Li Feng seemed to be very satisfied with Xiao Wanling's performance. He paused for a moment and then said to everyone: "This stone was obtained by the elders of my clan from the Immortal Sect. It has the effect of boosting spiritual energy and accelerating cultivation." Everyone heard this. , were all shocked, they did not expect that this small stone could be so effective.
Li Feng added: "It's just that the spiritual power in this Ling Yuan Stone will be lost once it is used. It is a consumable item. Most of the Ling Yuan Stone in my hand has been used up, but it will help me gain more energy in just a few days." It's enough to understand the magic of immortal weapons." After hearing what Li Feng said, everyone looked at the Ling Yuan Stone with different eyes, even Liu Qingyi's eyes were filled with tears.
Xu Xiang reached out to touch the Spiritual Essence Stone, but Li Feng pushed his hand away, "Because this Spiritual Essence Stone does not have much spiritual power left, in order to avoid the loss of spiritual energy, my father specially gave it to me." I won’t show you the small spirit bag this time. After this spirit selection ceremony, everyone will have a try and experience it." After saying that, he turned over his hand and carefully put the spirit stone into the previous one. The bag was put into his arms.
When everyone saw this, they all continued to eat and drink, but everyone had a strange look in their eyes.
When they came out of the wine shop, it was already late at night. They strolled along the river embankment for a while. Xiao Wanling suggested that they go back early to rest and recuperate for tomorrow's soul selection ceremony. Li Feng, Xu Xiang, and Wan Yan thought deeply about this. Then, he went all the way back home.
Liu Qingyi said he was going to buy something, so he left alone.
After asking a few passers-by on the roadside, he walked around three or four streets and came to a spiritual food shop. He bought a large bag of two kinds of spiritual food, Lanxuan fruit and dried yellow-skinned fish. That day City Lord Xuan spent more than half of his money on sending a small bag of yuan coins.
Liu Qingyi amused the little civet with spiritual food while strolling back. The little civet didn't seem to be too interested in the spiritual food, and stopped eating after eating a little.
When he returned to Lanfeng Garden, he saw that everyone had rested, so he went straight into the house and closed the door, played with the little civet for a while, and then slept with his clothes on.
Early the next morning, Wu Zhen and Qiu Kuang called at the gate of Lanfeng Garden.
Liu Qingyi stood up, wiped her face with water, carefully hid the small black flag under the bed, and then carried the little civet out of the door. He was being careful when he went out without the little black flag this time. After all, there were many immortal masters in the Spirit Selection Ceremony. It would be very bad if this evil thing was recognized by others.
After everyone had washed up and gathered in the small courtyard, Wu and Qiu led them to the county government.
Lanjun Prefecture is located on a low hill in the city. It stands on the top of the mountain like an ancient Roman castle. It is much higher than the surrounding buildings. It is like a city within a city. The entire city wall is inlaid with black stripes with a hint of gold. There are two stone giants standing at the city gate, both holding huge stone halberds. They look very majestic.
Everyone followed Wu and Qiu into the city gate, walked around a huge stone spiral staircase for a few minutes, and then arrived at the top of the building, a huge platform like an ancient Roman Colosseum.
Several people stood at the entrance of the platform and looked around. They saw many high stands built around the rooftop platform. A huge stone pillar was erected in front of it, with the three characters "Martial Arts Field" engraved in red letters.
At this moment, there were about thirty men and women standing in the field, all of them were candidates selected by various cities to initiate the spirit.
Liu Qingyi looked around curiously and found that these men and women from various cities were all extremely young, with the oldest no more than forty years old. Among them, he was considered to be in the middle age group.
After a few people stood there for a while, several warriors in costumes came over, checked their house selection nameplates one by one, and then brought them into the venue.
Liu Qingyi and others gradually gathered in front of a high stage in the martial arts arena along with the crowds attending the spirit selection ceremony. They saw more than a dozen immortal figures sitting on the stage, and the scene gradually became quiet.
Everyone in the audience looked at the people on the stage with fiery eyes. They saw three people sitting at the front of the high platform. From left to right, they were an old man in gray robe, a middle-aged man in green shirt and a woman in white. .
The old man in gray robe has an extremely powerful appearance, with a face as sharp as a knife and an axe. The middle-aged man in green robe in the middle has an expressionless face and his eyes are slightly closed. On the contrary, the woman in white is smiling brightly. Her figure can be regarded as one of the most beautiful in the world. She looks unparalleled in beauty, but she also has a vaguely unearthly aura.
