sixth layer of the spirit gathering within half a year. He prefers to believe that the other party hid his cultivation half a year ago, and it has only recently been revealed. Despite the thoughts in his heart, he still praised them.

Bai Yitong smiled and was polite to the other party, and then asked about the current situation of Blood Xiaomo. Zhen Qingfeng listened to his inquiry, but his face suddenly changed. Subsequently, he shirked and did not know. He frowned slightly, and stopped asking.

"I don't know what happened to Xiao Mo? Looking at that Zhenqingfeng's face, I'm afraid that there is something hidden in it. ”

In the camp of the Protector Immortal, Bai Yitong whispered to himself.

It's been three days since I came to the camp in Luoguo, and there is still no news of Blood Xiaomo. In the past three days, Bai Yitong has asked many people, but nothing has come of it. From this, he concluded that something must have happened to Blood Xiaomo. Moreover, this matter must be related to the Shengyun Gate. At the very least, it is inseparable from Zhenqingfeng.

In the main tent of the Luo Kingdom Protector Immortal Master, Zhen Qingfeng was standing aside with his hands down. Sitting above him was a middle-aged monk in a black robe. "Did you get that batch of black bee venom?"

The middle-aged monk's voice was majestic, but it was also a little gloomy.

"Uncle Hui. Five days ago, the disciple captured the little monk and took him to Baibu Post to complete the transaction. was told by the poisonous senior that he was not the person he was looking for. Later, the poisonous senior arrested the little monk and searched for the soul, but only gave half of the disciple the magic poison. ”

Seeing the middle-aged man asking, Zhen Qingfeng hurriedly took out a dark black poison sac.

"Hmph! He said that half is half?! We sent the early stage monk who used the Heavenly Fire Sword to the Heavenly Fire Sword according to his request. He said, 'It's not the person you're looking for,' and he gave half less?!"

The middle-aged monk suddenly snorted coldly and smashed the table in front of him.

"Uncle Shi, I don't know how to use this magic poison. ”

Zhen Qingfeng snorted and handed the poison sac back to the middle-aged monk.

"Hmm?...... I'll wait for me to refine this and then give it to you to use. ...... Hmph, I don't know what the poisonous Taoist priest is doing with a young monk in the early stage of gathering spirits......"

......

Bai Yitong closed his eyes and meditated, silently counting the harvest of the past half a year in his heart. Before that, he had been in a state of exhaustion and had no time to sort it out with Ben. At this time, when he returned to the base camp of the monks in Luoshui City, he settled down and went through his situation from beginning to end.

On this day, Bai Yitong had just withdrawn from cultivation when he heard a sound of footsteps outside the tent. Then, however, he stopped behind his tent.

"Is Bai Daoyou here, I'm Xiuyang. ”

In order to show integrity, the Ascension Cloud Gate stipulates that the Protector Immortal Master camp does not allow the appearance of divine consciousness detection. As a disciple of the Ascension Cloud Sect, Xiu Yang will not exceed the regulations.

"Fellow monks, I don't know, what are you looking for me?"

At this time, Bai Yitong is no longer comparable to half a year ago. When he saw that the person who came was a cultivator of the fifth layer of Gathering Spirits, there was no fluctuation in his heart.

"That's right. An hour ago, Gao Ding sent a war post, asking our army to start the war in two days. Senior Brother Zhen wants to hold a trade fair before the war, so I specially invited Bai Daoyou to go to the deputy camp tent to participate in it tonight. ”

Xiu threatened to smile and groan, and did not mention the matter of Bai Yitong's cultivation. Come to think of it, I was told by Zhen Qingfeng.

Bai Yitong nodded and agreed. Somehow, he suddenly thought of the maid Yueyao. A little woman who was ridiculed by the whole camp for love. At the beginning, this little woman also asked him for help.

Sending Xiu Yang away, Bai Yitong thought for a while, and then took out two thousand low-grade spirit stones and a low-grade middle-grade wood-based flying sword. Then, a separate storage bag was placed for the purpose of preparing for the transaction. The wooden flying sword was obtained by him from Fang Yucheng. The spirit stone, on the other hand, is obtained from the evil cultivation storage bag. During his trip to the evil cultivation site, he got a lot of goods. Among them, there are nearly 100,000 spirit stones under the light. There are also dozens of medium-grade spirit stones and three high-grade spirit stones. Although he had such a fortune in his body, Bai Yitong did not dare to spend it blatantly. After all, he only gathered the sixth level of spirit cultivation.

The time has come. Bai Yitong sat cross-legged for a while, estimating that the other monks had gone to the auxiliary camp tent before he set off and walked towards the place of the fair. He didn't deliberately exaggerate himself in this way. Instead, he wasn't used to going to the occasion where he was seen as a monkey early.

"Bai Daoyou is here, please come in! Senior Brother Zhen has been waiting for a long time!"

The Shengyun disciple who was guarding the door, when he saw Bai Yitong coming, immediately hugged his fist and said.

