[69 Book Bar - www.] Wu Jianmen’s reception dinner was quite sumptuous, but for Yang Quan and Liu Bowen, they were not used to it. Except for some fruits and vegetables, they almost didn’t touch the meat. Ren Wei Meng
The introduction was so exciting that neither of them moved a single chopstick. The deer whip of the deer spirit, the meat of the mang spirit, the cat claw soup of the tmall spirit, etc. are all meat that has become a monster. On the earth, everything has
Animals that have become spiritual are generally not killed for food, let alone spirits that have become spirits and have their own consciousness. This is the reason why they don't use chopsticks.
After the reception dinner, Wei Meng was embarrassed to bring the two of them to the main hall for tea. He thought that the food was not cooked well and the two distinguished guests had no appetite. However, while drinking tea, he saw that the two guests were very fond of the tea.
I like it, so I feel relieved.
"This tea grows on the cliffs. It is not easy to pick. The quantity is not much, only two or three kilograms per year. But this tea is really good!" Wei Meng explained quickly when he saw that the two of them liked it.
"It's really good. It has a refreshing fragrance in the mouth, not too strong, not too light, and it's sweet in the throat, which is very thirst-quenching!" Yang Quan finished speaking and took another sip.
"If you like it, little friend, I will send a package to the guest room!"
"Thank you very much! By the way, can you explain the rules of the sword sharpening competition to Master and Yang now? We understand it now before we can prepare!" Yang Quan put down his tea cup and asked politely.
"The Sword Sharpening Conference is held every hundred years and is hosted by the Sword Sharpening Sect!" Wei Meng immediately began to explain.
"It takes a hundred years to sharpen a sword, but it still has its edge without showing it? It turns out to be a sword sharpening meeting!" Yang Quan suddenly thought of that nursery rhyme.
"Yes, it turns out that the little friend also knows this nursery rhyme!"
"Yes, when we first arrived at Mojian Continent, we heard the children in your village at the foot of the mountain singing!"
"This nursery rhyme has been circulating for countless years. I don't know how many years exactly. It is just praising the ancestor of the sword-sharpening sect, not the current head of the sword-sharpening sect!" Wei Meng then said: "The sword-sharpening sect is the sect of the sword-sharpening sect.
Created by the Sword Ancestor, it is said that he did not sharpen many swords, only one was produced every hundred years, but each one is a treasure. The combat power of a sword is not weaker than that of a saint-level powerful one. After that, the sword is sharpened.
The ancestor has retired, so in order to commemorate him and carry forward the sword-sharpening sect, a sword-sharpening competition will be held every one hundred years!"
"I see, then what's the way to compete?" Yang Quan and Liu Bowen both became interested. They looked at each other, then turned around and asked.
"It's like this. The contestants must work in pairs. One person competes in weapon training and the other competes in fighting. In addition, they also need an invitation from the Sword Grinding Sect to participate. Both of them should have invitations, right?" Wei Meng said seriously.
He looked at Yang Quan and Liu Bowen.
The two of them were stunned, not knowing what kind of invitation they wanted. Yang Quan waved his hand and said he didn't have one.
"That's it! That's okay. As a sect in this continent, our Wujian Sect has an invitation card. We won't go this time and let seniors and friends go!" Wei Meng thought for a moment and then made this decision.
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"Why is this so embarrassing?" Liu Bowen spoke up this time.
"Senior, don't be polite. Our sect has also participated once, and the master went to participate, but he didn't get any rankings, so it's okay not to go this time. Let's give the opportunity to senior, and this is the gratitude of the Wujian Sect!"
"In that case, Master, just accept it and take your disciple in to see it!" Yang Quan said and winked at Liu Bowen.
"Then thank you Daoist Fellow Wei!" Liu Bowen said, cupping his fists.
"You're welcome, but the competition is very dangerous. If it's a kid participating in the competition, then Wei said bluntly, kid, it's better not to go to avoid any accidents!" Wei Meng glanced at Yang Quan, obviously not interested in his golden elixir.
