A team of four people arrived at Fenglei Town. In Fenglei Town, monks gathered together. Along the way, many monks looked at Lin Mutou with envy.
"Tsk, who is this person? Wearing such high-end armor, and accompanied by three beauties!!"
"I don't know which family's dandy, aren't these ladies from the Lan family?"
"Is it possible that this person is more powerful than the Lan family? That's why he attracted the Lan family's support?"
"This person should not be underestimated. Although he has not yet opened the Divine Tower, he is able to make one female cultivator of the fifth level of the Divine Tower and two female cultivators of the fourth level of the Divine Tower follow him. This shows how strong his background is!"
Wherever they passed by, they were all whispering and talking about Lin Mu. This did not make Lin Mu feel any sense of satisfaction. He still looked as if he was in an ancient well and walked forward leisurely.
Although Lin Mu and his party attracted more attention, when they arrived at the square where Xiandou was, they were quickly overwhelmed by the huge flow of people. The two sisters Lan Lan went to find Lan Jiufang.
"Let's go buy two tickets to watch the game." Lan Zixin pulled Lin Mu towards the place where the tickets for the game were sold.
Suddenly, Lin Mu's pupils shrank, and he seemed to have discovered a familiar aura. This aura was quickly diluted in the flow of people. "Could it be that Long Ye appeared? Is it her?"
"What are you thinking about? Are you thinking about other women?" Lan Zixin turned her head and looked at Lin Mu and asked.
"You really guessed it right, I'm thinking of a girl...!" Lin Mu suddenly paused at this point. He didn't dare to notice the rich aura of dragon leaves, and he also sensed a trace of murderous intent.
He thought to himself: "Could something happen today?"
"I don't allow you to think about other women, only me, you know?" Lan Zixin curled her lips in dissatisfaction, and pulled Lin Mu up to the ticket office. "Give me two talismans for admission."
"Two pieces of fairy jade and one piece...!" The female cultivator who bought the ticket had an indifferent expression on her face, as if her own psychology was distorted when she saw Lan Zixin pulling the man.
"Two pieces of fairy jade? Are you trying to rob...!!" Lan Zixin looked gloomy. "Brother Lin Mu, let's go. We won't watch anymore."
"Humph, forget it if you don't buy it. The price will be higher later. This is still cheap." The female cultivator snorted and said disdainfully.
"The thing that Master cares about most, I have to cheer for her!" Lin Mu said helplessly, and then threw four fairy jade to the female cultivator. "Buy two!"
"The Immortal Couple, I want five immortal jades. One is still missing." The female cultivator said calmly. She put the four immortal jades in her hands and looked at them carefully.
"We don't want Cepheus." Lin Mu quickly explained.
"No, no, no, I want the Immortal Couple...!" Upon hearing Lin Mu's words, Lan Zixin couldn't wait to rush in. As she said that, she added a piece of Immortal Jade very wisely.
"Well, here are the magic talismans for you." As she said that, the female cultivator put all five fairy jades into the storage bag, and then handed the two magic talismans to Lin Mu, but Lan Zixin snatched them away.
"You want to get close to my brother Lin Mu!? There is no way." After grabbing the magic talisman, she said proudly, pulled up Lin Mu and walked towards the entrance.
At this time, Lin Mu saw a group of five people in the distance. Among the five people, there were two women and three men. Although one of the women did not look very similar to Long Ye, the aura on her body was very similar.
The moment the woman saw the forest trees, the pupils in her eyes suddenly shrank. She seemed to have whispered something to a female cultivator beside her, and then said no more.
Although Lin Mu was confused, he noticed a hint of murderous intent from these five people. He pretended not to see it, chatted with Lan Zixin, and walked slowly into the square. Follow
The mark on the talisman quickly found the seat.
There are more than 88 places to register for the Xian Shuai election this time, which means it is for good luck. The five immortal kings under the immortal king Han Xiangzi will serve as judges for the election. Eighty-eight people, after five rounds of duel, the first round
Forty-four were eliminated. Then sixteen monks were selected from the forty-four eliminated to form sixty running monks. Then came the third election, and thirty were selected in the third election.
The top ten monks selected in the semi-finals will then be selected in the Fenglei Town sub-district and integrated with the top ten monks in the other four divisions to run again. In this way, the top ten monks will be eliminated one by one and become the Immortal Commander.
Naturally, this kind of election is the first of its kind in the entire fairy world. In the past, promotions were based on merit. Therefore, if the monks in this election can directly become the first, they will also be rewarded with 300,000 merit points.
An immortal soldier has one point of merit, an immortal warrior has ten merit points, an immortal guard has one hundred merit points, an immortal envoy has one thousand merit points, an immortal general has ten thousand merit points, and an immortal commander has one hundred thousand merit points.
This time, the merit reward of 300,000 yuan means becoming a third-level immortal commander.
The power of the Immortal Commander depends on how many merits he has. If he has 300,000 merits, it means he can command an immortal army of nearly 300,000 people.
In this election, Lin Mu is not optimistic about Lan Lan and Lan Feiyu. The two of them also know in their hearts that with their fifth-level cultivation, it is impossible to compete with other sixth-level monks. This time, they are just to experience a battle.
