Hou Xiaonian smiled bitterly and consoled him: "Don't worry, what kind of scene is this, and what are their identities? It's impossible for them to really do it."
But Hou Xiaobai was still very uneasy.
Under the gaze of everyone, Fang Ziyu sat calmly in his position, his face motionless like a jade sculpture.
In fact, people like Fang Ziyu even hold Pinghu Tower in the palm of his hand. This makes him thirty-seven, but he is still a bit "naive". He may be polite in dealing with others because of the sect's teachings, but when faced with
In some situations that he is not familiar with, he will be at a loss.
Such as now.
Song Zheng and Pangong Xie have arrived at the arena for the refiner trial, and the eighty-seven young casual cultivators have returned to their respective positions. When Song Zheng arrived, the casual cultivators stood up and saluted from afar.
Song Zheng was not arrogant at this time and bowed deeply in return.
"You all are the future of Huzhou. In a few years, maybe you will be responsible for maintaining Huzhou City's defensive formation, maybe a spiritual treasure will be born from your divine fire, and maybe the life-saving elixir will be produced by your elixir.
Furnace refining...
I believe that one of you will become a legend in Huzhou! Today, the young phoenix crows and the latent dragon takes flight. I will wait and see. Please shock me."
The casual cultivators cheered loudly and were greatly encouraged. Song Zheng raised his hand and dropped it heavily: "Start!"
Eighty-seven casual cultivators immediately became busy.
Song Zheng turned around and told Du Baihu: "If there is a good seedling this time, please pay attention to it and recruit it into Bao Taowei if possible. But be careful not to let the next Chen Baihu appear again."
"My subordinate understands."
Song Zheng and Ban Gongxie bowed to each other and came back together.
Fang Ziyu was still sitting there motionless, and Song Zheng looked a little worried. Bangong Xie laughed and stepped in to smooth things over: "Ziyu, it's been a long time since I last saw you. The last time was at Bo Ke's birthday party, right?"
He was an elder. Fang Ziyu stood up quickly and greeted him with his arms raised: "Junior, I have met Mr. Ban Gong."
Pan Gongxie waited for Song Zheng to sit down before he sat down with him. Fang Ziyu could only wait for Bangong Xie to sit down before he sat down again, feeling quite dissatisfied with Song Zheng's arrogant indifference.
Originally he was just returning a favor, but now, the great genius Ziyu is really angry.
After Song Zheng took his seat, he raised his eyes and scanned the venue, and couldn't help but shake his head secretly. Compared with the disciples of the big families and sects, the standards of the casual cultivators were indeed far behind.
This cannot be entirely their fault. Casual cultivators often have intermittent inheritance, insufficient cultivation resources, and lack of skills and Taoism. Otherwise, why would everyone want to enter a large sect?
He waited quietly, but Bai Zhenhe and the master of the Immortal Refining Sect sitting below were a little impatient. After two hours, the top 32 players in the arena competition had been decided, and Bai Zhenhe's eyes rolled.
, then came forward and said with a smile: "Master Qianhu, Senior Bengong, Brother Fang, you are all immortal masters. Can you tell us which of these thirty-two has the best chance of winning the championship?"
Fang Ziyu was silent. He was already angry, but Ruyu's face was even more indifferent. He was waiting for Song Zheng to speak. As long as Song Zheng said something wrong, he would immediately refute it and lose his face.
But Bangongxie stood up first with a smile, raised his hand and said: "No. Such comments are unfair to the contestants. Those mentioned by us must have greatly increased their confidence and may perform beyond their level; others will feel sad.
It’s possible to perform abnormally.”
Bai Zhenhe hit a snag, and since Pangong Xie was older and had a higher rank, what he said made sense. Compared with this old ginger, Bai Zhenhe was much worse off, so he smiled and retreated.
Fang Ziyu thought about it and felt that what Bangong Xie said made sense, but it was a pity that he missed an opportunity to make this arrogant Qianhu make a fool of himself.
Two more hours later, the refiner's test was about to end, and Du Baihu came over to invite him: "Three immortal masters, please come and evaluate the refiner's test."
Song Zheng stood up and left first. Fang Ziyu thought for a while and followed.
Bai Zhenhe had been waiting for a whole day, and finally at this moment, he waved his hand, and a group of friends followed him, rushing toward the training venue.
In addition to them, people from several aristocratic sects also followed, including the Immortal Refining Sect.
The sect master quietly approached the white-naped crane: "What, are you sure?"
The white-naped crane smiled evilly: "You haven't noticed yet? Fang Ziyu is angry."
The sect master nodded with relief, but he was a little worried. This time the plan seemed to be out of control, and he was afraid that he might offend Song Zheng a little more severely. After passing the current hurdle, he would have to find a way to relax in the future.
Of course he was not worried, because the shield at the front had always been the Bai family. Bai Jiuji was a giant in the court, a figure on the same level as Xiao Zhen. Facing the Bai family, Song Zheng could not move.
For the practitioner's test, all contestants step aside and their works remain in place waiting for comments.
For Song and Zheng, it was always clear whether these works were good or bad. The three of them just glanced at the first few and passed by them.
The authors were originally full of expectations, but when the three of them turned their eyes away, they looked disappointed, as if they had been punished.
Song Zheng knew that this pair of contestants was cruel, but he was not capable enough and reality was the greatest cruelty.
