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When everyone was anxiously looking for Rong Yi, he was currently standing on top of the Flying Sword, speechless. He looked at the bright and beautiful sky: "Bu Qi, you said that you are a disciple of the Jiuxu Sect, right?"

"Yes." Bu Qi nodded his head: "Master, it's true, I'm not lying to you."

Rong Yi rolled his eyes in annoyance, "Then please tell me a disciple of a Jiuxu Sect who doesn't know where the competition is held. What kind of disciple is he?"

They had not found the place where the competition was held yet, so they found the disciples of the Jiuxu Sect behind them to ask them for directions. However, Bu Qi had flew wrong, and was flying further and further away from them, so he felt that they were about to fly out of the realm of the Jiuxu Sect.

Bu Qi asked: "Master, you are also a disciple of the Jiuxu Sect right?"

Rong Yi, "..."

"How come you don't know where the duels are?"

"I ?" Rong Yi casually found an excuse: "You know my cultivation is low, and you don't know how to control the sword, so you don't have much chance to leave the Tianxu Peak. How would you know which peak is the competition?

Bu Qi said with embarrassment: "It's been so many years since I last returned to the sect, if not for Taoist Sage Yun Yi coming to find me, I might have returned in a few decades."

Rong Yi rolled his eyes. It had been so long since he last returned to the sect that he couldn't even remember which mountain the competition stage was at. "We can't keep flying, it's better to find a disciple to lead the way."

"Master, I'm really sorry." Bu Qi apologized to him.

Rong Yi felt that it was good if he did not go to the competition grounds, and did not have to meet any Jiuxu Sect disciples or relatives to look down on him. Although he was not the original owner, he still felt uncomfortable being looked down upon by others. Sigh, thinking back to the look in his eyes when he looked at Second brother, he should also properly review himself, and should not hurt Second brother like this again in the future. The Jiuxu Sect was comparable to a city of big city, other than having a small number of people, it had many mountains and many halls, which the modern cultivation sects could not compare to.

Bu Qi consecutively searched several mountain peaks but he could not even see the people inside the hall.

Today was the first day of the sect's competition, and it was normal for no one to be inside the hall. As of now, almost all of the disciples had run to the the Giant Peak Mountain gathering, firstly, to watch the competition, and secondly, to see the various elders of the Sect Leader and sect, as well as the various peaks' Peak Master s' style. The disciples would only be able to see them on important days like the competition.

"Master, I remember there's a weapon peak up ahead. Usually, both the refine weapons and the refine clothes are cultivated in the weapon peak.

Rong Yi didn't care as he took out a piece of cake from the Storage ring s to fill his stomach. He felt that it was very easy for him to feel hungry today.

Bu Qi brought him to the weapon peak.

Rong Yi looked over curiously: "There seems to be a lot of people in weapon peak."

"Yes." Bu Qi flew up to the top of the weapon peak and looked down. A majority of the people below were disciples of the Jiuxu Sect, they were in groups of three or five and were discussing about the refine weapons.

Bu Qi descended onto the weapon peak and asked one of the disciples curiously: "Why are you all here? You don't need to compete in the competition? "

The disciple looked at him idiotically: "We are currently waiting for the competition of refine weapons."

Bu Qi was startled: "Right now, we are competing in a contest between refine weapons and refine clothes?"

He remembered that he had only competed in magic before.

"Not only are there divisions of refine weapons s, there are also divisions for alchemy, writing Talisman s, and Formation s. The rest are more unorthodox, such as looking at feng shui and refining puppets. The disciple sized him up: "It's already been five years since we separated, how long has it been since you last returned to Jiuxu Sect."

"I haven't been back for a long time." Bu Qi brought Rong Yi to the side and asked, "Master, you don't know that the competition has already started?"

Rong Yi said: "You should know that I haven't been living in the sect for the past few years, moreover, I do not have the qualifications to participate in the competition.

Bu Qi thought that was true.

Rong Yi saw a disciple wearing the Haishan Academy's attire, and couldn't help but look for Yin Tao: "Bu Qi, help me check if my son is here."

Bu Qi had a high cultivation level and had sharp ears. Hearing the child's laughter, he looked over, and saw Yin Tao playing with a group of children.

He raised a finger and said, "Over there."

Seeing Yin Tao having fun with his little senior brothers, the corner of Rong Yi's mouth raised into a smile. However, he did not disturb the child.

"Clank, clank, clank, clank ~ ~" The Jiuxu Sect disciple knocked on the copper gong, "The competition has begun. Everyone, please take your seats within the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

When everyone heard this, they hurriedly entered the main hall.

Yin Tao and the little Senior Brothers held hands as they ran into the palace with small steps.

A moment later, the lively square became deserted.

Rong Yi wanted to see how strong Yin Tao was with his refine weapons. Unfortunately, there were nine Void Disciples patrolling around, and no one was allowed to get close.

Bu Qi asked: "Master, do you still want to go to the competition grounds?"

"No, I'm a little tired. I need to find a place to rest." Rong Yi stood motionlessly on the Flying Sword for almost two hours. Even though his belt had shared a portion of the weight of the stomach, he still felt that his waist was extremely sore.

Bu Qi remembered that there was a shop that specialized in selling materials here, so he suggested: "Master, there's a shop that sells materials here, we can go in for a while."

"Alright."

The shop was opened by the patriarchs of the Jiuxu Sect. All the disciples of the Jiuxu Sect could sell the materials they found to the disciples of the shop, so the things in the shop were even more complete than the materials in the Ten Blessed Store.

