Everyone else was painstakingly calcining the material and drawing the formation, only Mo Tianliao was sculpting carelessly. There is also a bathroom missing in the cat litter, as well as Qingtong's favorite rocking chair.
The skill competition lasted for ten days, day and night. The martial arts field is covered by a huge forbidden barrier. Before the game is over, no one can enter, nor can anyone inside come out.
When night fell, the glazed lanterns were lit on the venue. People from all sects didn't leave. Drinking and pecking were all cultivation practices. Among the disciples of different factions, it is taboo to keep close personal relationships, but elders and peak masters with higher status do not stick to this. Sometimes for the interests of the sect, appropriate entertainment is also necessary.
Liu Yunzong held a banquet on the high platform of the host, and invited the elders of various sects to the banquet.
Qingtong glanced at Mo Tianliao, who was enjoying himself, kicked the reluctant mystery, and flew to the Floating Cloud Sect in the void. The big tiger stood up and shook his hair, and followed.
The Floating Cloud Sect sect masters toasted one by one, and the elders of the small sects complied with sincerity. Except for the three major sects, in other sects, the Yuan Ying cultivators are very high-level. These elders are all Yuan Ying cultivation bases, and when they see the gods, they naturally dare not make mistakes.
The people from Qingyunzong and Woyunzong sat opposite each other at the front. They also came to two elders. Yunsong, who was originally arrogant, saw Qingtong coming, and his voice stopped abruptly.
"Qingtong is a real person." Yun Song's junior sister Yun Yuan saw Qingtong and immediately stood up and greeted with a smile.
Yun Yuan is the only woman among the elders of the Qingyun Sect. She is very talented. She still maintains the appearance of a mortal in her twenties. While smiling at Qingtong, he carried the senior brother beside him, motioning for him to say a few words.
"Humph!" Yun Song snorted without saying hello. Last time I lost a big face in Wo Yunzong, and the death of his grandson was related to Wo Yunzong, but I couldn't find any evidence, so I really couldn't show a good face.
Qingtong took his seat and didn't even look at the two of them, and the atmosphere suddenly became embarrassing.
"Shen Yunyuan, she is still so beautiful." Xuanji greeted dryly.
"Master Xuanji says this every time." Yun Yuan couldn't help laughing. Although she was talking to Xuanji, her eyes still looked at Qingtong.
Yun Yuan looked young, but in fact it was thousands of years old. There was no Taoist companion. A hundred years ago, the sect master of Qingyunzong tried to marry Wo Yunzong.
"Isn't this tiger still able to transform?" Yun Yuan sat down and pointed at the colorful tiger lying at Qingtong's feet, "I remember this tiger's bones are excellent."
The big tiger was licking his paws attentively, and when he saw someone mentioned him, he turned his head to look, and then continued to lick his paws.
"My phoenix-tailed kite can already change shape." Yunyuan raised her hand, and a bird with a long phoenix-tail flew down on the slender jade finger, and then seemed to be instructed by the master, fluttering its wings and flying to the head of the big tiger. Monster beasts have their own way of communication, so that spirit pets can get closer to other people's spirit pets. Because of the relationship of blood pact, it will also have a certain impact on the owner.
The phoenix-tailed kite pecked on the head of the big tiger: "You obviously can change shape, why are you hiding it?" The demons and cultivators also look at their cultivation bases. Those with high cultivation bases can see through those with low cultivation bases, and phoenix-tailed kites can see through them. The cultivation base of this tiger that came out was similar to his own, and there was no reason why he could not change his form.
The big tiger yawned: "If you become a human, you can't eat meat in large chunks." Just as he was talking, Zi Mo, who had grilled the meat on the stage, brought a plate over and gave the big tiger a roasted deer leg. Qingtong and Xuanji each have a platter of sliced meat.
In addition to eating meat, Zi Mo also likes barbecue. It has to be said that his barbecue skills are better than Mo Tianliao.
Fengweiyuan tilted her head to look at Zi Mo, then lowered her head again and continued to peck at the tiger's head. People in Wo Yunzong first practice the magic trick of concealing the demonic energy, even if they are of the same kind, they will still not be able to see it after they are transformed into human form.
The big tiger hugged the deer legs and feasted.
The leopard of the deacon and elder of Wo Yunzong looked at the big tiger with contempt. He heard that the eunuchs in the mortal palace are very fat, because after castration, they will become gluttonous, which seems to be true. As a high-level monster, you should eat elegant animal feeding pills. It's really shameful to eat meat like this, tsk tsk tsk...
