"Why are there two suns in the sky?" Lin San stood in the medicine garden, raising his head and squinting, looking at the two radiant suns in the sky: "They are one big and one small, they can't be mother and son, right? "Lin San has always been curious about the two suns in the spiritual world.
"Tap tap tap..." A sound of footsteps suddenly came from behind.
Lin San turned around and saw that it was Hai Mingsheng: "Hey, you're here to pick water flowers again,"
At this time, Hemingsheng looked haggard, his eyes were dull, and he was walking a little staggeringly.
"What's wrong with you?" Lin San stepped forward to support Hai Mingsheng.
Hai Mingsheng shook his head: "It's okay, I just haven't slept for several days."
"I haven't slept for several days, what's going on?" Lin San was stunned.
"Alas..." Hai Mingsheng sighed: "Because I made a mistake, the manager will punish me. Okay, I won't tell you anymore. I'm going to pick the elixir. This is the warrant," Hai Mingsheng stuffed it into Lin San took a piece of paper and a small bag to pick the elixir.
When Lin San saw that Hai Mingsheng was not in good health, he took the initiative to help Hai Mingsheng pick the elixir together.
After all, two people can work faster than one person. After a while, Hemingsheng's small bag was full.
"Hey..." Hai Mingsheng breathed out: "Lin San, thank you,"
"What are you talking about? We are friends and we should help each other," Lin San said with a smile.
Hai Mingsheng wiped the sweat from his forehead: "Okay, I'm going to leave now. We'll talk later." After saying that, Hai Mingsheng raised his feet and walked out of the medicine garden.
Lin San saw him off personally and told Hemingsheng to take a rest on the way.
After sending Hemingsheng away, Lin San picked up the kettle and started watering the elixirs.
One day passed.
At dawn the next day, Hu Yong arrived at the elixir garden.
"Senior Brother Hu, why are you free to come to my place today," Lin San greeted politely.
"Haha...Junior brother Lin, I'm here to tell you something," Hu Yong went straight to the topic without further ado: "In a few days, the Nanyue Kingdom Immortal Cultivation Sect disciples' competition will be held at Qingyue Sect. When the Qingyue Sect determines the contestants, if Junior Brother Lin is willing, he can go to the 'Meeting Hall' to sign up. After passing the assessment, he can represent the Qingyue Sect in the competition,"
"The competition among the disciples of the Immortal Cultivation Sect," Lin San frowned.
"Every ten years, Nanyue Kingdom will hold a grand competition among the immortal cultivating sects. The winner will be directly awarded the title of the largest cultivating sect in Nanyue Kingdom. This competition has been held three times, and in the end, Qingyue Sect won." Hu Yong briefly explained a few words.
Lin San nodded: "So that's what happened,"
"Junior Brother Lin, do you want to sign up?" Hu Yong asked.
Lin San pondered for a moment: "Will there be any rewards for participating in the competition?"
Hu Yong smiled: "That's for sure. As long as you can win, you will get generous rewards. Let me tell you a little bit. I heard that the rewards this time are a powerful magic weapon and a large amount of spiritual stones."
"Magic weapon," Lin San's eyes lit up.
Hu Yong nodded: "It is a magic weapon that several elders jointly refined. I heard it is very powerful."
Lin San has been in the spirit world for a long time, and he has a certain understanding of some things. Generally, people in the foundation stage of Qi training can only use magic weapons, that is, weapons with spiritual energy. People in the Golden Core stage can practice it by themselves. To make a magic weapon, the shape of the magic weapon can be set according to your own requirements. For example, if you like swords, then when refining, you can make the magic weapon into a knife or a sword. If you like a hammer, you can also refine it. Into the shape of a hammer.
The magic weapon is good, but unfortunately it is quite difficult to refine. First of all, it requires a large amount of materials. The more powerful the magic weapon is, the rarer the materials required. Secondly, it takes a long time to refine and cultivate the magic weapon. Things are spiritual, and the longer they are cultivated, the greater their power will be.
Magic weapons are also divided into levels. The better the materials for refining, the higher the level of the magic weapon.
The Wind Chasing Sword in Lin San's storage ring is actually a high-level magic weapon. The only regret is that when Ziling Fairy refined the Wind Chasing Sword, the materials used were not very rare, resulting in many Wind Chasing Swords. The effect is not fully exerted, but after all, it is from the hands of gods, so the power is still considerable.
"Brother Hu, how can I participate in the competition?" Lin San was immediately moved when he heard that the winner would be rewarded with a powerful magic weapon and spiritual stone.
"The steps are very simple. First, go to the meeting hall to sign up, and then accept the test of the elders. After passing the test, you can represent the Qingyue Sect in the competition. According to what I pointed out, there are only ten places for each sect to participate in the competition. The competition is still very fierce. Hu Yong said with a smile: "It is estimated that the entrance to the meeting hall is already full of people. You must know that this competition is also a good opportunity to stand out."
"I'll sign up immediately." Lin San was impatient. As soon as he heard about this good thing, he couldn't hold it in any longer. But he stopped as soon as he took a step and turned to look at Hu Yong: "Brother Hu, can I I want to ask you something,"
"Say," Hu Yong nodded.
"Um, are there any masters from the Nascent Soul stage participating in this competition?" Lin San asked worriedly.
Hu Yong was stunned for a moment, then laughed: "Don't worry, the highest level of cultivation required to participate in the competition is the Golden Core stage. Masters at the Nascent Soul stage will not participate in the competition,"
"Then I'm relieved," Lin San breathed out, "I'm going to sign up," and after saying that, he hurried to open the medicine garden.
Looking at Lin San's retreating back, Hu Yong's lips curled up slightly: "He is really impatient."
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When Lin San rushed to the meeting hall, the door of the meeting hall was already crowded with people, most of whom were disciples in the foundation stage of Qi training.
"Hu Yong really guessed it right. There are so many people who signed up," Lin San grinned secretly.
With so many pairs of eyes watching at the scene, it was impossible for Lin San to jump in line, so he could only obediently stay next to him.
Time passed little by little.
When it was Lin San's turn to sign up, it was already dark.
Lin San walked into the main hall and saw a large wooden table placed on the left side of the main hall. Two men were sitting behind the wooden table. At this time, the two men were holding brushes and writing something on the paper. Lin San used After searching with his spiritual sense, he discovered that these two men were both at the middle stage of Jindan cultivation.
"Why are you still in a daze? Hurry up and sign up. There are many people waiting outside," a dark-skinned man looked up at Lin San, his face full of dissatisfaction.
Lin San came to his senses and walked to the wooden table in a few steps: "Hello, two senior brothers,"
The dark-skinned man handed Lin San a piece of paper and a brush: "Write down your name, the exercises you practice, and your current level of cultivation."
Lin San responded, picked up the brush and quickly wrote down his situation on the paper.
The dark-skinned young man picked up a wooden sign from the table leg and threw it to Lin San: "Go to the competition field the day after tomorrow to take the assessment."
Lin San thanked him, took the wooden sign and left the meeting hall.
The day after tomorrow will come soon.
Lin San rushed to the arena early in the morning. At this time, the arena was crowded with people, all of them disciples who came to take the assessment.
With the sound of a gong, a middle-aged man wearing a white robe walked out of the inner room of the arena: "Hello everyone, I am Wang Shuhai, the steward of the arena. I will be in charge of your assessment today."
Hundreds of disciples stood quietly in the hall, and no one spoke. It seemed that their personal discipline was pretty good.