At the foot of Shuangqin Mountain, in Simajiafang Market, Green Zhu, who had finally gone out for a long time, wandered around with great interest after leaving Luohong.

When others saw her alone, they took advantage of her actions, but they did not harass her. Instead, they mostly avoided her.

Perhaps because he had seen more and the freshness passed, Luzhu quickly lost interest in the low-level spiritual objects sold in the store.

Just as she was about to complete the training that Luo Hong explained, she found that she did not know where the venue of the King of Participation Conference was.

At this moment, the green bamboo with a sad face attracted the attention of a middle-aged man.

"This girl is an immortal master from another place? The villain Jiang Tieshan is a hyacinth here and is willing to serve one or two."

Although Jiang Tieshan was dressed decently and had strong body, his skin was dark and his hands were quite calloused. He was obviously a man from the countryside to make a living. I don’t know how he became a hyacinth who specializes in serving immortal cultivators.

"Hydney? That's great. I'm going to the venue of the King Conference. Please lead me.

Don't worry, yours is indispensable!"

When Luzhu saw that the visitor was just a mortal, she immediately believed it eight minutes later and said happily.

"Okay! Girl, please come with the villain. The venue of the King Conference is on the other side of Shuangqin Mountain, which is far from it.

There are restrictions in the market that cannot control the air, so we have to go out of the market first.”

Jiang Tieshan, who successfully received a business order, led the way respectfully. It was not easy for him to open his job every day.

Under the guidance of Jiang Tieshan, Luzhu walked around and left the area of ​​the market quickly.

Sensing the disappearance of the prohibition, Luzhu immediately slapped the storage bag and sacrificed a snow-white and transparent spiritual boat. He slid his feet and jumped up.

"Come up, let's fly over next road.

Alas? What are you doing? Have you never taken a spiritual boat?"

Lu Zhu was asking Jiang Tieshan to take the opportunity to leave, but saw him suddenly take off his backpack and take out a big animal-feather jacket from it.

"Although I haven't sat so well, the villain has also had the honor of flying twice.

It’s just that the sky is too cold, and the villain must add a piece of clothes first, otherwise his body will not be able to hold on."

Jiang Tieshan was afraid that Lu Zhu would be dissatisfied, so he explained quickly while dressing quickly.

"Haha, you are really an old hyacinth, and you are so thoughtful.

However, there is no need to be so troublesome. I will post a wind-proof talisman to you, so you won’t have to suffer the cold wind.”

Lu Zhu chuckled lightly, then without thinking, grabbed a talisman, shook his wrist and threw it towards Jiang Tieshan's chest.

"Ah......"

Jiang Tieshan looked at the layer of light green wind balls surrounding his body, and immediately didn't know what to say.

When he made a hyacinth, he could only collect three spirit stones at most. As a result, the other party threw out a talisman that was enough for him to work hard for a month.

For a moment, the praises such as kind-heartedness and generousness were pressed by Jiang Tieshan on the head of the green bamboo.

After flying around the foot of Shuangqin Mountain for half an hour, Luzhu finally saw the venue of the King of Sengqin Conference.

I saw nine huge arenas covered by the prohibited light curtains, arranged in a back-shaped shape, one in the middle was particularly large, three times the length and width of the other eight.

From the air, monks were fighting on the eight small trumpet arenas surrounded by the outer circle, and they were very cruel to each other, which was very different from the academy competition that Lu Zhu had participated in.

As a mortal, Jiang Tieshan was indeed extremely novel, but the impression he had left on him two times before was only trembling with the cold.

Now that he has the protection of the wind shelter, he has the leisure to look down at the beautiful scenery from the sky.

Of course, the beautiful scenery on the ground did not make him forget his job. He spoke as soon as he arrived near the venue:

"This meeting of Kings is held once every ten years. The villain has only been here twice before, but he also knows that the eight arenas around are specially designed for monks in the foundation-building realm.

As long as a monk can defend the striking till midnight, he will be able to obtain a hundred-year-old blood ginseng.

On the second day, these eight people still have to challenge each other, and the strongest ones they decide can win the Centennial King.

Alas, there are many casualties and injuries in each world's King Conference. Girls watch the fun, but don't show off their power."

"Oh, where is the big ring in the middle?"

Lu Zhu thought that she didn't have the chance to show off, so she looked at the ring in the center and asked.

"There was no light in the first two times, but this time it was opened."

It is difficult for low-level monks to get to contact the monks of Killing Dan, let alone Jiang Tieshan, who is a mortal, said in doubt at the moment.

"It's it, go and take a look."

But Lu Zhu knew that it was her place of experience as soon as she heard it. With a moving thought, she drove the spiritual boat to the center to fight.

Compared to the crowds of people in the eight outer rings, there were not many cultivators around the center ring. When Lu Zhu looked around, she only saw three or four cultivators of Killing Dan.

The remaining dozen are all foundation-building cultivators with varying cultivation levels.

Moreover, these kidnapping monks have distinct characteristics, either covering their bodies with black robes or wearing masks on their heads. Anyway, they try their best to cover up their identities.

"Why do you seem to be all casual cultivators? Does the big family look down on the reward of the Thousand Years of Blood Ginseng?"

After Lu Zhu said to himself, she looked at the ring and saw a stout early stage monk with thick arms sitting cross-legged in the center of the ring, his eyes closed and waiting.

"The magic power seems to be less pure than mine, and it doesn't seem so difficult to deal with. Just use him to deal with the master!"

Lu Zhu knew that Luo Hong just wanted her to gain experience in fighting with high-level monks, and she didn't really have to win the Thousand Years of Blood Ginseng. After all, no matter how ignorant the foundation-building monks were, they could not defeat the wheel battle of the Dan monks.

Therefore, she doesn't pick on opponents at the moment, let alone any strategy to seize the participation.

However, just as she was about to go on stage, a purple light suddenly flew into the light curtain, and someone took the lead.

The person who came to the stage was a female cultivator in the palace. Although she covered her face with a thin gauze, she could still vaguely see her appearance. The purple silk skirt was quite beautiful.

The little girl Lu Zhu felt aroused her heart and her pretty face turned slightly red.

"Who are you? Guangnan Mansion does not have a person like you!"

The moment the female cultivator in purple came on stage, the powerful monk who was guarding the beating opened his eyes and stared at the other party with lightning.

"This meeting of Kings is not only attended by the monks from Guangnan Prefecture. You care where I came from. If you don't take action, you will get out of the stage!"

Faced with the oppression of the powerful monk, the female cultivator in purple was very unceremonious and authentic.

"Hmph! You're sharp-toned! Don't expect Huang to be polite and look at the magic weapon!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the strong monk sacrificed a short-handled giant hammer. With the urge of mana, it actually expanded to the size of the house.
Chapter completed!