Chapter 1104 Little Immortal King Tie Zhu

"This is the Tushita Palace!" Ke Qingmiao said, pointing to the magnificent palace ahead.

"It looks larger than the Lingxiao Palace, but it's not as magnificent as the Lingxiao Palace. In comparison, the Tushita Palace is much more low-key and restrained." Liu Lang commented.

"That's true. This has something to do with Laojun's character." Ke Qingmiao nodded and said. At the beginning, when he first went to heaven, he worked as a boy in this Tushita Palace, and he knew Taishang Laojun very well.

Afterwards, Ke Qingmiao introduced again: "You may not know yet, but this Tushita Palace is actually a heaven-level fairy artifact."

"A heavenly artifact?" Liu Lang asked in surprise.

"Moreover, it is an attacking fairy weapon. Back then, the Tushita Palace was just refined, and Laojun used it to kill all directions. Because the power of countless earth element elements was used in the refining, the Tushita Palace was extremely heavy. Even at the peak of Jinxian, if he hits it, it will be more or less auspicious." Ke Qingmiao told Liu Lang about the power of the Tusita Palace.

Liu Lang clicked his tongue in amazement.

However, thinking of the exquisite pagoda of King Li Tianwang in Tota, Liu Lang felt that the gods in the heavens might be more pragmatic, and deliberately refined the fairy artifacts into architectural forms, so that they could not only be used for fighting, but also for resting, killing two birds with one stone.

From this point of view, Tushita Palace can be called a mobile residence, which is much more attractive than those fixed cave residences.

"In the past ten thousand years, Laojun no longer has the hostility that he had when he first entered Tianzun, and this weapon can no longer be used. Therefore, the Tushita Palace has been parked here and has not been moved again." For the alchemist , Tushita Palace not only represents the highest refining level in the Three Realms, but also a place of pilgrimage. After staring at it, Ke Qingmiao said: "Let's go in!"

"Okay!" Liu Lang followed Ke Qingmiao to the gate of Tusita Palace.

There were two boys waiting at the door, both of them knew Ke Qingmiao, when they saw Ke Qingmiao coming, they shouted in unison: "Senior Brother Ke!"

"Are there many people participating in the selection this year?" Ke Qingmiao asked.

"There are too many. If you go in now, you will probably be the last in line. Those who come early have been queuing at the gate of Tushita Palace since yesterday afternoon." A boy said.

"Uh..." Liu Lang didn't expect the competition to be so fierce.

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter if it's at the end of the filming. But all the important people will appear last." Ke Qingmiao comforted Liu Lang, and then he turned to the two boys, "You two, hurry up, let's go first."

"Brother Ke,

please! "The two boys put on a gesture of invitation, and after Liu Lang and Ke Qingmiao entered the door, they returned to the state of the wood carving and clay sculpture.

"Back then, when I first came to Tushita Palace, I worked as a gatekeeper boy for more than a hundred years. Only later did I have the opportunity to enter the pharmacy." Looking back at the two boys, Ke Qingmiao sighed.

"It seems that every immortal has an unbearable past!" Liu Lang secretly sighed.

Ke Qingmiao is very familiar with the interior of the Tushita Palace. He brought Liu Lang to the selection site with ease.

When he arrived at the selection site, Liu Lang realized that there could be so many people in the heavens. Looking around, there are at least four to five thousand gods in the whole scene. Not only are there small immortals, but there are also many golden immortals among them.

"Are these here to participate in the selection?" Liu Lang asked Ke Qingmiao.

"Most of them are here to watch the fun. Taishang Laojun has a detached position in the heavens. Who doesn't want to get close, and the apprentice acceptance ceremony is the best opportunity to meet Laojun." Ke Qingmiao explained.

"I see." Liu Lang finally understood.

At the beginning, when he was working in the Tianting chat room, he deliberately investigated the population of the heavens. The registered immortals are about 200,000, and nearly half of them are still the kind who retreat all the year round and don’t come out very often. If, these four or five thousand People are all here to learn from teachers and practice skills, so the proportion is a bit exaggerated.

After all, in the heavens, alchemists are rare. If everyone practiced, then alchemists would be worthless long ago. How could they have such a detached status now.

"I'll take you to sign in." Afterwards, Ke Qingmiao brought Liu Lang to the sign-in area, and said, "After you sign, wait here. I'll tell President Kong Haolin that you're here."

Watching Ke Qingmiao leave, Liu Lang picked up a pen. The assessment came in according to the order of signing in. Liu Lang looked at his ranking, which was 999th, which was almost four digits.

"Let's go, let's go!" After signing, Liu Lang had just turned around when a young man ran up to him.

The young man was wearing a suede sheepskin waistcoat, a black padded jacket inside, thick cotton trousers on the lower body, and a pair of straw sandals under his feet. The most distinctive thing was that there was a white towel wrapped around his head.

If this man carried another hoe on his shoulder, he would be an authentic farmer in northern Shaanxi.

However, Liu Lang glanced at him with his eyes of truth, only to find that this slightly funny-dressed buddy had the cultivation base of a middle-stage Xiaoxian, and was less than a thousand years old.

Looking at this image, it is likely to be a grassroots immortal who ascended from the mortal world.

This age, combined with this level of cultivation, is a bit scary.

The longevity of the Profound Core Realm is two thousand years old, and many people, at the age of two thousand, can't ascend to the ascension, but this buddy not only ascended, but also went a step further, reaching the middle stage of Xiaoxian.

This kind of cultivation talent is definitely top-notch among the grassroots gods.

"Brother, let me ask you, are you signing in here?" The young fairy dressed as an old farmer from northern Shaanxi raised his head, just in time to see Liu Lang, and asked with a simple and honest face.

"Call me big brother?" Liu Lang was a little embarrassed, he was only under twenty-five years old, but Liu Lang didn't explain, "Yes, it's here."

As he spoke, he stepped aside and gave way to the sign-in place.

"Thank you, thank you!" The Immortal Farmer ran over, signed his name, and found that Liu Lang hadn't left, so he approached him and said, "Brother, my name is Wang Tiezhu, what's your name!"

"Wang Tiezhu..." Hearing this name, Liu Lang felt a pain in his ass.

With this name, being able to cultivate to the fairyland is definitely a counterattack by hanging silk!

"My name is Liu Lang, and I am twenty-five years old." Liu Lang deliberately reported his age.

"You're only twenty-five years old?" Wang Tiezhu looked surprised, and then counted with his fingers: "I'm over nine hundred years old. It doesn't seem appropriate to call you big brother."

"It's not appropriate. I should call you big brother." Liu Lang thought Wang Tiezhu was quite interesting, so he laughed.

"Then I'll call you brother." Wang Tiezhu didn't see him at all, he glanced around, and suddenly found a large group of people gathered not far away, and someone cheered from time to time, he grabbed Liu Lang's arm, " Brother, there is excitement over there, let's go over there!"

Liu Lang was only in the Yuan Condensation Realm, even if he wanted to resist, he couldn't resist.

Being pulled and dragged by Wang Tiezhu, to the periphery of the crowd, Wang Tiezhu stood on tiptoe and watched for a long time, but he didn't see what was going on inside, so he simply pulled Liu Lang into a crowd. There was a strong force, and many of them were blown away, causing the scene to jump around for a while.