Longevity, starting from raising chickens

Chapter 178 The Third Floor Quota of the Ghost City
"A quota on the third floor?"

Wang Ba was slightly taken aback.

Immediately, I remembered what Liu Yaodong said before, above the second floor of Linglong Ghost City, there is a third floor, which attracts monks from all over Linglong Ghost City to gather together, and it is very lively.

Think about it for a while, just one second floor has gathered all the exquisite ghost markets in the entire Yan Kingdom, how many countries should the third floor bring together?

Just thinking about it for a while, I feel that this Linglong Ghost City is unfathomable, far from being a colossus that ordinary sect forces can compare!

Thinking that there was no news about his second dantian method, Wang Ba immediately thought of entering the third level.

There, maybe you can find what you need.

Immediately, he was ready to confess to Tang Ji, and closed the stall to see if he could get a place to enter the third floor.

However, when I turned my head, I found that there were crowds of people in front of the booth, and I couldn't see the figure of the monk who was leisurely and independent, playing in the world.

"An expert is like this."

Although he didn't know exactly what state the other party was in, Wang Ba had a vague feeling that the other party's temperament was superior, far beyond the reach of others.

Sighing, he hurriedly put away the "Roll of the Beast - Volume [-]" and the booth, and rushed to the palace.

He would also like to be like this Tang Ji, surveying the world as he pleases, enjoying the fun of practice.

It's a pity that twelve out of ten good things in the world, and nine out of ten unfavorable things, even monks are not exempt from vulgarity.

Crowded.

When he was in front of the palace, he happened to see Zhao Feng.

The two met immediately.

And in front of the palace, the second-level manager of the ghost city, the old man in brocade clothes looked around, his face sinking like water:
"Everyone, if it is still so crowded, this quota will be forfeited!"

It's not loud, but just enough for everyone to hear.

The crowd immediately quieted down.

But at the same time, some monks seemed to be annoyed by the old man's words, and immediately snorted coldly:
"The junior is so majestic!"

The old man in brocade clothes heard the words, but his face turned cold.

His gaze immediately turned to one of the crowd.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

The man was not afraid, and walked out on his own initiative.

The breath is grand, and the abyss is unpredictable.

"Jindan!"

"It's Jindan Daoist!"

Wang Ba couldn't help but look sideways, and while everyone was there, he couldn't help but look hard. After all, it's usually very difficult to see the real Jindan, and there is no chance for him to look straight at him without hesitation.

This Jindan Daoist has a lofty aura, and his whole body exudes a light. Although his figure looks thin, he is quite dignified when he stands out from the crowd at this moment.

But soon, his face changed.

In the sky, an invisible divine sense suddenly fell!
It was as if an ancient giant beast would cast a icy cold gaze on him!

"True Monarch Yuanying!"

The Jindan real person was shocked!

The original anger on his face suddenly disappeared, replaced by a sneer:
"Hehe, it was just a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding, fellow daoist, please continue, continue."

The divine thoughts slowly dissipated.

Only then did Master Jindan breathe a sigh of relief.

Among the onlookers, the Jindan cultivator was able to see some of the changes, but most of the other Foundation Establishment cultivators only felt that this Jindan Daoist was really anticlimactic, with a silver-like pewter head.

I thought I would be able to watch the excitement, but it made everyone look forward to it in vain.

Wang Ba didn't think so, he was quite close to this Jindan real person, and he really planned to make a fuss when he could see the other person.

"Since you have come to Fangshi, you must abide by our rules, line up and come one by one."

"There are ten places this time, and you still have a chance."

Just now he was facing a real person of golden core, but the old man in brocade clothes did not change his face, and said indifferently.

Even Daoist Jin Dan was scared to go up, so naturally no one dared to say anything more, and the crowd was more polite, for fear of causing any trouble.

Wang Ba didn't quite know how to select the quota, anyway, he just followed.

However, I could vaguely hear someone talking, saying that Jindan can directly get the quota, and the remaining few quotas are for everyone to grab.

Wang Ba's heart moved suddenly, and his eyes swept away, and sure enough, he saw three figures standing in the crowd, and the surrounding monks did not dare to approach.

"Three Golden Pills..."

"In other words, everyone can only compete for seven places."

Wang Ba couldn't help but glanced at the monks who were queuing up, there were seventy or eighty people!

Moreover, each breath is strong, and it seems that the cultivation base is not low.

Wang Ba's heart suddenly turned cold.

But at this time, he could only bite the bullet and continue to line up.

