The form of Fuyi City is completely different from their original world.
This is a fairy city, specially for practitioners to live in. The cultivators in the fairy city formed cliques and formed small forces to gain a foothold.
Those with little influence will make a living, while those with great influence will fight for the control of Xiancheng.
Therefore, the ranking match is indeed a grand event in Fuyi City.
The ranking competition for the power of Xiancheng is only held once in 30 years. It is said that only the top ten forces and above the alchemy can participate.
This has nothing to do with Qingxuguan, a small faction that almost loses its qualifications. What they want to participate in is just the regular ranking competition, which is held every year and is related to the tax situation of the next year.
The tax is divided into three classes, the first class is the lightest and the third class is the most stringent. When Xiang Zichen's master was still there, Qingxu Guan paid the second-class tax. When Xiang Zichen's master passed away, the tax was reduced to the third class a few months ago.
This is a heavy burden for Qingxu Guan who is already so poor that he is about to become a pair of pants. Even if there is no qualification, it is estimated that it will last for a year at most, and the concept of emptiness will have to be disbanded.
In such a state, the three of them were so worried that their hair turned gray. It's so hard to pull it up!
Ling Wuxia has never worried about this kind of thing since she was a child. Yuding Peak is a first-class faction, who will provoke it? Lu Mingshu is inexperienced, she has a school or no school.
Among the three, Zhou Ruying had the most idea.
"Everything else is false." Zhou Ruying said, "According to what you said, the progress of cultivation in this world is so slow, he has to wait a few years to stand alone? We can't keep it for a few years, right? Besides, even if you have money, With the brains of their three brothers and sisters..."
If you sell it, you have to help count the money!
"According to you, it can't be saved?"
Zhou Ruying shook her head: "The most reliable thing is to break up the gang, and they will find another force to join. Look at that kid Xiang Zichen, is he expected to be the head of the sect?"
The other two shook their heads in unison.
"Not being the head of the sect, as long as he has similar strength and seeks refuge with a force, he will be able to protect himself."
Lu Mingshu and Ling Wuxia were persuaded by her.
"Then let's..."
"Teach as much as you can." Zhou Ruying sighed, "Let them practice our swordsmanship now, it's just a temporary scramble. People in this world don't train their body but their energy. It's hard to train a master in a short time!"
The other two also knew that they could only say that they were doing their best and obeying the destiny. Xiang Zichen and Xiang Zimei's aptitudes are not very good, on the contrary, there are few bottlenecks in martial arts in their world, and maybe they can break through.
The three practiced step by step.
Unexpectedly, they modified the Qi Refining Art of this world, and it went very smoothly. Moreover, they clearly felt the benefits of refining qi. The spiritual energy in this world is gentler, not as violent as profound energy, and it is always warming and nourishing the meridians.
There seems to be no harm in staying in this world longer
…
"It's started! It's started!"
As soon as the ranking match started, the square in Fuyi City was crowded with people, and the surrounding restaurants had already been booked.
Of course Qingxuguan didn't have that money, so everyone could only squeeze in a crowd.
After watching a few competitions, Zhou Ruying complained: "How come the cultivators in this world are so weak? When I change my inner breath state, I can fight ten of them!"
Lu Mingshu said: "That's because their cultivation base is too low, and you'll know when it's high, this kind of spiritual cultivation is terrifying."
For low-level cultivators, their spells have not yet formed, and their speed alone can win. However, once these cultivators have passed the alchemy, they will be terrible. Lu Mingshu had seen it in Tianlun, and at that time, relying solely on their world's martial arts methods, they would definitely be at a disadvantage.
"Quick! Quick! It's our turn!" Xiang Zichen shouted.
"Understood, don't be nervous." Zhou Ruying patted him on the shoulder, "Remember to place a bet."
The three brothers and sister Xiang Zichen went to bet on the handicap, and the three of them went to compete.
What they drew in the first round was a small gang similar to them.
Zhou Ruying was the first to go on the stage, and after three or two hits, Lu Mingshu came on the second, and only made one move.
Ling Wuxia didn't even have to make an appearance.
Then came the second one, this time Zhou Ruying and Ling Wuxia appeared.
And then the third...
At a low level, Wuxiu should not be too simple to deal with spiritual cultivation like them. Before the opponent's spell was released, they had already slashed it with a sword. Those who use weapons rely too much on aura, and their moves are full of flaws.
"Let's go!" In the casino, Xiang Zichen's brothers and sisters won another game, and immediately took a hundred spirit stones for a walk.
Zhou Ruying told them not to bet more than two rounds on a handicap, otherwise, with their behavior, they will definitely be targeted and eaten to the bone.
Winning five games in a row, they advanced smoothly.
Brother and sister Xiang Zichen hurried over.
"Senior, senior!"
Seeing the three of Lu Mingshu who were eating melon seeds at leisure, Xiang Zichen's face was full of joy: "Money, a lot of money!"
He originally only had ten spirit stones, but now it has become five hundred!
The three of them only glanced at it, lacking in interest.
Five hundred spirit stones, that is, five profound crystals, are too few.
"Continue in the afternoon, remember to bet big." Zhou Ruying thought about it, "Also, you'd better go buy clothes for the servants of the family."
Xiang Zichen was taken aback: "Why?"
"You look like a fat sheep just waiting to be slaughtered," Lu Mingshu said. "Dress yourself like a servant. If you look bigger, people will be afraid of the master behind you, so they won't dare to strike."
"Oh..." Xiang Zichen suddenly realized.
Zhou Ruying said again: "We can't win so fast in the next level, people will find out."
Ling Wuxia rolled her eyes: "Do you think I'm stupid?"
In low-level competitions, it doesn't matter if they win quickly. At a higher level, the opponent is stronger, and more people are paying attention. If you win, you will be noticed soon.
They just want to earn spirit stones to go home, there is no benefit in attracting attention.
After eating melon seeds for a while, the next level of competition began.
Entering this level means only paying second-class tax.
If you upgrade to another level, you only need to pay first-class tax.
…
In front of the ranking board, Taoist He looked for Qingxuguan's ranking with a smile.
He started from behind.
No? Hahaha, that kid didn't come to fight at all, did he
The red-faced man suddenly poked him: "Brother He, look!"
"What's the matter?" Taoist He asked casually.
"Qingxu Guan!" The red-faced man shouted, "They entered the second level!"
"What?" Taoist He stared wide-eyed, followed the point of the red-faced man, and as expected, on the list of the second-level competition, there were clearly listed the words Qingxuguan, and the name of the master was written below it. Xiang Zichen.
"This is impossible!" Taoist He was puzzled, "That kid's strength...does he have a helper?"
"Brother He, I'm afraid you've misread this time!" said the red-faced man.
He Daoren's face was gloomy for a while, and he smiled again: "It's okay, even if there are helpers, can they still go to the first level? It's written in the bet that they all win a game!"