Chapter 279： The old monster of the corpse, the magical flower (please subscribe)

Chapter 279: The old monster with corpse in the sky, the magical flower (please subscribe)

Return to the Sunset City Inn.

While Wei Tu was sorting out his harvest, he was trying to figure out the unintentional remark made by the leader of the Sand Bandit Association.

“Is it Yuan Ping’s collusion, or are the sand bandits specially supported by Master Hedi?”

He was puzzled.

—Yuanping is a close disciple of Master Hedi.

The forces of the righteous path, unlike the forces of the evil path, need black gloves to handle some shady matters.

The Sand Bandits Club fits the characteristics of Black Gloves exactly.

Wei Tu does not think it is a coincidence that it has not been wiped out by the three major divisions for a long time.

“It has little to do with me, no need to pay too much attention.” Wei Tu gathered his thoughts and shook his head.

Although Divine Master Hedi has no dealings with Divine Master Dulong, he will not vent his anger on a small person like him. If nothing happens, he and the Sand Bandits will not have much contact or interaction in the future.

The Holy Spring Meeting is a grand gathering held only once every two hundred years by the three major tribes, and gathers more than 90% of the high priests and archmages of the three major tribes.

Where there are many people, there is business.

Wufu Chamber of Commerce, the first of the three major chambers of commerce, also settled in Sunset City early before the opening of the Holy Spring Society, and successively held large-scale auctions to auction off various treasures.

Using the auction platform, Wei Tu purchased a lot of third-level monster skins and various elixirs.

At the same time, Wei Tu also posted the last ingredient "Tu Jingzhi" needed to refine "Purple Candle Pill" on the elixir "reward area" of the Wufu Chamber of Commerce, hoping that a monk would trade this with him. Panacea.

Purple Candle Pill is a third-level high-grade elixir. Once he gets enough of this elixir, he can save decades of time in his future journey.

But it’s a pity.

Until the sword trial meeting and the holy spring meeting started, no one took off the reward plaque of "Tu Jingzhi".

…

Sunset City, Square.

The sword trial meeting was held as scheduled.

Weitu and High Priest Dia left the inn together and followed the flow of people to observe the competition.

Three major tribes competed, with six people from each tribe, and a total of eighteen young Jindan competed for strength.

After sitting down at the Ying Ding Department's seat, Wei Tu glanced at the monks standing in front of him, participating in the competition.

On the side of Ying Ding, the familiar people include the Yuan Jie, Baohua of Cang Kun League, and Yuan Ping, the disciples of the gods of Heidi, and "Yue Qian" on the recommendation list.

Wei Tu had never seen the remaining two people in Ying Ding's department.

However, one thing worth noting is that these two people seem to be twin brothers, they look similar, they are both handsome and fair.

“These two people should be disciples of Master Donglai. Master Donglai has lived in Sunset City for a long time and is not in the Yingding Department.”

High Priest Tia communicated with Wei Tu.

Like Wei Tu, he did not recognize the sudden appearance of these two twin brothers in Ying Ding's department.

"K."

Wei Tu nodded in agreement.

Master Donglai is the last of the three great masters of the Ying Ding tribe.

He is also the most low-key among the three great masters.

Sit down when you see Wei Tu.

Yuan Jie and Baohua Fairy, who were in front, walked over naturally and greeted Wei Tu.

This scene actually attracted many priests and mages of the Ying Ding tribe to pay attention to Wei Tu.

However, when they saw clearly that Yuan Jie and the other two were greeting Wei Tu, they looked like they were convinced that this was indeed the case.

After all, Wei Tu is a rare third-level alchemist and third-level talisman master in Ying Ding's tribe.

Although Taoist Wolf Slayer's blackmail caused a lot of damage to Wei Tu's reputation, many monks believed that Wei Tu was a "soft persimmon" who was cowardly and fearful of trouble. But at the same time, the successful refining of the Selling Essence Pill also let the cultivators know one thing - Wei Tu is already a third-level alchemy master and has the strength to refine third-level elixirs.

Under the circumstances, Wei Tu's status within Ying Ding's department has become higher and higher.

After all, few monks have the strength of the Taoist Wolf Slayer and dare to blackmail a True Lord of the Golden Pill.

In addition, Taoist Master Zhan Lang was driven away by Prince Youxian's Mansion because he offended Wei Tu.

Even Prince Youxian’s Mansion is rushing to curry favor with him, so how can other forces look down on Wei Tu.

After chatting briefly for a while.

Yuan Jie took out a jade slip and handed it to Wei Tu, "This is the information of the three candidates. Fellow Daoist Wei may be useful later."

“Thank you so much, fellow Taoist Yuan.” Wei Tu accepted the jade slip and stood up to say thank you.

He understood what Yuan Jie meant.

After the Sword Trial Conference begins, a bookmaker will make bets for each competition, setting the odds, and depending on the outcome of the competition, you will win or lose.

Few of the three major monks present would refuse to participate in this joyful event.

With this detailed information about his strength, if Wei Tu wanted to gamble, his chances of winning would be correspondingly higher.

Weitu has no interest in gambling. With his ability to make money, there is no need to think about this evil way.

However, he is interested in knowing the detailed information of the other two reference monks.

The monks participating in the competition, except for casual cultivators, are all young golden elixirs from various departments. They not only have high potential, but also have high status.

He may encounter it one day in the future.

"Old monster with a corpse in the sky?" Wei Tu glanced at the jade slips and found that one of the monks in the Fengwu tribe called him by this name, and he couldn't help but frowned.

How can any young monk call himself an "old weirdo"? Isn't this ridiculous?

However, Wei Tu thought about it and thought that this old weird name might have been named after he was building the foundation.

Like Yu Tong, it was a breakthrough at an advanced age.

Hence this name was adopted.

Wei Tu looked at the origin of the old monster of the corpse, and it was clearly marked on the jade slip: he was a casual cultivator in the state of Zheng, and he mastered the secret technique of the corpse path.

“I never heard of it when I was in Zheng State.” Wei Tu thought about it carefully and shook his head.

Of course, based on this alone, Wei Tu would not think that the origin of the old monster of the Heavenly Corpse was suspicious. After all, it was impossible for him to know all the casual cultivators of Zheng Guo.

Next.

Wei Tu looks at other reference monks.

There are two monks who, like the old monster of the Heavenly Corpse, also have weird names. They call themselves Old Man So-and-so and Sanren So-and-so.

Hunted together, the name of the old monster of the Sky Corpse seems somewhat normal.

the other side.

At the table of Fengwu tribe.

"Third brother?" An old man in a raincoat, as if sensing something, glanced in the direction of Wei Tu, with a slightly complicated look in his eyes.

“It has been nearly a hundred years since we parted ways in Qiyue Mountain. Unexpectedly, you and I will meet again in Sunset City…”

The old man in coir raincoat sighed softly.

“Unfortunately, now is not the time to meet.” The old man in coir raincoat looked determined, and his aging face was once again covered with twisted dark red weird lines.

His expression became much colder at this moment, as if he was refusing to let strangers in.

"Fellow Taoist Heavenly Corpse, as long as you get the top three seats and promise you the "Rongshen Flower", I will definitely hand over my body to the Taoist friends, and I will never break my promise."

At this time, next to the old man in coir raincoat, a beautiful woman in black skirt looked at him steadily and said with a sweet smile.

(End of this chapter)