The Immortal Contest did not come as scheduled, but was postponed for more than ten days. More than ten days may seem long, but to the monks, it is just a blink of an eye.

During these days, Zhou An spent every day with Qi Fugui in the Fugui Building, drinking and drinking until dawn.

He is probably the only one who is so indulgent.

Of course, the other princes did not dare to show such indulgence, at most they only did it in private, Qi Fugui's reputation in the imperial capital seemed to have rotted long ago, and the emperor knew it, so he let him go after a long time.

Zhou An also had to sigh, Qi Fugui's excellence is still obvious, compared with some mediocre princes, he is very different.

On the day before the Immortal Contest.

On their way to Fugui Building, the two were intercepted laterally by a luxurious carriage.

A man stepped out of the carriage, dressed gorgeously, and his face was somewhat similar to Qi Fugui's, even more handsome, but with a bit of coldness.

"Third brother is living a comfortable life. He spends every day in the Fugui Building, which makes us envious." The man said in a strange way, with a mocking smile on his face.

Qi Fugui smiled indifferently, and instead said: "Why, I have no money? I have no money. I invite you to go. I opened the Fugui Building. You just need to report your name and it will be charged to my account." Just do it."

The one in front of him is the fourth king of Da Qi, King Bingnan, who seems to have a bad relationship with Qi Fugui.

"I won't talk nonsense with you, it's boring." King Bingnan smiled, as if he looked down on Qi Fugui, and then said: "I'm here to speak for elder brother. Some things should be done according to one's ability. I don’t know the situation in front of me.”

Then, he said in a low voice: "You can win the Immortal Contest, but you can win one or two rounds at most. I don't think it makes much sense. Just surrender."

"However, with your crooked melons and rotten dates in Qingzhou, I'm afraid you can't win. I think the elder brother is worrying too much."

He glanced at Zhou An, and felt very ordinary, even if he thought about it, he was not that great. The other candidates in Qingzhou who participated in the competition for immortals were all Nascent Souls, so there was nothing to worry about.

After finishing speaking, the four kings walked back into the carriage, and then there was a loud laugh, and the carriage moved forward slowly, disappearing at the end of the street.

"He's very arrogant, aren't you angry?" Zhou An raised his eyebrows and said.

There was a playful smile on Qi Fugui's face: "Why am I angry, do people need to be angry with dogs? I used to look up to this guy, but now that's it, the eldest prince may not inherit the throne, he just I ran to be a dog for others."

Zhou An was silent for a moment and said: "You said that if I kill all the other princes and princes, will you be able to inherit the throne logically?"

"..." Qi Fugui was also taken aback when he heard this, "In theory, it is like this, but no one can do it, you can't do it, even if the sword fairy comes."

"My father is sitting in the imperial capital, so he has the strength of the fusion period, and with the luck of the imperial city, even if the sword fairy comes, he can fight."

"And my background in Daqi is deeper than you can imagine."

Zhou An smiled and didn't take it seriously, then changed his voice and said: "That girl Qingfeng played a good song yesterday."

"Oh, you think so too. It seems that your taste is similar to this king, and you still call her today." Qi Fugui said with a smile.

The biggest advantage of Qi Fugui may be that he is rich. It is about the kind of wealth that can rival a country. Fugui Buildings have been opened in every place in Daqi, and they all operate in the same mode. They do not rely on any privileges, but rely on their own Operating ability, as well as strong financial resources, compared with peers.

Most of the dandies from the imperial capital also gathered in the Fugui Building, including many monks who are fond of romantic affairs. In this place, everyone talks openly and treats each other frankly, even regardless of mortal monks.

Zhou An also enjoyed this kind of atmosphere very much. He looked like he was drinking heavily and eating meat. If he didn't have some concerns in his heart, he could go on like this forever.

But in the eyes of others, he is definitely a weirdo. When he came to Fugui Building, he only listened to music, drank and ate meat, but he didn't do what he should do.

"I plan to set up a barter place in the future, called Xuanbao Tower, which will definitely attract a large number of monks, and next to it is the Fugui Tower." Qi Fugui said drunkenly while drinking, looking like he was drunk Yes, but his eyes are awake.

Drunk like drunk, but not drunk.

After hearing this, a son next to him said, "My lord is talking about replacing the fairy magic weapon."

Qi Fugui nodded and said: "That's right, it's just that I don't have enough financial resources now, but if it really opens up in every place in Daqi, it will definitely be a lot of money, and it will benefit my monks in Daqi. There will be countless."

"If you are interested, you can invest, and Xuanbao Pavilion will definitely have your share."

