A Record of a Mortal’s Journey to Immortality

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“What heavenly fog stage ascending fairy convention?” Wu Jiuzhi suddenly asked Han Li a question that he had always wondered about.

Han Li started with Wan Xiaoshan, the name of the "Ascension Fairy Congress”, has been heard several times, but has not had the opportunity to learn more about its content. “Is it the same trade fair as Tainan?” Han Li thought to himself.

“No way! You don't even know about the Ascension Fairy? This is the best opportunity for all young fairy practitioners to join the immortal school once in a decade.” Blackwood was a little stunned and excited to say.

“The Wu brothers are so young, they must have been studying elsewhere. I didn't know that the Sen Fairy Congress was justified.” The monk Qing Wen did not make a fuss.

“Oh, can you tell me? You can join the Seven Pieces. It's a step to heaven!” Wu Jiuzheng suddenly became interested and asked Kuroki.

“Now is not the time to say anything about the Ascension Fairy, and the issue of our dispersion of disappearances is the one we should discuss now.” Aunt Hu Ping also did not know whether to target juveniles, some dissatisfied said.

“It's okay, you can tell the Wu brothers, maybe there are others, and the details of the Ascension Fairy are not very clear.” Daoist Qingwen said with a smile, but Han Li felt that he had deliberately and unintentionally looked at himself.

Han Li Xin Yilin, what did this Taoist monk see? He has tried to blur the characteristics of the newcomer to the immortals and to avoid contact with them as much as possible, but it still appears that he has not hidden his eyes. This Taoist priest's eyes are so poisonous!

“Since Daoist Qingwen said so, let me tell Brother Wu.” Kuroki was also very excited to see this, which meant he didn't throw up.

So they sat back again, except for Huang Xiaotian, the fat man.

“I know very well about the Ascension Fairy Convention, so go back to sleep, you guys go on. ”

Fatty looked at him indifferently and then, without waiting for anyone else to talk, left the house and left someone with a face against each other.

“Don't mind me, Brother Huang's technique is strange, somnolence, not deliberately inadvertent!“ Huang Xiaotian was excused by Qingwen's righteous face.

Most of the people in the house laughed bitterly when they heard it. Who cares? This is a fierce man stronger than a Taoist!

The atmosphere in the room is a little awkward.

“Brother Blackwood, let's go on!” Still, Wu Jiuzhi broke the situation and hurried to say.

Blackwood smiled and spoke again.

“Speaking of this Ascension Fairy Congress, I have to say the foundation building dan, which makes all gas refining fairy cultivators crazy dan pills...”

Originally, if all practicing fairy cultivators want to enter the foundation stage and become a true member of the fairy cultivation world, in addition to practicing the basic power to the seventh floor, they must take the "foundation building dan”, the only potion that can be refined by the Gate pie, in order to hopefully break through the boundary bottlenecks and build the foundation successfully.

This creates the beautiful name of the foundation-building dan "Ascension Pill," which drives the fairy cultivators crazy.

And in the immortal school, foundation building dan is also unbelievably lacking.

Because the raw materials of foundation building dan are extremely difficult to find, even if the whole Vietnam Xinmen sect works together and contributes, it will take every 10 years to come out of the furnace so many dingdan medicine, the district is just a thousand pieces.

And even if all these pills are split up, they are far from meeting their own needs, so there can be no more ground-building dan leaking outside.

However, there are still many fairy cultivators throughout Vietnam who have practiced basic skills up to the seventh floor later, and these people urgently need to build foundations to try to break through bottlenecks.

In this way, on the one hand, the foundations are extremely lacking, and the gates have been sent to hold them, and on the other hand, there are more and more wildlife fairies in need of "foundations", and yet no medicine can be found outside. This was a long time ago a sharp contradiction between the two, and even once let the angry bell-burning, low-order fairy fixers resent these sects greatly.

Those who practiced immortals naturally perceived this ominous momentum, but for a while it was impossible to do so. After all, "Foundation-Building Dan” is not enough on their own. How can they bring more to the people outside the door?

But there are no problems that the world can't solve, and eventually this crisis is solved by geniuses in some sect.

He came up with one, and whenever the foundations came out of the furnace, he picked some qualified wild fairies from the outside to join the doorman and give them the idea of foundations.

In doing so, it can both keep the foundations from flowing out the door, fertile water from flowing out the field, and eliminate the dissatisfaction of other lower-order fairy cultivators. After all, they can join the immortal cultivators. How can these fairy cultivators be unhappy? It's a wonderful thing to be able to pick out a highly qualified disciple.

However, it is natural that the method of selection should be fair and rigorous and not leave a tongue behind, otherwise it would have the opposite effect.

So the most classic and most convincing way of eating the weak is to let those who are too strong to qualify for their sect by playing the stage.

And the Seven Gatekeepers, each with ten disciples and ten foundations, awarded to the final winner.

Of course, they would have a certain age limit and would not allow people over the age of 40 to get started, and even if they were better qualified, they would have no future to nurture.

So the Immortal Ascension Convention was born!

And most of those who can win on the stage are indeed the most powerful and highly qualified talents, making it impossible to get these fine disciples to repair Xinmen Parade.

And the resentment of the other fairy repairers, with the holding of this congress, the smoke dissipated, their attention was focused on the opportunity to jump the dragon gate of the carp once in a decade.

This Ascension Fairy Congress has been held for just one session, and each time, 70 lucky people have become disciples of the Seven Kings, making the other fairy fixers even crazier.

At the end of the day, almost every pixie practitioner of the Qi Refining Period who thinks his strength is not weak will try to break through several times, hoping to get lucky and turn fish into dragons!

But the ring stage is not that good. After all, magic is not their low-order fairy cultivators. They say that control can control it. Every time a lot of people die and injure, and let the people who beat them form a lot of deep hatred!

Kuroki said that is the kung fu of nearly an hour. Wu Jiuzhi Jinjinjin smells good and has a great harvest! Han Li, who listened alongside him, benefited greatly. He gained a deeper understanding of the immortal world.

“If I succeed, I can also become an introductory disciple of the Gateway.” After listening, Wu Jiuzhi's face was the color of his aspiration.

“Dream on, you're going to beat up on a level like this, wound or die!” Aunt Hu Ping couldn't help but say a few sarcastic words after listening to Wu Jiuzhi's daydreams.

“Oh, why, can't I? Isn't the eighth tier of kung fu a qualification?” Wu Jiuzhi was not angry this time, but asked Aunt Hu Ping seriously to teach him.

Aunt Hu Ping was somewhat surprised, but hesitated for a moment and said:

“Boy Wu, do you know what kind of men were the seventy men who took Kui last year? How many are dead and wounded in the ring at the same level as you? ”

“And look to Lady Hu for teachings!” Wu Jiuzhi said quite sincerely.

“I witnessed the whole process with my own eyes during the Battle of the Ascension Fairy Congress, and now I think about it and feel scared.” Aunt Hu Ping seemed to think of something terrible and looked a little white.

And his husband saw the beard and hurried to put his hand on her shoulder for comfort. Aunt Hu Ping looked back deeply at her husband and her face eased a lot.

“The two of us are not going to the ring, we are just going to see it and we are going to spend the rest of our lives in the refining season. And now that you have ambitions, I will tell you some of the strength of the ring, lest you die in vain.” Aunt Hu Ping said softly.

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