When the disciples of the store saw Rong Yi and the others enter, they immediately went up and greeted them: "Seniors, do you want to buy ingredients?"

Bu Qi said: "We were just coming in to take a seat."

The disciple pointed at the chair opposite him: "Senior can sit there and rest."

Rong Yi and Bu Qi sat down, then a female disciple behind the counter said softly: "Did you hear, Master Bai and Tai Yuan Sect have their marriage annulled.

Rong Yi couldn't help but look up at them.

"I heard so, but didn't they just get engaged? How could you cancel the engagement so quickly? "

"I'm not sure about the details, but I heard that when Master Bai went to see the Uncle Rong, he immediately sent a message to the people of Tai Yuan Sect to cancel the engagement. I'm guessing that it must be because the Uncle Rong is too noisy to marry any other woman to the Master Bai."

"I'm surprised. Since Uncle Rong is so fond of Master Bai, and Master Bai is so concerned about him, and listened to his words, why haven't the two become Tao-companion s? "

Who knows what happened to them? In short, this time, the people of Tai Yuan Sect will definitely hate the Uncle Rong, since it was Uncle Rong who asked for their hand in marriage and now that the Uncle Rong has also asked for their hand in marriage, the people of Tai Yuan Sect will definitely not let them off. I heard that the elders of Tai Yuan Sect have already caused trouble for our Sect Leader, and they need Sect Leader to give them an explanation.

Rong Yi, "..."

Did they mean him?

Why did he have to stay in the Yin Mansion for so long, even if the calamity could fall from the sky to his head, he still had a bunch of enemies.

"Pfft ?" The male disciple at the side said: "Everyday, she talks about Master Bai. Master Bai's, isn't he just a little good-looking and has a little outstanding ability, is there a need to discuss his matters everyday? Hmph, no matter how much you say it, they won't even look at you two once, idiot. "

Rong Yi found it funny, this person was typically jealous of others who were better than him.

The female disciple said angrily, "We're talking about us. What does it have to do with you?"

"So what if we like to chat about Master Bai? Is it getting in your way? "

"I'm not arguing with you guys." The male disciple took up a box full of ingredients and placed it on the table. She asked the other male disciple: "Senior Brother, what kind of materials is this box made of, and how much can it sell?"

Another male disciple took a look: "Spiritual Heaven stone s are not worth much, if anyone wants to buy it, then sell them to him in boxes of ten Low grade spiritual stone."

When Rong Yi heard the two words "Spiritual Heaven stone," he quickly picked his ears and asked the male disciple: "What did you guys say just now?"

"Spiritual Heaven stone." The male disciple took out one of the shiny black rocks and gave it to him, "This is the material, do you want it?"

Rong Yi's eyes lit up, he stood up in surprise and walked over, took the materials from the male disciple's hands and looked, it was indeed the Spiritual Heaven stone.

In the modern era, it was possible for many high ranked equipment instrument to use it, even when equipping high ranked magical instrument s. It was also because of this, that Spiritual Heaven stone became less and less, and also became more and more precious. A thumb sized Spiritual Heaven stone would cost a Immortal Spiritual Stone, and sometimes even a Immortal Spiritual Stone might not even be able to sell it.

Rong Yi immediately asked: "How many Spiritual Stone?"

Disciple said: "One box of ten Low grade spiritual stone, do you want it?"

Rong Yi looked at the big box of Spiritual Heaven stone s and was so excited that he was about to explode with anger. "Yep, how many do you have?"

If he could bring the Spiritual Heaven stone back to the modern era like the Old Ancestor, he would be rich.

"It seems like there are still 25 boxes upstairs. If you want, we can bring them down to you."

"Sure, I want them all." Rong Yi immediately took out the Storage ring, but discovered that the storage ring did not even have one. He gloomily muttered a curse, "Fuck, although money is not omnipotent, it is absolutely impossible to not have money."

Once he returned, he would definitely make money. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to take out Spiritual Stone even if he bought small items.

Rong Yi turned his head to look at Bu Qi who was burning paper: "Bu Qi, do you have a Spiritual Stone with you? I'll return it to you when I get back. "

Bu Qi took out a bag of Spiritual Stone s and threw it to him.

"Yes." Rong Yi opened the bag and saw that it was full of High-grade Spiritual Stone s. He took out a piece of Spiritual Stone s and gave it to the male disciple.

The male disciple looked for his Spiritual Stone and said: "Wait, I'll get my senior brother to take it down."

He walked to the stairs and shouted: "Senior brother Meng, Senior brother Shao, someone wants the Spiritual Heaven stone, please take it down."

The person upstairs replied, "Got it."

Bu Qi walked over: "Master, what do you want the Spiritual Heaven stone for?"

He was also a refine weapons, so he understood the materials, and Spiritual Heaven stone seemed to be completely useless. In any case, he had never used him since the time of his refine clothes.

Rong Yi said in a simple manner: "Is it really that useful? We can use it to refine equipment instrument. "

The disciple who previously said that Spiritual Heaven stone were worthless laughed in ridicule, thinking, if they were so useful, they wouldn't be so cheap, and they wouldn't be unable to sell them out until now.

Just then, the man upstairs put all the Spiritual Heaven stone inside the Storage ring and walked downstairs. When he saw Rong Yi standing at the counter, his face immediately darkened: "It's you."