Hearing this, the others looked at each other in blank dismay for a moment, even if they had money, they didn't dare to agree casually, and the King Wu'an in front of him was one of the richest people in Daqi, and he didn't even have enough financial resources, so how much would it cost? Only money can fill this hole.

Zhou An took a sip of his wine and interjected, "But if the Xuanbao Pavilion is to be opened, I'm afraid it will require a lot of monks, and among them there must be people who are proficient in appraising treasures."

Qi Fugui nodded and said: "However, I don't think this is a problem, just like my Fugui Building, there was nothing in the beginning?"

Zhou An smiled, thinking that Qi Fugui was joking: "I don't have money, and I can't invest."

Qi Fugui said quite proudly: "Haha, if this matter can be done brother, you must have your share, so don't worry."

Saying this, it means something.

Other people around also looked sideways, secretly sighing that the relationship between Zhou An and the prince is unusual.

Zhou An shook his head: "I don't want this extravagantly."

As he spoke, he took another sip of his wine.

Fuguilou's fermented wine has been brewed for more than 50 years. It is mellow and full of aura. From the selection of materials, it is a treasure of heaven and earth, and even monks will be fascinated by it.

The night passed quickly, and the conversation gradually reached dawn.

The next day was the Immortal Contest. In the central area of ​​the imperial capital, there was already a sea of ​​people before dawn. Many monks walked through the air, and some even came from outside the city in large flying boats.

As the most powerful one, Zhou An is naturally the team leader of Qingzhou, but in the palace, he met an unexpected acquaintance, Wei Lanfeng from Anshan College.

When Wei Lanfeng saw Zhou An, his expression was completely different from last time, with a trace of excitement, he cupped his hands and said, "I've seen Senior Zhou."

Zhou An was a little strange: "Why are you here, are you also here to participate in the competition for immortals?"

Wei Lanfeng nodded and said: "That's right, my swordsmanship has made a big breakthrough recently, and my strength has also improved, so I replaced the previous Liu Ruoshui."

Liu Ruoshui is also a Nascent Soul cultivator. Zhou An has some impressions that his strength is not too strong, it can only be said to be quite satisfactory.

Wei Lanfeng is a swordsman, stronger in terms of combat power, and has made breakthroughs in the way of swordsmanship. It is understandable to replace Liu Ruoshui.

Zhou An nodded, and didn't care about it. He yawned and said, "Okay, you go and call people to gather. We are going to leave, and we have to go there three hours in advance."

Wei Lanfeng breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Zhou An's words. He was afraid that Zhou An would have opinions on what he had done in the academy before, and he also knew that Zhou An's status here might be very high. If he didn't want him to go, I'm afraid he really won't be able to go today.

"Thank you Senior Zhou." He said, then turned to greet the others.

There are a total of hundreds of people in the entire team, and it is said that some of them have already arrived at the scene. The so-called contest for immortals is not only about force, but also other aspects.

Alchemy, refining tools, methods of divination, and even a simple discussion of the Tao.

One hundred of them are the best monks in Qingzhou, and there is always one aspect that is top-notch, so they can come to participate.

All monks who can participate in the competition for immortals will have a lot of benefits, and if they can get the ranking, there will be rewards beyond imagination.

Of course, the force competition accounted for the largest proportion, and it could also greatly affect the final result. Qingzhou ranked almost at the bottom in the last competition for immortals, because it lost in the force competition.

The other two Nascent Soul cultivators, one named Cheng Jin, wore long black hair and always looked icy, but they were quite handsome, probably being pursued by many young female monks in Qingzhou.

I heard from Qi Fugui before that this person's family background is also quite extraordinary. He belongs to a family of cultivators, with Da Qi as his back, and his father is a monk in the stage of transformation.

The other is a female monk, Li Luo, wearing a large black robe, short hair, a lazy look, and a wooden stick in her mouth.

Compared with them, Wei Lanfeng seemed more normal. He greeted him solemnly: "Hi, my name is Wei Lanfeng."

"Oh." Cheng Jin glanced at him with arrogance on his face.

"Hi." Li Luo waved her hand and said lazily, with a smile on her face, "Don't pay attention to him, he's always been like this."

At this moment, Zhou An's voice came: "What are you all talking about, hurry up, we are ready to go."

Everyone's body trembled, the invisible coercion made them tremble, and their movements suddenly became faster.

They don't know much about Zhou An, the team leader, who usually doesn't show his face. They only know that he ran to the Fugui Building with the prince every day. He doesn't seem to be a serious person, but they have heard about Zhou An's deeds. Better than Gu Si from Anshan College.