Seeing the monks walk into the palace one by one.

soon.

Wang Ba walked to the front of the hall.

As the manager of the ghost market, the old man in brocade clothes glanced at Wang Ba, and said indifferently:
"Not eligible, next."

Wang Ba was stunned for an instant.

Just by looking at it you know you don't qualify?
Zhao Feng, who was behind him, heard what the old man in brocade clothes said, and said:

"Dare to ask friends, what conditions are needed?"

Hearing Zhao Feng's words, the old man in brocade clothes slightly tilted his head to look at Zhao Feng, and suddenly there was a flash of inspiration in his eyes.

Soon, there was a hint of surprise on his face, and his attitude was unexpectedly kind, and he patiently explained to Zhao Feng:
"If you want to enter the third floor, the minimum requirement is to reach the late stage of foundation establishment. He is not even in the middle stage of foundation establishment now, so he naturally does not meet the requirements."

As soon as this remark came out, Zhao Feng had nothing to say.

When Wang Ba heard this request, although he was a little unwilling, there was nothing he could do.

"Senior brother..."

"It's okay, it's the same for senior brother to go in."

Zhao Feng was naturally qualified and soon entered the palace.

After a while, except for a very few people who didn't know the situation like Wang Ba, most of the people in line entered the palace.

"What's so special about this third floor? Why is this ghost market so solemn? Shouldn't there be as many traders as possible?"

Wang Ba chatted with the monks around him, and during the chat, he couldn't help asking out the doubts in his heart.

"Hehe, fellow daoist, it's the first time I've come here."

A monk with strange ears and shoulders smiled and said, "It's not the first time I've come here, and I will never ask such a question."

Seeing that the other party was trying to sell Guanzi, Wang Ba immediately took out a few jars of spiritual wine from the storage bag, and drank with them.

After drinking to the point of intoxication, the other party stopped hiding and explained:
"This third floor is not only a place to buy and sell things. It is said that there are many products and news on Fenglinzhou, and you can use the teleportation array of Ghost City to travel to many countries. Of course, I heard that the price is very high. No Daoist with a small Golden Core can bear it."

"Besides, there are many self-operated shops in the ghost market on the third floor, and the magic tools, pills, and talismans inside are all extremely precious..."

"However, the most important thing is that once you enter the third floor, you will be regarded as a distinguished guest of Linglong Ghost City. As long as you hide in this Linglong Ghost City, the sects will not dare to come in and arrest you!"

After all, there is a trace of exclamation and regret in the words:

"Unfortunately, we can't even enter this palace."

"There is such a treatment?!"

Wang Ba was startled.

But then it was full of regrets.

His cultivation base is too low, only in the early stage of foundation establishment, and he didn't even meet the minimum requirements.

I don't know if this Linglong ghost city can stop the soul curse.

Otherwise, if he hides in Linglong Ghost City and seeks asylum, he might be able to maintain peace for a while, at worst, he can survive for decades, and after he enters the golden core, he will not be afraid of the curse-killing technique before coming out.

It's a pity that there is no such thing as an if.

"You don't have to be too sorry, you really think it's so easy to advance in the late stage of Foundation Establishment?"

The long-eared monk shook his head and said, "Innocent!"

"In this ghost market, it is said that ten places will be released, but in fact, except for the golden core monks who are guaranteed to enter, the other places are not satisfied every time."

"I don't know what the specific requirements are. Anyway, [-]% of the monks in the late stage of foundation establishment have been brushed down."

"In the end, those who can enter the third floor as the late stage of foundation establishment, anyway, there are only three or four at most at a time."

Hearing this, Wang Ba felt a little more at ease.

"I don't know how many people will get this quota this time."

Wang Ba immediately sighed.

"Hey, I counted them. Except for the three Golden Cores, there are a total of 82 people who went in this time. You only need to count how many people did not come out later, and you will know."

The long-eared monk said proudly.

Wang Yan didn't think too much after hearing the words, it was a rare opportunity to communicate with other monks, so he naturally wouldn't let this opportunity pass, so he immediately raised his glass:

"Come on! Let's go one by one."

Not long after, I saw a monk walking out of the palace with disappointment on his face.

Soon, the second, third...

Every time one came out, the long-eared monk would count by the side.

When the No.80 sound came, the long-eared monk shook his head and said:

"Looks like it's less this time."

What made Wang Ba a little nervous was that Zhao Feng hadn't come out yet.

"It seems that brother has hope!"

Wang Ba was both happy and envious.