The young monk is not optimistic about it.
"Oh? Why is that?" Yang Quan wanted to laugh in his heart, but asked pretending to be confused.
"Those who participate in the weapon-refining competition are generally those who are above the Saint Realm and have superb weapon-refining skills. Those who participate in the competition are generally genius disciples of sects whose realm is limited to the Saint Realm. Generally, these disciples are semi-saints.
Some of the talented disciples at the same level can even challenge higher levels, and often these disciples will be given sacred weapons by their masters, so those who compete are very strong. Although my friend is extraordinary, his realm is still far behind!" Wei Meng
When saying this, I dare not be too direct.
Yang Quan was speechless. This guy directly said that he was not strong enough and would be embarrassed if he went to die. He didn't mean to express this after saying it for a long time, but he was not angry, but said with a faint smile: "Is there any competition?
What are the restrictions, such as stopping on click, or not hurting or killing others?”
"That's not true. As long as you smash the opponent's identity tag, you will be victorious. As for what method you use, no one will care about you. No one will care about hurting or killing people!" Wei Meng explained.
"Oh!" Yang Quan said nothing more and picked up the teacup and continued drinking tea. Wei Meng thought he was scared and smiled inwardly, but did not show any emotion.
"The reward should be good, right?" Yang Quan asked without raising his head while drinking tea.
"The weapons refining competition is very rich in rewards. The finished products are handed over to the judging panel to judge the top 100, and then the weapons trained by these 100 people are awarded as prizes to the top 100 in the competition!
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"Oh, I see, it's such a fresh competition system!" Yang Quan felt more and more interesting: "Then what are the rewards for the top 100 in the weapon refining competition?"
"The first place is a top-quality holy weapon plus three Phoenix Nirvana Pills, which was refined by the head of the Mojian Sect and the elders. The second place is two Phoenix Nirvana Pills. The third place is only
One piece, and the fourth to the 100th place will get the opportunity to enter the Mojianmen Hidden Scroll Pavilion for viewing!"
"The reward is indeed rich. Needless to say, the top-grade holy weapon must be a good thing, but what is the use of the elixir?" Yang Quan heard about the top-grade elixir for the first time after coming out of the earth.
"It is said that when monks take it when they are going through the great tribulation of the Holy Realm, their success rate is as high as 90%!"
Hiss, Yang Quan and Liu Bowen took a breath of air-conditioning at the same time. If you get such an elixir, you have a 90% chance of cultivating a great master in the holy realm. No wonder everyone is risking their lives to participate in this competition.
"It is precisely because the rewards are so generous that many saints from other continents have come to participate in this competition. They even fought to death for an invitation!" Wei Meng took out a jade plaque from his arms and handed it over.
He gave it to Liu Bowen and said, "Senior, this jade sign is the invitation card!"
Liu Bowen took the jade plaque and looked at it carefully. The jade plaque was warm and made of high quality. Then he looked into it and saw only a few lines of words: Invitation to the Third Sword Sharpening Competition, No. 3920, Sword Sharpening Gate
Engraved, there is also a portrait of an old man with an immortal air, holding a sword in his backhand, and then looking back with a calm expression.
"Number 3920, does that mean that there are at least 3,920 people participating in the competition this time?" Liu Bowen asked in surprise. All those participating in the weapon refining competition are Saint Realm or above, which means that there are nearly four people participating in the competition.
Thousands of saints.
"Exactly, but there were 5,000 invitations sent out last time, and there will definitely be more this time!"
Yang Quan took the jade tablet from Liu Bowen's hand, looked into it, and then asked: "This old man should be the ancestor of sword sharpening, right?"
"Well, yes, this painting was painted when he retired more than three hundred years ago, and then he wandered around. No one has seen him for more than three hundred years. Legend has it that he ascended to the fairyland! But the legend is after all
No one has seen the legend with their own eyes, and no one knows whether it is true or false, but even if it is false, no one dares to say it because they dare not offend the Mojian Sect!" Wei Meng said with a smile.
