C87 (1/2)

Yan Qingyang turned his head and saw three people standing beside a pillar. The three of them had been whispering to each other, but now they were all looking at Yan Qingyang. It was Lu Yan who was bringing Lu Yun and Jin Rong.

What Jin Rong said just now was precisely what he said. Not only did Jin Rong have a lot of charm, even his voice was so enchanting that the male cultivator beside him felt his heart itch when he heard it.

Lu Yan raised her head and glanced at Jin Rong. ”Why do you keep exposing scars on your face?” Do you think that every outer sect disciple has as many spirit stones as you do? Buy your stuff! ”

Then, he said to the shop assistant, ”You should announce the price first, in case someone can't even afford two servings!”

As expected, the sales clerk's expression turned serious, but he still smiled and said to Yan Qingyang, ”Fairy, these materials cost a total of six hundred medium-grade spirit stones. Please hand over the spirit stones first!”

Yan Qingyang didn't even bother with them and looked into the counter. He pointed to a transparent jade box on the top shelf and said, ”Isn't that the Fragrance Belt? I want that again! ”

It was a belt, a top-grade magic tool. It was priced at one thousand mid-grade spirit stones. It could be considered a very expensive magic tool.

Yan Qingyang didn't think too much about it. She just felt that she didn't have much time and didn't have time to make a belt anymore. She decided to buy one and fight a few tough battles. The more magical equipment, the better.

When the shop assistant heard this, he immediately broke into a smile. This time, he really did smile. He quickly took the jade box off with a smile and handed it to Yan Qingyang.

Yan Qingyang took out 1600 medium-grade spirit stones and gave it to him. Then, he put away the materials and belt and casually threw them into his storage pouch.

Lu Yun's eyes widened in shock. She finally pulled on Lu Yan's sleeve and said, ”Cousin sister, why do you have so many spirit stones? I don't even see that many, she is …” It was stolen! ”

Lu Yan's face was gloomy, he flung his sleeves: ”Don't spout nonsense! ”Don't you have any memory!”

Jin Rong had long since forgotten to buy anything. He looked greedily at Yan Qingyang, eyes rolling back and forth.

Yan Qingyang ignored them and quickly made his way to the refining hall. He rented a forging room and went straight in, beginning to refine the Flowing Kite Red Dawn Robe.

She had been stunned for three days. By the time she returned, the competition had already begun.

The moment she came out, she saw Murong Yan waiting outside with a face full of anxiety.

”Hurry, it's starting, come!” Without further ado, Murong Yan pulled Yan Qingyang along and soared into the sky with his sword in hand as he brought her to the arena.

The competition this time around was set up on the Tianqing Peak, on the left side of the peak was a large competition stage. In the competition stage, there were many stages, with ten in the middle, the larger ones, the smaller ones, each stage had their number marked on it.

”Today, we will have you on station seventy-three. Quickly, let's begin!” Murong Yan said. As he spoke, he led Yan Qingyang to a platform, on which was labeled ”73”.

”Number 783, Yan Qingyang. Has he come? If he doesn't return in another quarter of an hour, then it's time to give up the match!” Beside the stage, a cultivator said loudly.

Yan Qingyang quickly flew onto the stage.

On the stage, a middle-aged woman was sitting quietly with her eyes closed, meditating.

Yan Qingyang could tell at a glance that the middle-aged female cultivator was at the Great Circle of Qi Disciple Level 5 and had immediately broken through to Qi Disciple Level 6. His aptitude could be considered to be lacking. However, given his age, he would have to undergo many battles.

”I am the outer sect disciple, Yan Qingyang. Senior sister, please enlighten me!” Yan Qingyang said with a bow.

The middle-aged woman slowly opened her eyes. She stood up and said her own name as well. ”Junior Sister, please!”

Yan Qingyang did not bother to be polite. With a soft hum from his wrist, he struck out with his sword of light. Like autumn water in the air, a white light flashed and attacked the middle-aged female cultivator.

”Good sword!” The middle-aged woman shouted. She didn't want to avoid the attack, so she attacked.

There was no suspense in this battle. The victor was quickly decided — Yan Qingyang was the victor!