Bai Yitong nodded slightly, and went into the deputy tent of the camp. However, as soon as he entered the camp, he heard the mockery of the disciples guarding the door.

"What's the big deal! Isn't it just that the cultivation is two floors higher than us?"

"That's it! I actually want Senior Brother Zhen to wait for him!"

......

The guards outside the door whispered, but they were all listened to by Bai Yitong. He smiled and ignored it. Walking into the inner layer of the camp, Zhen Qingfeng and other monks were indeed waiting. Bai Yitong's eyes swept inward, but he was slightly surprised. He didn't expect that there were more than thirty monks in the camp. Among them, the majority are in the early stage of spirit gathering, and a small part is in the middle stage of spirit gathering. In addition, there were two late-stage cultivators of the seventh and eighth layers of the Gathering Spirit, standing next to Zhenqing Peak.

"In the past six months, Zhen Daoyou has actually recruited so many immortal masters, and a great victory is really in sight!"

Bai Yitong hurriedly said hello to Zhen Qingfeng and walked towards the crowd.

"Haha, thanks to all of you, I will not disappoint you. In addition, I would like to take this opportunity to announce two more things to you. Once the announcement is made, the trade fair will start immediately!"

Seeing Bai Yitong coming, Zhen Qingfeng smiled at him, and then said to the monks.

"Zhen Daoyou said quickly, the old man is still waiting to participate in the trade fair!"

After some discussion among the monks in the tent, an old man in brown clothes with a four-layer spirit gathering shouted loudly.

"Okay! First of all, Gao Dingguo has sent a war post, and the war will start in two days. When the time comes, I would like to ask for your help. After the war, in addition to the original reward, my Ascension Cloud Gate will also take out an additional 3,000 lower grade spirit stones and divide them equally among everyone!"

After Zhen Qingfeng finished speaking, he looked at the monks with a smile. He knew that this news would definitely cause a fierce reaction from all the monks.

Sure enough, the camp tent suddenly became lively. For the monks who were usually destitute, the amount of one hundred spirit stones per person was still considerable.

"Wow! This time, the Ascending Cloud Gate is actually willing to take out so many spirit stones!"

"Could it be that what is the special significance of this battle?"

......

Bai Yitong was indifferent. He just smiled and looked at the monks around him, but he didn't show any emotion. Zhen Qingfeng accidentally caught a glimpse of Bai Yitong's reaction, and was slightly surprised in his heart.

"The second thing is to recognize your contributions in the previous wars, and to boost the morale of this battle. This sect decided to take out a low-level high-grade magic weapon and reward it to the person who made the greatest contribution to this war. At the same time, those who perform well can also be qualified to join this door!"

Zhenqingfeng's second thing was announced, but there was silence below. After a few moments, the whole camp was boiling.

Not to mention the rewards of low-level high-grade magic weapons, after all, there is only one winner. Just said that the qualification to join the Immortal Sect is what many ordinary casual cultivators dream of but can't get. Therefore, as soon as this news came out, the fighting spirit of the monks was immediately sublimated to the top.

Bai Yitong was in the group of monks, but he didn't have the high-spirited atmosphere of everyone. For him, it doesn't matter if he joins the Immortal Sect or not. What you can get by joining the Immortal Gate is nothing more than exercises and cultivation resources. However, as a casual cultivator with no background, even if he joined the Immortal Sect, he could only get the lowest level of exercises and extremely limited resources. In terms of exercises, Bai Yitong has the true trick of Qingyin, and he doesn't plan to change to anything else. And in terms of cultivation resources, he was even different from others, and he couldn't use those elixirs at all. Therefore, when Zhen Qingfeng threw out this heavyweight news, he was still unmoved.

"What exactly does he want?"

Zhen Qingfeng, who was on the main seat of the camp, frowned slightly.

Spirit Stone. He can't look down on it!

Low-level high-grade magic weapons, and even the qualifications to join the immortal gate. He can't look down on him yet!

Now, the trade fair will officially begin! Now, please take your seats! Then, in the order of their seats, they will take out the exchange items in turn. ”

Three different temptations could not arouse Bai Yitong's interest. Zhen Qingfeng's mood instantly fell, and he waved his hand to announce the start of the fair.

With Zhen Qingfeng's gesture, all the monks took their seats. Seeing the reactions of the monks, his mood only picked up a little. Next, the trade fair officially kicked off. In order to take the lead, the first person to come up with the exchange was naturally Zhen Qingfeng himself.

"I have a five-hundred-year-old goblin here, and I want to exchange it for a third-order fire refining material. Are there any Taoist friends who want to change?"

Zhen Qingfeng took out an earthy yellow spirit plant with the thickness of a baby's arm from the storage bag. Then, to the people.

The appearance of the goblins for five hundred years immediately caused an uproar among the monks. Although the monks were outraged, there was no one to exchange for a while. After all, the vast majority of people here were casual cultivators, and no one could exchange third-order spirit materials at all.

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