Fengweiyuan was also puzzled by this big gulp of meat, circled in the air, turned into a delicate-looking little girl, and squatted at Yunyuan's feet to beat her legs.
"Roar—" The big tiger glanced at Yun Yuan and spoke to her in a tiger's voice: "With the lecherousness of that old witch, you are not a boy."
Fengweiyuan rolled her eyes indiscernibly, thinking that with your rude appearance, even if you turned into a beautiful woman, your beautiful master wouldn't look down on you!
"Master Yunyuan, your spiritual pet is lovely." The sect master of Liu Yunzong came over to toast, glanced at Yun Yuan's spiritual pet with a half-smile, and even more determined to become a Taoist companion with Yun Yuan. If she married Yun Yuan, she would naturally be able to enjoy a thing or two as a spiritual pet.
The big tiger stopped eating meat, looked at the phoenix kite with its neck shrunk, sighed secretly, lowered his head and continued to eat meat. Xuanji took out the tortoise shell from his arms and slowly wiped it with a cloth, wiping every dent to a glossy finish. Qingtong was not at all interested in the surging undercurrents here, he drank slowly with his wine glass in his hand, and looked at the martial arts field in the distance.
With the eyesight of the Spirit Transformation cultivator, he could see Mo Tianliao's situation clearly even from a distance. The guy is taking out a mysterious space stone, wrapping his fingers with spiritual power, and drawing an array on it.
"A total of 20 tokens have been made this time. Does Master Qingtong intend to go? I'll keep it here for you." A glass of wine was handed to him, blocking Qingtong's sight of his scratching board.
The cold and beautiful eyes slowly raised, and glanced at the person who smiled with a wrinkled face: "No need." Twenty tokens are for the juniors to compete for, and the major sects have been able to enter and exit the magic palace. The spiritual talisman of the layer, no one has been there for so many years, is only afraid of the magic circle in the magic palace.
After drinking the wine in the cup, Qingtong stood up with the back of the neck of the big tiger: "Leave first, you are free." After saying that, he walked back to the high platform of Wo Yunzong and ignored this. A group of elders who are imaginary and arrogant.
Mo Tianliao didn't know that his cat would be socializing, and he was still concentrating on making a cat litter. Before the Xuankong Stone has solidified, quickly glue the carved tables, chairs, doors and windows, and use spiritual power to shape the Xuankong stone while sticking. Just like a child making a palace out of mud, they put stones and leaves inside as furniture while making it.
When the sun rose in the early morning of the tenth day, the gongs and drums for the end of the game were sounded.
Ding Ziyu walked out of the refining room calmly, saw his haggard elder brother, smiled and said, "Is your brother ready?"
"It's barely made," Ding Zijin replied without a smile, "Ding Fengzhu seems to have a good idea, so it's better to put it first, so that I can give me a good start to the Floating Cloud Sect."
Ding Ziyu smiled humbly: "The eldest brother praised it wrongly, but the younger brother does not dare to be."
Ding Zijin was choked for a moment, disgusted to the death, walked up quickly, put the things he made in the corresponding position, and then retreated.
There are more than 20 spatial instruments in a row, neatly placed on the long table. Led by Elder Dinghu of the Floating Cloud Sect, the well-known craftsmen of the right way were invited to be listed as judges, while the elders of the rest of the sects watched the ceremony.
It is easy to judge the pros and cons of space instruments, and the size of the space, stability, and appearance can all be compared. When judging and viewing their own works, the craftsmen can come forward and state what is special about their magic tools. After evaluating the first few storage instruments, Ding Hu paused on a storage bracelet: "This..."
He naturally knew that it was made by the younger son, but no matter how you looked at it, it was an ordinary storage bracelet. Although the space was not small and the formation was stable, it was nothing special.
"This storage bracelet is a little different," Ding Ziyu stepped forward and took out a jade box, "This is the dead grass that my disciples just picked this morning. After the masters have seen other people's instruments, come back again. You can tell by looking." After saying that, he took the dead grass out of the jade box and put it into the storage bracelet.
As we all know, the dead leaves will wither within a quarter of an hour when they leave the jade box. Everyone immediately understood Ding Ziyu's intention, and they were a little surprised. There are many jade boxes that can keep the spiritual energy from leaking, but storage bracelets are very rare.
Holding such a suspense, everyone's thoughts on seeing the rest of the works faded. Although the theme is a space magic weapon, in order to win the championship, it naturally needs some special purposes.