Seeing that these people quickly gathered together, looking obedient, Zhou An showed a satisfied expression and waved his hand, just like a kindergarten teacher leading a group of children to the outside of the palace: "Come this way, go this way."

A group of monks followed Zhou An like this, and walked along the dark street, everyone on the road was startled.

Just when the others were wondering what they were going to do, the line suddenly stopped, and Zhou An was standing in front of the pancake stall buying pancakes, looking at them and counting: "The boss has a total of 230 pancakes!"

The boss is an old man over half a century old, with dark skin and a white rag on his shoulders. When you see these people's attire, you will know that they are monks. It is also the first time I have seen so many monks come to his pancake stand at the same time. Buy pancakes.

And monks generally don't know how to eat pancakes, and the customers at his booth are all mortals.

"Two... two hundred?" The boss was also stunned, "It may take a while for two hundred."

Zhou An thought for a while and said, "It's okay, we'll help you."

subsequently.

He looked at Wei Lanfeng and said: "Go and bake pancakes for the boss, hurry up, otherwise our time may be a bit late."

Wei Lanfeng froze for a moment without thinking too much, and obediently ran to help the boss bake pancakes, but he didn't know how to control the fire, let alone bake pancakes, so he seemed a little flustered.

Zhou An looked at the other two, Cheng Jin and Li Luo.

Cheng Jin was taken aback, and seemed to want to say something, so he was dragged by Liluo to help. Liluo seemed to be very interested in baking pancakes, so he regained his spirit and said, "No problem, I'm the best at baking pancakes."

Li Luo is good at controlling fire. With his help, two hundred pancakes were baked in just over ten minutes.

Cheng Jin, on the other hand, made himself ashamed, looking like a doormat.

One person gave out two pancakes, and they went on the road again. The others had to accept the pancakes Zhou An sent out, and dared not refuse, so a large group of monks bit the bullet and walked on the street to eat pancakes.

Zhou An walked in the front, and couldn't help showing a smile on his face. It was rare for him to have a bad taste. Seeing these people dare not speak out, the smile was even worse.

Wei Lanfeng followed behind Zhou An with a sluggish expression, gnawed on pancakes, chewed them mechanically, and asked:

"Leader, are we going to walk over like this?"

Zhou An nodded: "That's right, it takes about the same time to walk from here, and we just happen to be exercising."

What kind of person is this!

Cheng Jin's eyes became two slits, and he always felt that everyone passing by was looking at them, and there happened to be contestants from other states flying past in flying boats above his head, and some of them were simply riding a large cloud, looking extraordinary .

It seems that they are the only ones who use it.

Cheng Jin's fame may be ruined here!

The team fell into a strange silence, when Li Luo raised her hand and said, "Leader, are we really not considering other ways to get there?"

Zhou An just finished eating two pancakes, with an inexplicable smile on his face: "What's the rush, anyway, we are the first to start, if we don't go, they will have to wait for us."

The corners of Li Luo's eyes twitched invisibly, and he removed the wooden stick from his mouth, realizing that the leader seemed a little unreliable.

The Immortal Contest was held in the imperial palace. Hundreds of different forces gathered in different positions. The number of people was more than two or three times that of previous years.

This competition for immortals is very important, it will change the situation of Daqi, and some figures from the fusion period of the leaders of the immortal sect also came to the scene.

Daqi has a total of thirty-two prefectures, with a vast territory, and each prefecture is also big and small. Qingzhou is relatively small, and Hezhou is considered large. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com One Hezhou is roughly equal to two or three Qingzhous.

A child in a loose robe stood on the stands, looking around: "Why hasn't Zhou An come yet? Isn't he also going to participate?"

He looked around, but couldn't find Zhou An.

At this time.

People from almost all the states came. Although the Immortal Contest started at noon, before coming, Da Qi's National Teacher Association had a discussion with another big boss.

Even if the discussion on the existence of the integration period is just to watch, it will benefit a lot for ordinary monks.

Seeing the empty place below, Qi Fugui couldn't sit still, but everyone else was staring at him, and it was impossible to leave here, so he could only ask Wang Mang next to him via voice transmission: "Why haven't Zhou An and the others come yet? Are they here?" Did something happen?"

Wang Mang's expression was a little strange, and he responded, "I just asked, but no, they are coming, and they should be here soon."

"Come here?" Qi Fugui realized that he seemed to have overlooked something.

Wang Mang reminded: "My lord, I took Zhou An to Jiewei Mountain last time."

Qi Fugui fell into deep thought.

Zhou An doesn't know how to soar through the clouds?

Probably not.

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