It would be a lie to say that he is not envious. After all, once he really got the third-tier quota of Linglong Ghost City, he would be very envious just to be able to get the blessing of Linglong Ghost City.

"When will this quota be determined?"

Wang Ba asked.

"That's not necessarily true. Sometimes it's very fast, but sometimes it may not be over until the market is closed. Do you have any friends who haven't come out yet?"

A monk asked casually.

Wang Ba nodded, and immediately attracted the surprised and envious eyes of several monks who were drinking together:
"Tsk tsk, then you have to curry favor with this one! Most likely you will become a Golden Core cultivator in the future!"

Wang Ba didn't feel much when he heard the words. After all, in his opinion, with Zhao Feng's current talent, it is really only a matter of time before he enters Jindan.

After waiting for a while, the palace was still not open.

Although there was still spirit wine in the storage bag, Wang Ba didn't really want to drink it anymore, so he said goodbye to a few monks who got together to drink temporarily, and returned to the place where the stall was set up before.

This place is not far from the palace, if Zhao Feng comes out, he will be able to see him immediately.

Hang up the signboard, and then put out the spirit turtle essence.

The spirit beast will not be released, and there is nothing to sell anyway.

As time passed, no one was able to come up with the method of the second dantian, and he gradually gave up hope, planning to wait a little longer, and if there were still no one, he would simply close the stall and go to other stalls to have a look.

Maybe you can pick up a leak.

Of course, it's unlikely.

After estimating the time, he touched the little weak bird again, and sure enough, seeing that its crop had become deflated, Dang even began to nurse it again.

He didn't put the little weak bird back until the little guy's crop was full again.

When I looked up, I saw a familiar figure standing in front of the booth.

"Friend Daoist Tang?"

Wang Ba couldn't help showing surprise.

Tang Ji nodded with a smile: "Anyway, there's nothing to do. I just came here, and I want to talk to fellow Taoist about beast control."

Wang Ba didn't reject it when he heard the words. After learning the way of controlling beasts by himself for so long, he really wanted to communicate with others to prove what he had learned.

He simply took out the remaining spirit wine and invited Tang Ji to sit down.

Tang Ji was taken aback for a moment, and then he didn't care about his image, and sat down on the ground next to Wang Ba.

The two chatted while having a drink.

This time, Tang Ji did not deliberately ask Wang Ba any more questions, but simply exchanged some subtle operations on cultivating spirit beasts.

He even talked about some cultivation methods that Wang Ba had never imagined before.

Immediately, Wang Ba was greatly inspired, and vaguely had a new idea for raising the ranks of Jia [-] and Jia [-].

Therefore, in the communication between Wang Ba and Tang Ji, he no longer deliberately concealed, and expressed his thoughts and conclusions on beast control, except for some of the most core things, without reservation.

"These are actually summed up by fellow daoists?"

Tang Ji's eyes were full of shock.

"I'm ashamed. I'm not practicing, or raising spirit beasts. In my spare time, I can just chat and amuse myself."

Wang Ba laughed.

But Tang Ji shook his head again and again: "It's a pity, if fellow Taoist is in a famous family, based on this background, he must be swimming in the sea and soaring into the sky!"

Hearing Tang Ji's words, Wang Ba couldn't help but a trace of longing rose in his eyes.

He thought so too.

If he was in a top sect, he would not be threatened by sending spirit lotuses like Tianmen Sect, his life would be much easier.

It's a pity that time is also fate.

Tang Ji suddenly wondered:
"By the way, why don't Fellow Daoist Shen try to enter the third floor of this ghost city? I heard that as long as you enter this third floor, there will be many benefits. If you are lucky, you may not be able to join this Linglong ghost city? "

"The third floor of the ghost city?"

Wang Yan laughed immediately when he heard the words, and carried over what the long-eared monk said to him just now:
"Fellow Daoist saw that it was the first time coming."

"I just went there."

"Did you see the manager of the ghost city? He told me personally that if you want to enter the third floor, the minimum requirement is the late foundation establishment stage. I can't even meet the minimum requirement, so how can I enter?" Got the third floor?"

After Wang Ba finished speaking, he found that Fellow Daoist Tang looked at him with a strange expression.

Can not help but some doubts.

Did he say something wrong?

But that's right, he remembered that the old man did say that he could only enter in the late stage of foundation establishment!
But Tang Ji quickly recovered his smile, and said with deep meaning:

"Fellow Daoist, do you want to try again?"

"Maybe it's different if you go now?"

(End of this chapter)