The abnormality in the secret realm three months ago did not attract any attention in Dinghai City. At most, the fact that all the monks were kicked out that day was talked about a few times after dinner.
It is not even as lively as the list of successful equipment refiners announced by Po Yuan Sect today.
"Jiaying?" Rong Chuqiu tilted her head and looked at the person walking by. "Why are you free today?"
Ever since he saw the Mist-killing Flower that day, Quan Jiaying has never set foot outside the sect again and has been practicing in the weapon refining room for three months.
Quan Jiaying stood on the steps of Poyuan Gate, looking at the dark crowd below: "I want to meet that person."
His senior brother told him that the person who threw the Mist Killing Flower was the one who competed with the Five Elements Sect in the street that day. He didn't quite believe it, but no matter what, he wanted to see with his own eyes today the weapon refiner who refined the Mist Killing Flower.
Rong Chuqiu smiled and said, "The incense has been lit, and the list of candidates will be announced later."
There were nearly 20,000 individual weapon masters who voted for magic weapons, but only 1,000 were selected. When the scroll flew out of Rong Chuqiu's sleeve, everyone below couldn't help but look up at the golden scroll, watching it slowly unfold.
"The weapon refiner whose name is called can come forward to receive the jade token, and then they can enter the Po Yuan Gate to take the next preliminary test." Rong Chuqiu stepped forward and spoke loudly.
Although the area was packed with people, there was no sound. It was obvious that everyone was very nervous about what was going to happen next.
A name gradually appeared on the floating scroll, and a steady male voice read out from the lintels on both sides: "Liu Min is selected."
The shortlist started from the thousandth place. A name appeared on the scroll, and next to it was a retrospective image, which was the scene when Liu Min was asked to hand over the magic weapon box.
"I'm selected! I'm selected!!!" A male weapon refiner in his forties squeezed out of the crowd and shouted, "It's me! It's me! I'm Liu Min!"
The deacon of Poyuan Sect who was standing at the upper position came over with a jade token: "Please."
Liu Min picked up the jade token from the tray and excitedly followed the deacon into the Po Yuan Gate.
Next, the names were read out as usual and the people were brought in. Without exception, the selected equipment refiners were all very excited. Although they might not pass the preliminary examination, being able to participate in the preliminary examination would be of great benefit to their future reputation as independent cultivators.
A thousand names may not seem long to read, but the scroll still had to play the tracing images to allow Poyuan Sect to confirm that the person who came to receive the jade token was the same as the person who voted, and to allow other refiners who were not selected to see the strength of the selected magic weapons. Therefore, when the fifth selected refiner was read, it was already slightly dark.
Rong Chuqiu noticed that Quan Jiaying's aura beside him suddenly became tense, and smiled and said, "Nervous? A magic weapon doesn't mean much. You are the most talented disciple of Poyuan Sect, and you are a weapon refiner who can break into the top 200 of the Hundred Green List in the foundation building period. The day before yesterday, you broke through again and are now in the late foundation building period. Only the two from Zhanjin Sect can compare with you."
Quan Jiaying lowered his eyes and looked at the patterns on the stone slab under his feet. He had been trying to refine the Mist Killing Flower in the refining room for the past three months, but the final product could only be described as a hodgepodge. Even if he tried his best to replicate the Mist Killing Flower, he could not achieve the same agility as his opponent's magic weapon.
The fog is not fog, the flowers are not flowers. They are natural and beautiful in the previous second, and ferocious in the next moment, as if they were created by nature.
This is enlightenment.
He doesn't have it, so he can't replicate it.
It's not just him. Among all weapon refiners, this kind of thing is hard to come by. Even the same weapon refiner may not be able to refine the same magic weapon again.
Quan Jiaying no longer pursued replicating the opponent's magical weapon, but instead achieved a breakthrough the day before yesterday.
"The fourth one is Xia Er."
The scroll read out the name, and the retrospective image was finished. The independent cultivators below looked at each other, but no one stood up.
Rong Chuqiu frowned, stood up, and read the name again: "The fourth one is Xia Er."
Still no one answered.
At this time, the scroll automatically began to read: "The third one, Xiyu."
As usual, no one came forward after the video of the return journey was played.
Quan Jiaying glanced at the independent cultivators below. At this time, most of them had lost hope and just wanted to see who the first few selected equipment refiners would be, so they were all discussing below.
Rong Chuqiu had seen a few people and kept scanning the crowd, trying to find them.
"The second one is Ming Liusha."
No one stepped forward.
The crowd that was originally talking a lot suddenly became quiet again. No one could understand why these people didn't come. This was the selection day for the Po Yuan Sect.
"First, Ye Su."
Even the first place didn’t come!
Rong Chuqiu shouted several times, but no one stood up.
The eyes of the wandering cultivators below were gleaming with gossip, and many of them began to use the jade communication discs to send messages to their friends, telling them about this wonderful sight. There were actually several people who were selected but did not come.
"I knew that those magic weapons were probably not made by them. They must be too guilty to come." Fang Xiu snorted beside him, "Elder Rong, it's getting dark. We should go back to the sect."
Rong Chuqiu stood at the front, looking at the agitated crowd below and said, "Everyone, the shortlist has been announced. If there is nothing else, you can go back."
There was no such thing as substitutes in the Po Yuan Sect competition, so these wandering cultivators dispersed one after another when they saw that there was nothing exciting to watch.
"Elder Rong, the incense hasn't burned out yet." Quan Jiaying suddenly stepped forward, "Maybe we can wait a little longer?"
