The temple of gods that disrupted the elixir market left the market sadly with a blood loss.

Without this troublemaker, Wanyao Valley was relieved and began to adjust the price of elixirs.

Gather the energy and disperse it, one thousand.

Crystal Pill, ten thousand.

Well, the benefits of all beings end here.

The new price given by Wanyao Valley is pretty good, after all, there is still a qualification to improve further in terms of effectiveness.

On the other hand, the Ice and Snow Holy Palace in Beihan Continent got twenty times the Gathering Qi Dispersion from somewhere. After the pharmacy shop was opened, it directly priced at 5,000 yuan. If you like to buy it, don’t buy it!

"puff!"

When Chen Qianqiu heard the news, he sprayed out a mouthful of tea: "She really dares to sell it!"

"Brother Shen."

Yao Hongling said weakly: "Or what if my Wan Yao Valley is selling so high?"

"Can you make up your mind?"

"Well……"

Chen Qianqiu said: "Jiqi San provides 100,000 yuan per month, and Crystal Pills provide 10,000 yuan per month, saving some selling points."

Without the Temple of the Gods, he will not always refine alchemy. If the price increases, his profits will also increase. Sales will definitely decline, so there is no need to hurry up.

"Uh-huh."

Yao Hongling handed over the space ring and said with a smile: "Thank you, Brother Shen for your help. Please accept these 20 million."

"See you out."

Chen Qianqiu said, and the ring had been taken over.

Money is useless to him, but sometimes it always works, and it is just in case it is put in his pocket.

"The sect has a lot to deal with, so I'll leave first."

“Be careful all the way.”

"Brother Shen, I often come to Wanyao Valley to play when I have time."

"Um."

After watching Yao Hongling leave, Chen Qianqiu continued to lie under the gourd vine, thinking about how to help his apprentice improve his cultivation quickly.

He had previously assigned a few people a lot of first-grade spirit stones, but after taking the second step, the effect dropped sharply, which made him judge that although the effect of this spirit stone was terrifying, it might only be limited to the first step.

"It should be of medium quality, right?"

Chen Qianqiu muttered in his heart.

If so, he naturally hopes to use this to help his disciple improve his realm, but it has not yet appeared and he can only rely on his own local methods.

The so-called local method is to engage in actual combat frantically.

"Qingyang City will hold a martial arts competition soon. The first place will receive 5,000 spirit stones, so your disciples can sign up for the participation."

"There is also Longquan City, and there seems to be similar events being held."

Chen Qianqiu tried hard to recall the various events that were about to be held in various cities, and then called all five of them over and distributed them one by one, saying, "Bring the champion back to the teacher."

"yes!"

Tie Dazhu shouted at the top of his throat.

Practicing on the mountain is boring, and it is fun to go out to practice practically!

"Go."

"yes!"

All the disciples took the order and went down the mountain together.

"Junior brothers and sisters!" As soon as he walked out of Guhua Mountain, Tie Dazhu suddenly stopped and closed his eyes and said, "Did you smell it?"

"What do you smell?"

"Free breath!"

“…”

Freedom is pretty good, but in Guhua Mountain, there is Chen Qianqiu protection, at least it is safe and worry-free. When you walk down the mountain to enjoy the breath of freedom, you must wear three layers of bulletproof vest in advance.

"Senior Brother." Shang Shaoyan said worriedly: "I have heard of the competition held in Feiyangcheng. The age limit seems to be fifty years old. There are many older contestants participating every year. You must be careful."

"snort."

Tie Dazhu said disdainfully: "Senior brother, I have participated in countless competitions over the years. What kind of opponent have I never seen? Don't worry, the champion will not run away. But you, don't embarrass your master!"

Shang Shaoyan said firmly: "I will definitely win and prove myself to my master!"

"I'm the same!" Song Ning'er said seriously.

"Why."

Lin Titang, who was walking in front, shook his head and said, "Aren't you just participating in a competition? Is it so serious?"

He was only second to his senior brother when he was able to go down the mountain to experience his experience, because he could finally enter the bustling city and finally appreciate the beauty!

"Don't talk nonsense."

Leng Xingquan said: "Hurry on the way."

Because the five people were going to five different cities, they separated at the intersection at the foot of the mountain, gave each other encouragement eyes, and then embarked on the road to participate in the competition.

Chen Qianqiu, who was standing on the mountain, watched his disciples gradually fade away and said with his back: "This is the first step for you to become famous."

Contest.

The unchanging routine of fantasy novels.

Its existence is used to increase popularity.

Haven’t you seen how many protagonists have been struck from small, big, world, and universe, and finally become super-existing that shocks the world?

A warrior who has never experienced a game or played on the ring is incomplete!

...

Qingyang City.

Shang Shaoyan walked in and his face turned red.

The last time I came here, I was really a little shy.

Fortunately, no one recognized it.

I came to the registration office, filled in my name, age and cultivation, and obtained the qualification to participate in the martial arts competition.

Because the reward is 5,000 spirit stones, it attracted many young men from surrounding cities. Most of them are in their twenties and have high or low realms.

"call!"

On the day of the game, Shang Shaoyan sat in the waiting area of ​​the field and took a deep breath.

Professional training for three months.

He also used to be a branch of the Temple of Gods with his fellow disciples.

But for the first time I went on stage to compete as a contestant, I felt very nervous.

Song Ning'er is the same. The Longquan City competition is about to begin. Because she is too nervous, she bumps around at the registration office.

"sorry!"

"sorry!"

The little girl hit someone and hurriedly apologized, and she looked very cute in panic.

Most warriors saw that they were seven or eight years old girls, and most of them didn't take it seriously. They just met someone with a irritable personality. They turned around and said angrily: "Are you blind?"

"Sorry! Sorry!"

Song Ning'er kept bowing her head to apologize.

"I slap you and apologize to you, okay?" The warrior said as he raised his hand, but was about to wave it, the cold sword suddenly stuck to his neck. Leng Xingquan stood behind him at some point, and said coldly: "No."

"Senior Brother Third!"

Song Ning'er said in surprise: "Why are you here!"

"Passing by." Leng Xingquan's Dragon Roar Sword approached a lot again. The warrior's anger disappeared and hurriedly said: "Friend, calm down! Calm down!"

"roll."

"I'll get out, I'll get out!"

After the warrior said that, he ran away in horror.

Leng Xingquan put his sword in the sheath, stood in front of his junior sister with his hands on his chest, as if he was not going to leave.
To be continued...