Ding Ziyu raised her chin slightly and looked at her brother.
Ding Zijin sneered, and when everyone saw his magic weapon, he slowly opened his mouth and said, "This thing looks like a storage bracelet, but it can also be turned into something else."
With that said, he put the fluorescent storage bracelet in the palm of his hand, and with a thought, the round bracelet instantly turned into a hairpin, and then turned into a small ring.
"Is there a falling star stone and a space folding array?" An artifact refiner took the ring and looked at it carefully, looking excited.
"Exactly." Ding Zijin smiled slightly.
"The descendants are terrifying!" The gray-bearded craftsman patted Ding Hu's shoulder, "Master Ding's two sons are both dragons and phoenixes!"
"Hahaha..." Ding Hu smiled very proudly.
Two hours had passed after all the instruments had been read, and everyone picked up Ding Ziyu's storage bracelet and took out the dead grass inside. The small spirit grass still maintains its emerald green appearance, and even the dewdrops on it are still there.
Everyone was amazed, Ding Ziyu said with a smile: "This thing is a space magic circle superimposed on a spirit gathering circle and a trapping spirit circle. It can keep fresh and keep warm. Fresh meals are put in and taken out after one month, they are still hot."
The space magic array is superimposed on the gathering spirit array to keep the spiritual energy in space. This has been an idea for a long time in the refining world. This is the basis for refining space magic tools that can place living objects. If this can be done well, place living objects. Just around the corner. And by placing living creatures and developing them, it is possible to release people, release spiritual fields, and finally create an independent world. That is something only gods can do!
Compared with this, Ding Zijin's storage bracelet that can change its form is inferior. Ding Hu is very proud that his son-in-law can always earn face for himself!
Just when everyone was about to award the first name to Ding Ziyu, a black figure suddenly rushed up. But I saw a person wearing a black robe with messy buns, holding a black thing over: "I'm sorry everyone, I overslept."
Mo Tianliao was too tired after refining the tool, so Mo Tianliao fell asleep like this. When he opened his eyes, he found that the jade walls around him had fallen, and his cat was sitting on the judging platform in the distance staring at him.
When the Xuankong Stone was refined, it would produce black ink. At this moment, Mo Tianliao’s face was covered in ink, and the things in his hand were also pitch-black, which looked like a mess.
"It's already missed the hour." Ding Hu frowned when he saw this man. The craftsman was a very elegant identity, and being so unscrupulous was really a shame in the crafting world.
"Brother Mo must have been too focused on the training. Only Junior Brother Mo participated in Wo Yunzong. Elders should take a look." Ding Zijin persuaded. proud.
"Yeah, let's take a look." Ding Ziyu looked at the person in front of him who was embarrassed and couldn't see clearly, and felt a little familiar. He was determined to win, and it would be okay to have one more foil.
Hearing this, everyone turned to look at Master Qingtong, who was sitting in the back and watching the ceremony. Wo Yunzong was the only artifact refiner, and it seemed impossible to say without a chance, so he motioned Mo Tianliao to present the black thing.
Mo Tianliao put what looked like a censer in his hand on the jade table.
"What is this?" Ding Hu frowned, not wanting to touch the ink-filled thing.
"Can I borrow a pot of water?" Mo Tianliao straightened his clothes and smoothed his messy bun.
The maid of Liu Yunzong quickly brought a pot of water, Mo Tianliao first washed his face with water, and then poured the pot of water on the "incense burner".
Wow, as the water washed away, the jet-black ink was washed away, leaving behind a crystal clear miniature palace. Truly a palace!
After the ink is refined from the Xuankong Stone, it is completely transparent. Flowing along the flying tiles, carved beams and painted buildings, only the size of the incense burner held by two hands, but it is very delicate everywhere, just like a real palace. Through the crystal clear wall, you can clearly see the furnishings inside, tables and chairs, beds, incense burners, low tables, a rocking chair carved from spar on Xiao Xie, and a gauze curtain made of mackerel hanging on the head of the bed.
Even if this is not a magic weapon, it is just a carving, it is already the pinnacle!
Everyone gathered around the exquisite little palace and marveled at the ingenious workmanship, but Ding Ziyu couldn't focus his eyes on the table, but stared at the handsome face whose ink had been washed away. Sword eyebrows, star eyes, deep facial features, and a little strangely handsome, he will never forget the face of Venerable Calcined Heaven!