He couldn't explain how he felt, he just wanted to meet the person who had refined a magical weapon like the Mist Killing Flower.
That day on the street, Quan Jiaying couldn't even remember what they looked like. After all, he didn't take those people seriously at all at that time.
Rong Chuqiu glanced at the incense stick that was still burning in the middle and said, "Just wait a little longer."
However, when it was completely dark, no one came.
"Let's go." Rong Chuqiu spoke, turning around and preparing to lead the more than 900 selected cultivators into Poyuan Gate.
…
"Big sister! Go!" Xia Er grabbed Xiyu's clothes and shouted, "Quick! Junior brother has surpassed us!"
"Take a step forward!" Ming Liusha hugged Yi Xuan's waist tightly, his feet almost floating up, and he shouted slowly and proudly to the three people on Ye Su's sword.
"Let go." Yi Xuan flew his sword expressionlessly, trying to pull his hand away.
Ming Liusha didn't listen at all. He turned around and saw that the senior sister was getting closer to them. He quickly said to Yi Xuan: "Junior brother, your skills are not good enough. The senior sister is catching up. There are two people standing behind her. Am I too heavy?"
Without him saying anything, Yi Xuan had already sensed the fluctuations in the aura behind him. He had been training outside and had already become proficient in flying the sword, but he had never expected that Ye Su had also learned how to fly the sword and could even catch up with him.
The red mole between Yi Xuan's eyebrows became more and more dazzling, the spiritual power was transmitted faster, and the speed of flying the sword increased again.
"Junior brother, your sword is flying too fast." Ye Su shook her head and chased after him. At this moment, her spiritual power was abundant, so flying the sword was not a difficult task for her.
Then the five men and their two swords soared into the air. The airflow even almost knocked over a monk who was passing by on a sword, causing a burst of curses from behind.
"Why are you waving swords at this time of night? Go and reincarnate! #?%&"
The five people hurried forward, but in the end they only saw the backs of those people from Po Yuan Sect turning away.
"Fellow Daoist, wait a minute!" Ye Su shouted to those people subconsciously.
Quan Jiaying looked back and saw two sword lights leaping down from the sky. One of the swords stopped steadily in front of the Poyuan Gate, with two people standing on it.
The people on the swords behind went straight over the swords in front and crashed into the high steps, and three people rolled off the swords.
"… "
This was the first time Ye Su had flown her sword so fast, and she was not very skilled at braking. She climbed up from the steps, brushed her messy hair, and politely bowed to the people above her: "My fellow Taoists, has the shortlist been announced?"
"It's too late!" Fang Xiu was unhappy to see them, "Even if you were selected, now that the incense has burned out, you can't even think about entering our Poyuan Sect."
Ye Su raised the end of her eyebrows, which meant that they had been selected.
"Why did you wait so long?" Rong Chuqiu came out again, "Po Yuan Men competitions have always been strict with rules. When the incense burns out, you will be considered to have given up."
Ye Su naturally couldn't say that they had forgotten. She looked at the incense stick in the cauldron on the steps. She quickly stepped onto the steps, leaned over and blew away the ashes on the incense stick, revealing a little red light. She pointed at it and said, "There should be some left."
Rong Chuqiu: “…”
Fang Xiu couldn't help but curse in a low voice: "Who bought the incense!" The quality is so good!
"Elder Rong." Quan Jiaying shouted from the side.
We've waited so long, a little longer won't make any difference.
"That's all." Rong Chuqiu nodded, "Come up."
The thousand selected weapon refiners had to enter the Po Yuan Gate and wait for the preliminary test. Yi Xuan could not enter because he did not vote for a weapon.
Ye Su turned around and walked towards Yi Xuan: "Junior Brother..."
"I'm leaving." Yi Xuan interrupted her, turned around and was about to fly away on his sword, but was stopped by Ye Su.
"Wait." Ye Su took out a bunch of talisman papers from the Qiankun bag, "The speed talisman, this is the Vajra talisman, and the sleep talisman. Take the giggle talisman as well."
She quickly explained the uses of various talismans and then stuffed them all into Yi Xuan's hands.
Yi Xuan said coldly: "I don't have spirit stones to buy it."
Ye Su sighed, "Before you left the sect, you were my junior brother. It's too dangerous to go out. Use the talisman paper if you can. We still have to go to Poyuan Sect to get some spiritual energy for cultivation."
"Junior brother, take good care of yourself." Xiyu turned around and waved at him.
"Senior sister's talisman paper is very useful. You will know it when you use it, little junior brother." Xia Er said confidently.
"Junior brother, you should become a powerful swordsman as soon as possible, and no one will dare to bully our Qianji Sect in the future." Ming Liusha patted his shoulder and said slowly before turning around and walking forward.
Yi Xuan looked at the backs of the four people leaving, then looked down at the pile of talisman papers in his hand for a long time. For the first time, he did not feel annoyed.
Before Junior Sister left, she wanted him to go with her.
Yi Xuan didn't know why he didn't leave, but stayed here instead. Every day he and Ming Liusha and a few others acted like fools, guarding the mountain where the secret realm appeared.
… He clearly told Ning Qianyao that he wanted to go and train alone.
Yi Xuan thought of the sword cultivators who had beaten him in the secret realm. Any one of them was stronger than him. All the emotions in his heart suddenly disappeared.
He lowered his eyes for a long time, finally put away the talisman paper, and flew away in front of the Poyuan Gate on his sword.
One day, he will become stronger.