There is still an empty seat between the middle-aged man in blue and the woman in white. It seems that someone else has not arrived yet. Everyone on the stage and off the stage are waiting quietly.
Liu Qingyi was squeezed into the crowd, feeling a little stuffy, so she tried to squeeze out.
A tall man cursed in a low voice next to him: "Squeeze in too much, are you fucking itchy?"
Liu Qingyi was shocked and apologized repeatedly. The tall man looked at Liu Qingyi and cursed to himself: "The stage is spacious, why don't you go up and squeeze here? You're used to it!" Seeing Liu Qingyi, No longer paying attention to him, the man said a few more words and then gradually stopped talking.
At this moment, a middle-aged man wearing black and white robes came out and sat in the empty seat in the front row.
Seeing that the four people in the front row were already full, a man wearing a yellow robe with a gold belt hanging from his waist walked up to the high platform, bowed his hands to the people from the Xianmen who were sitting nearby, then turned around and said to the audience: "Everyone, today, our Lan County finally ushered in the five-year spirit selection ceremony. If you come here, you must be the candidates for the city lords of the cities in our Lan County. This ceremony is intended to serve as a guide for the major immortal sects in the southern region. We have selected outstanding spiritual materials, and there are many immortals present on the stage. I hope you will do well."
After that, the man in rich clothes instructed several warriors to carry a golden tray, which was full of neatly folded yellow talismans. He said loudly: "The first round of competition is the talisman fight. After you receive the talismans, , I will study it on my own for one day, and come back here tomorrow morning to gather and demonstrate." After saying that, a warrior held a piece of white paper in his hand, stepped forward and began to read the name.
The person whose name was read was summoned to the warrior and received a talisman seal from the golden tray.
Liu Qingyi stood in the crowd and saw several people leaving in a hurry after receiving the talisman. When he read "Donglin City Feng Tao", the tall man who had scolded Liu Qingyi before walked out. .
Liu Qingyi narrowed her eyes and thought to herself, "It turns out this guy is from Donglin City."
Then he heard the names of four people from Donglin City being read out one after another on the stage, and he couldn't help but be shocked. There were actually five spiritual enlighteners in Donglin City, which was the city with the most spiritual enlightenment people besides the county city.
After a while, when his name was read, he stretched out his head and responded, holding the little civet in his arms and walking up at a brisk pace.
Before he even reached the stage, the little civet's paw touched his face and scratched him gently, meaning he wanted to eat.
Liu Qingyi paused, feeling a little angry at this beast. Yesterday, he fed it food with a look of indifference. This time, when he got here, he seemed to be hungry at last. He had asked for food from him just now in the audience. There was less food to eat. Unfortunately, my spiritual food bag was left in 'Lan Feng Yuan', so I could only pretend not to see it and ignore it for the time being.
He walked up to the warrior, showed the nameplate with one hand, took the talisman seal with the other, turned around and was about to leave. Unexpectedly, the little civet, who tried several times to beg for food but to no avail, finally couldn't bear it anymore and raised its little paws with a crisp sound. , and slapped Liu Qingyi hard on the right side of his face.
Liu Qingyi felt his head buzzing, his eyes went black, he stumbled, and fell under the stone platform in an inelegant manner, which instantly caused a burst of laughter on and off the stage.
After a while, he got up and felt the right side of his face was burning. He was so angry that he cursed in his mouth: "I'll do it..." One hand had already grabbed the little civet, intending to give it to the little beast. A little lesson.
The little civet only jumped slightly, then jumped up to his left shoulder, facing half of his face, stretching out its paws to pat him.
When Liu Qingyi saw this claw, he suddenly remembered how powerful it was in the vast mountains. His outstretched hand finally stopped, and his heart felt as aggrieved as if he had choked a fly.
After standing still for a while, he covered the still sore half of his face with one hand and ran towards the outside of the martial arts arena as fast as he could.
Seeing the man, the cat and the two living treasures leaving, everyone burst into laughter again. Only the majestic-looking old man in gray robe in the front row of the stage frowned slightly as he looked at Liu Qingyi's retreating back and the black kitten on his shoulder. Wrinkled, seemingly thoughtful.