Fan.
Many monks in the sixth rank of their families were unable to be promoted to Immortal Commander due to insufficient merit points, so they put all their hopes on this competition.
It wasn't until the afternoon that it was Lan Feiyu's turn to compete with Lan Lan. First, Lan Feiyu appeared. In this competition, there were many monks from the Lan family, but Lin Mu didn't know them. He was the only one who knew these two, Lan Feiyu.
Yu's cultivation level is at the mid-level of fifth rank, and her combat ability is actually quite proficient. The key point is that she is also equipped with a set of level seven golden armor and a level seven ice crystal staff.
The whole person stood in the air in the square, and the hunting fairy wind blew her black hair, and gusts of cold wind spread out from her body. Although her opponent also had a fifth-level cultivation, she was much weaker in comparison.
momentum.
"Brother Zhuge, please!!" Lan Feiyu cupped her fists and bowed politely.
"Miss Lan, you're welcome." The young man cupped his fists, grabbed a long snake-like spear in his hand, and swung it in the air. With this movement, waves of fishy wind flowed out of the spear.
"This..., this spear turned out to be a top-grade immortal weapon that sealed the fifth-level immortal beast Candle Dragon Snake Spirit." As soon as the spear came out, some of the knowledgeable monks among the surrounding monks immediately exclaimed.
However, Lan Feiyu also moved at this time, and the staff made of seventh-level ice crystals in his hand was not a decoration. As soon as the staff moved, a tearing sound came from the staff, and there was a strong wind in the field.
The snow was flying like countless flying knives flying through the air.
"What kind of magic weapon is this?" Although Lin Mu had studied the basic knowledge of weapon refining for five days, he really couldn't understand the magic weapon in Lan Feiyu's hand.
"What have you been studying these days? It's not like you're flirting with Lan, right? I don't even know that." Lan Zixin expressed deep disdain, then laughed and said, "Sister Feiyu's hand is in my hands.
My magical weapon is a seventh-level ice crystal fairy weapon that my grandfather refined in his early years. My grandfather named it 'Xueluo Wuhen'. The spirit sealed on Xueluo Wuhen is the eighth-level fairy beast Snow Bear. My grandfather's magic weapon in his early years
At that time, he only had a level six cultivation level and was no match for an eighth-level immortal beast. The blood bear beast was dying at that time, so grandpa had the mentality of giving it a try, but who knew, it turned out to be the case. The snow bear beast's
The soul is refined into a weapon spirit. If you really want to say it, this magical weapon is worthy of being a high-level immortal weapon. It is much stronger than those high-grade immortal weapons."
As soon as she talked about this, Lan Zixin started to talk eloquently.
"How do you know so clearly?" Lin Mu asked seemingly casually. In fact, he had already seen that Lan Zixin still liked 'Xueluo Wuhen'.
"Actually, I have always wanted 'Xueluo Wuhen'. Unfortunately, grandpa gave it to sister Feiyu." Sure enough, it was as expected by Lin Mu.
While these two people were talking, Lan Feiyu's immortal fighting match was completely over. Lan Feiyu just used an advanced immortal technique, 'Snowflake Fist', and blasted the monk directly out of the arena.
After Lan Feiyu appeared, Lan Lan appeared. Opponent to Lan Lan was a middle-aged male cultivator. His age should be almost the same as Lan Jiufang, but his cultivation level was only at Rank 5. For Xuan
For people like Mu, the fifth rank of Shenque is already very impressive, and many fifth rank monks are already immortal generals.
"Little girl, you should abstain!" the middle-aged male cultivator said in a very rude and contemptuous manner.
"Haha...! Thank you uncle for your teaching, but the little girl still wants to learn his magic." Lan Lan had already taken out her magic weapon, and an ancient scroll made of eighth-level heavenly silk appeared in her hand.
In hand. "Please...!"
As soon as this scroll came out, not only the middle-aged male cultivator was a little surprised, but also all the spectators around showed shocked expressions.
"Wow...!!" Countless gasping voices sounded. The middle-aged male cultivator looked shocked and asked doubtfully: "Could this be the "Picture of Mountains and Rivers of Gods and Ghosts" refined by Mr. Guiguzi?"
"What? This is actually "The Picture of Mountains and Rivers of Gods and Ghosts"?"
"How is that possible? Mr. Guiguzi ascended to the divine world five hundred years ago. How come there are still his immortal weapons left here?"
"Isn't this person the second young lady of the Lan family? Why didn't she use the magical weapon of the Lan family? Instead, she used the magical weapon refined by Guiguzi?"
"You're stupid!! This "Picture of Mountains and Rivers of Gods and Ghosts" is an ancient immortal weapon. If an earth-type monk displays it, its effect will be earth-shaking, and even an immortal commander will find it difficult to resist."
"What? Even the immortal commander can't resist?" A watching monk was so frightened that he foamed at the mouth and fainted.
The monks watching all around were noisy, but Lan Zixin curled his lips in dissatisfaction and snorted: "What is "The Picture of Mountains and Rivers of Gods and Ghosts"? That is a rubbish immortal artifact that his fifth uncle made rubbings of somewhere. Look,
It's better to scare these idiots than my 'snow-moving ground fan'."