After looking at more than a dozen works, a fifth-level strange formation finally appeared, which was considered to be outstanding among the entire cultivator trials. Song Zheng tapped it with his fingers: "Write this down first."
Fang Ziyu rushed forward and looked around the strange formation seven or eight times, wanting to find faults to refute, but in the end he had to admit that this strange formation was not
It's so outstanding, but it's stable and without any mistakes or omissions. It's pretty good among the fifth-level strange formations, and most importantly, it's pretty good in this refiner's trial.
He retreated in disappointment, while the author of the strange formation was angry. If he hadn't been jealous of his identity, he would have rushed up and cursed.
Song Zheng has already gone ahead to see the next works.
After a few more items, Song Zheng found that a magic weapon with flying claws was pretty good and had reached the level of a fifth-level magic weapon. He tapped his fingers again and said, "Write this down too."
bass!
A jade-like white shadow rushed up, holding the flying claw and looking at it carefully.
Song Zheng glanced at him, this guy really doesn't know how to be patient at all, isn't it too obvious?
Bangong Xie secretly shook his head, thinking about how to help Song Zheng get through this. He knew Fang Ziyu's level and strength. He was famous during the overhaul of Huzhou City and was known as the hope of Pinghu Tower.
His level is higher than that of Song Zheng. If he really wanted to find fault, Song Zheng might not be able to withstand his "test".
He stretched out his hand to take the flying claw: "Why don't you let me take a look first..."
Song Zheng stretched out his hand to hold his arm and pulled him away: "Master, let's continue looking down."
"Okay." Pangong Xie had no choice but to think that Mr. Qianhu was being stubborn.
Fang Ziyu held Feizhao and looked at it for a long time, and the veins on the neck of the refiner of Feizhao popped out when he looked at it: "Senior Brother Fang, you have looked at it so carefully dozens of times, have you ever found any mistakes?"
"This... never." He wondered: Is that arrogant guy really so accurate in seeing things?
Earlier, Song Zheng selected another storage bracelet. This bracelet fixed a small Sumeru Realm in it, reaching the sixth level.
Fang Ziyu quickly dropped his flying claws and rushed forward with a single stride.
The leader of the Immortal Refining Sect followed behind and secretly said to Bai Zhenhe: "Fang Ziyu...isn't it a bit too much?"
This is a "competition between gentlemen", but Fang Ziyu's target is a bit too obvious. Bai Zhenhe refused to admit it and insisted: "What are you afraid of? Song Zheng dares to offend Pinghu Tower directly?"
The leader of the Immortal Refining Sect could only shake his head.
Song Zheng selected five works along the way, including a strange formation, two magic weapons, a cauldron of elixirs, and a strange medicine.
Five works were shortlisted, and then came the most critical moment: judging the top three.
These five works were all sent to the highest point of the ancient song platform, and all the casual cultivators around could see it. This was the first climax of the climbing ceremony, and the casual cultivators became excited.
At least 70% of them understood clearly based on the previous rumors: Fang Ziyu was here to cause trouble.
Song Zheng and the others returned to the high platform, and Bai Zhenhe shouted from below: "Master Qianhu, please also name the first person in the refiner test!"
Song Zheng glanced at him and shook his head secretly: It's enough for you to just find one of your subordinates to tease you about this kind of thing, why do you need to jump out yourself? Stupid!
He roughly understood what kind of person Bai Zhenhe was: poor and suddenly rich, he retained some of his previous shrewdness, but his overall outlook was too far behind.
Bangong Xie said: "It would be better for me and Ziyu to make the suggestion, and Mr. Song will make the final decision."
Song Zheng nodded: "That's fine."
Bangong Xie first said: "This fifth-order strange formation can be ranked third."
Song Zheng thought for a moment, nodded and said, "Yes."
The author of the strange formation was pleasantly surprised, but also a little disappointed, and he quickly stepped forward to thank him.
When Pan Gongxie was about to speak again, Fang Ziyu rushed to say: "The second place should be 'Nine Grass Soup'."
The cook of the pot of elixir was overjoyed and was about to step forward to thank him, but Song Zheng raised his hand: "That's not appropriate."
Fang Ziyu had been waiting for this moment, and immediately said tit for tat: "Then what do you mean, sir?"
"The second place should be that Xiao Yuan Dan." Before Song Zheng finished speaking, Fang Ziyu chuckled and said: "Then who is the first place? According to your wishes, the first place should be the sixth level one.
The magic weapon, the Small Sumeru Realm Bracelet, right? It’s the sixth level after all, haha!”
The sarcasm was very obvious, and there was a buzz of discussion in the audience.
Hou Xiaobai subconsciously held his brother's hand tightly, while the casual cultivators around him shook their heads: "Although the level is high, the value cannot be judged only by the level. The practical value of the sixth-level bracelet is not much different from that of an ordinary mustard finger."
The white-naped crane smiled, the plan finally reached this point, and although there were twists and turns in the process, it finally achieved its goal.
The leader of the Immortal Refining Sect lowered his head and frowned. Based on the impression Song Zheng gave him, he shouldn't judge the quality of magic weapons so superficially.
Song Zheng looked at Fang Ziyu calmly, raised his hand gently to stop Bangong Xie who was about to persuade him to make peace, and asked: "In your opinion, what ranking should it be?"