"Understood! Master, what do you think about it? Do we want to participate?" Yang Quan deliberately asked Liu Bowen, as if he was a disciple asking what the master meant. In fact, it was all for Wei Meng to see if he should go or not.
It all depends on Yang Quan himself.
"Wu Jianmen has given us such a valuable invitation. We must go. Besides, the main purpose of our coming here is to participate in this competition. As for the competition?" Liu Bowen smiled faintly and imitated Wei Meng.
He looked Yang Quan up and down.
"What?" Yang Quan was stunned. This old guy is also disrespectful. He doesn't know his own strength. Even a great sage can be defeated, let alone a half-sage.
"You're not strong enough. I don't want you to die as a teacher. Forget it. I'll tell your senior brother to come and participate. You'd better practice hard!" Liu Bowen wanted to laugh in his heart. He had been with Yang Quan for a long time.
, was infected by Yang Quan and lost his integrity.
"I..." Yang Quan almost cursed, but when he saw Wei Meng present, he quickly changed his words: "Didn't my senior brother just advance to the holy realm? He has reached a higher realm and cannot participate!"
"Oh, I forgot, look at my memory! Then why don't you let your second senior brother come?" Liu Bowen continued to tease.
"Master, do you agree to this because my disciple has to kneel down for you?" Yang Quan gritted his teeth and forced out a smile, and then said to Liu Bowen: "Senior, which song are you singing?
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"Isn't this acting? Wei Meng is still watching?" Liu Bowen replied.
Yang Quan was stunned, this old guy was obviously playing with him. He smiled and said, "Oh, Master, Senior Brother Bajie is your son, you can't be so partial!"
Pfft! Liu Bowen spit out a sip of tea. This boy is too bad. He also knows Journey to the West. This guy said that Zhu Bajie is his son. That doesn't mean he is calling himself a pig. This boy is too cruel.
Liu Bowen was choked and coughed wildly, and then said: "Forget it, forget it, now that you are here, if you are not afraid of death, you can go! If you die in the ring, my master will immediately tell you the three
Housewives, let them remarry!"
Yang Quan was stunned, and his teeth itched with hatred. This old guy was really a loser. He agreed just as he promised, and even dragged out his three women.
"Haha, the relationship between senior and disciple is so enviable!" Wei Meng laughed loudly when he heard the conversation between the two.
"I can't help it. This disciple is my favorite. I have treated him like my own son since I was a child!" Liu Bowen continued.
"Senior, the more you talk, the more outrageous you are! Now I'm going to fall out!" Yang Quan said.
"You boy, in terms of age, I am over 600 years old. It is not too much to say this. In terms of dedication, I have been waiting for you in the cave of Mount Everest for a full five hundred years, and then I have been protecting you until now, calling you
It's not too much to call him son!" After Liu Bowen finished speaking, he continued drinking tea without saying anything else.
Yang Quan was shocked. Liu Bowen had waited for him for five hundred years? He had never known this. He heard from the Emperor of the Earth Scripture that Liu Bowen stayed on the earth, but he didn't know the specific reason. This time he heard Liu Bowen say so.
, his heart suddenly twitched, Liu Bowen had blocked so many attacks for him, protected him all the way from the earth to now, he only thought of him as a super thug, now thinking about it, it seemed that he owed him a lot.
With a plop, Yang Quan knelt down sincerely and bowed three times to Liu Bowen. Liu Bowen was stunned and startled. What kind of tricks was this kid playing? He stood up suddenly and looked at Yang Quan with a complicated expression.
"Master is here, please accept my disciple's bow and thank you for your care and training all the way. I ignored this before, but now I suddenly think of it. I regret it very much. I hope Master can forgive me!" Yang Quan said this sincerely.
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"Get up, okay, what are you doing!" Liu Bowen quickly helped Yang Quan up.
