Chapter 120 Purchase of the Formation, the Eight Diagrams Cloud Light Formation

The once-in-five-year Feixian Conference arrived as scheduled.

Cultivators from all over the world came from all directions.

The number of cultivators in the entire Songyunfang City increased by more than ten times.

The various things brought by cultivators from all over the country were even more dazzling.

For example, Bai Yu and a group of people were surrounding a stall.

The stall owner summoned two puppets, which looked 80% like humans.

While showing them, the stall owner said:

"Although the combat power of my mechanical puppets is only the first or second level of Qi Refining."

"But they are all made in the form of humans, in the same proportion, and are almost the same as humans, very realistic."

"It's perfect for handling some trivial matters."

The two puppets are both female in form, with picturesque eyebrows and slim figures.

It's really convenient for single male cultivators to buy them back.

For a while, many people in the field bid.

Not for anything else, just like mechanical arts and love to learn.

Bai Yu did not participate in the bidding. This thing is not practical unless it is scaled up.

He took Lao Mo for a stroll and was amazed.

Various magic tools, elixirs, spirit beasts and materials, and even magic arrays that are rarely seen in normal times appeared.

Bai Yu saw an Eight Diagrams Cloud Light Array in front of a magic array stall.

This array is arranged according to the Eight Diagrams, and it is said that it can defend against the simultaneous attacks of several high-level Qi Refining monks.

However, the price is really not cheap, it costs 500 spirit stones.

Bai Yu was very jealous of this magic array.

As the Ascension Conference approached, it brought popularity and a lot of risks.

He heard that several stall owners disappeared inexplicably.

Bai Yu gritted his teeth and went up to ask the stall owner.

"Daoyou, how much is this formation?"

The stall owner was an old Taoist with a white beard up to his chest. He looked like an immortal master. He was very frugal with words:

"Wubei."

Bai Yu shook his head:

"Daoyou, your formation is good, but it's too expensive. People who don't know would think it's some mountain protection formation."

"Besides, it's the Feixian Conference now. Everyone wants to buy magic tools and talismans that can increase strength in a short time. How many people want to buy your formation?"

The old Taoist with white beard raised his eyebrows. Bai Yu really hit the nail on the head.

Many people came to ask about the price of this formation, but not many wanted to buy it.

Most of them spent their spirit stones on preparing for the Feixian Conference.

In the end, with Bai Yu's perfect bargaining skills, he bargained down to 300 spirit stones.

He almost gritted his teeth and pretended that his family was emptied before buying this set of formations.

With a large formation guarding the cave, he felt more confident in the future.

Bai Yu was satisfied and moved around in the crowd.

After making sure that no one was watching him, he returned to the cave and set up the Eight Diagrams Cloud Light Formation.

A few days later, the Feixian Conference was officially held.

The square in the center of Songyunfang City was crowded with people at this moment.

Suddenly, several rays of light fell from the sky and landed on the high platform in the center.

They were seven cultivators dressed differently.

They were extremely powerful, and they were actually foundation-building masters!

A middle-aged Taoist priest wearing a water and fire Taoist robe stepped forward and looked around.

His cold eyes swept over the crowd, and the scene suddenly became silent.

The middle-aged Taoist priest said loudly:

"This Feixian Conference has officially begun. Now I will announce the recruitment rules."

"Any cultivator who is interested in joining our sect can compete on the Feixian stage. The first 100 will be qualified to enter."

In fact, the major sects don't care much about the Feixian Conference. They each have their own sources of disciples.

Most of the people who came to participate in the conference were independent cultivators, and their trustworthiness was naturally inferior to that of the cultivators trained by the sects themselves.

The Feixian Conference was held every five years, but it was just to give independent cultivators an opportunity to rise, so as to prevent them from being dissatisfied and causing chaos everywhere.

There were only 100 places for thousands of independent cultivators in this competition.

On the stage, after the middle-aged Taoist priest finished speaking, a fat monk with big ears said:

"Swords have no eyes. Once you step onto the Feixian stage, life and death are left to fate."

"If you feel that you are not strong enough, do not step onto the stage easily."

"After this round of Feixian competition, our seven families will have a small competition test."

"If you have strong spiritual roots, or have a special physique, or have a skill, such as an entry-level alchemist, you can come to each sect for testing."

Off the stage, Bai Yu's heart moved when he heard this.

It turned out that there was a second round of tests in this Feixian Conference.

It makes sense. If someone has a natural spiritual root, then what is the point of competing for cultivation? All sects will definitely rush to recruit him.

This gave him an opportunity.

To participate in the Feixian Conference, one must be at least at the seventh level of Qi Refining, and it is extremely dangerous.

Only the ninth level of Qi Refining is a little safe.

With Bai Yu's earth-shaking qualifications, it would take dozens or even hundreds of years to reach the ninth level of Qi Refining.

However, if he participates in the second round of tests, it will be different.

As long as he can become a first-grade talisman maker, there is a good chance of passing.

If he can become a second-grade, it is basically a sure thing.

Bai Yu made up his mind and determined the future path.

At this time, after the foundation-building senior on the stage finished speaking, many cultivators came forward to sign up for the conference.

Those who participated were basically masters in the late stage of Qi Refining.

Liu Hongmei's husband Zhang Tinglu also went on stage to sign up.

Bai Yu looked at the surging cultivators on the stage and was worried about Zhang Tinglu.

The next day, the Feixian Conference officially began.

In the central square, seven flying fairy platforms started the competition at the same time.

Pairs of masters in the late stage of Qi training began to fight each other.

The audience was crowded and cheered.

Bai Yu did not join the crowd.

He moved a special ladder behind the crowd, and there was a bench on the ladder.

Songyunfang City prohibits flying, but it does not prohibit the use of ladders.

Bai Yu and Lao Mo sat on the bench, with melon seeds and cold tea in front of them, and half a watermelon each, eating and watching, shouting that it was exciting.

He had been preparing for this melon-eating for a long time.

The battle on the stage really opened his eyes.

Some of them were proficient in magic, and they fought with ice cones, wind blades, thunder, and flying sand.

Some were close to people, and they raised their hands to throw a bunch of talismans, and their punches were as powerful as more than a dozen spirit stones.

Correspondingly, casualties soon occurred, and even the ninth-level masters were seriously injured.

Bai Yu was watching the show while eating melons and evaluating in his heart.

If a master in the late stage of Qi Refining does not use talismans and magic tools, he is probably about the same as a congenital warrior in the world.

If a talisman and magic tools are used, the congenital warrior can only barely resist for a moment.

The immortal way versus the martial way, this is a crushing of the civilization system, the gap is too big.

At this moment, Lao Mo next to him "woofed" to remind Bai Yu that an acquaintance was on the stage.

Zhang Tinglu jumped onto the high platform, and Liu Hongmei looked eagerly in the crowd.

Bai Yu was happy and encouraged, and specially took a loud speaker:

"Come on, Brother Zhang, Brother Zhang will win!"

Zhang Tinglu's opponent was an old Taoist with a goatee.

The old Taoist priest raised a whisk, and the white silk on the whisk was like an arrow, and went straight to Zhang Tinglu.

Zhang Tinglu threw out two earth wall talismans to resist the opponent's magic tools.

For a time, the two sides fought again and again.

In the end, Zhang Tinglu froze the old Taoist with a black ice talisman and ended the battle.

Bai Yu was sincerely happy for this old acquaintance.

That night he brought a pot of Lieyang fire wine to celebrate for the couple.

In the next few days, Zhang Tinglu participated in three more battles.

In the third battle, he died unexpectedly.