binnovel Chapter 416 The Stand-in is also Crazy (6)
Chapter 416 The Stand-in is also Crazy (6)
Chapter 416 The Stand-in is Crazy (6)
Bu Fan seemed to realize belatedly that he had gone too far and covered his face with his folding fan in embarrassment.
He took out a fruit like a magic trick and handed it to Mo Ci.
"A token of apology."
After leaving the cliff where the god fell, Mo Ci Ke began to cram in knowledge about all aspects of this world.
So he still recognized what Bu Fan took out.
This thing is also one of the medicinal ingredients used by Mo Ci to refine the transformation pill, and is deeply loved by spirit beasts.
This Bu Fan actually knows how to feed the beast.
Sure enough, Mo Qi, who had just been whimpering and crying out in frustration, stopped crying instantly.
Stretching his neck to reach the fruit, Mo Ci had no choice but to reach out and take it.
"Excuse me, Mo Qi has a delicate personality."
When Mo Qi heard this, he bit off the fruit and hummed in dissatisfaction, but his mouth was soon blocked by the fruit.
Bu Fan looked at this scene and his eyes curved with smile.
"It's still a cub, so it's normal for it to be a little delicate. Alas, I also want to raise a spirit beast, but unfortunately I haven't found a suitable one yet."
As he said this, Bu Fan sighed deeply again. It’s not that there is no suitable one.
The main reason is that he has a special physique and cannot raise a spiritual beast.
Mo Ci Ke didn't know there were so many ways, and snored at Mo Qi.
She followed Bu Fan very naturally to his three-story courtyard and chose an empty room.
As soon as he made his choice, Bu Fan immediately sent someone to make arrangements.
In just a cup of tea, the empty room immediately became warm.
It's just this style...
Mo Ci glanced sideways at Bu Fan, whose eyes were full of satisfaction. He didn't expect that this man would take the path of warmth.
Tsk tsk tsk, I can’t tell.
In other words, most monks do not specially decorate their living quarters.
After all, it doesn't matter where you live. There isn't much time to spend there anyway, and everyone is busy practicing.
Especially for independent cultivators, they basically take the sky as their blanket, the earth as their bed, and the whole world as their home!
"Mo Ci, take a look. If there's anything you don't like, tell me and I'll have it changed right away."
After looking at the furnishings in the room, Bu Fan was still talking generously, which was really a bit too enthusiastic. Mo Ci shook his head.
"That's enough. Your arrangement is good. No need to change it."
"Haha, huh? I told you my design is definitely the best. You have good taste!"
After a few words, he started showing off again.
Mo Ci thought with a headache, this Bu Fan is really extraordinary.
"Hey, this is your first time attending the Hundred Cultivators Conference, right?"
Bu Fan suddenly spoke again. Mo Ci was about twenty-two years old now. The Hundred Cultivators Conference was held every ten years. He couldn't have come to participate when he was only eleven years old, right?
"Well, is this your second time participating?"
Bu Fan straightened his back, and the speed of waving the folding fan in his hand increased a bit, with a somewhat smug expression on his face.
"Of course, I participated last time too."
"How old are you?"
Mo Ci asked subconsciously, and Bu Fan responded without hesitation.
"twenty four."
Twenty-four, that would have been fourteen ten years ago, well, that’s not bad.
"So, what rank did you get last time?"
This...
Mo Ci watched as Bu Fan's proud face slowly climbed up the red cloud.
The folding fan was appropriately placed in front of her face, revealing only a pair of panicked eyes.
Well, Bu Fan doesn’t even need to answer, Mo Ci already knows the ranking, so it’s better not to mention it.
"Well, since you participated in the last Hundred Cultivators Conference, you must know a lot about it. I wonder if I would be honored to ask for your advice?"
Mo Ci changed the subject in time, and Bu Fan felt relieved and started talking immediately following this topic.
Speaking of the last Hundred Cultivators Conference, Bu Fan pretended to be a casual cultivator, but he was recognized early on. He was the only one who thought he had hidden himself well.
Later, when he realized what was going on, he was so ashamed and angry that he only played one round and ran away in shame.
Thinking about it now, I still feel a little embarrassed.
He really didn't want to tell anyone about this kind of thing, but fortunately Mo Ci got away from him in time.
Otherwise, I'm afraid I'll break up with this friend right away.
As the conversation went on, Mo Ci also learned from Bu Fan some of the unspoken rules of the Hundred Cultivators Conference and the rules of the competition.
During the first ten days, the ID cards distributed will be separated.
Those with wooden medals will compete with those with wooden medals, those with bronze medals with those with bronze medals, and those with silver medals with those with silver medals.
Each group of people will compete to see who is the strongest, and then in the next ten days, there will be wooden medals, bronze medals, and silver medals, which will disrupt the competition.
After these ten days, there will be a total of one hundred people left, and the gold medal monks will also join them and participate in the subsequent competitions.
The hundred monks who finally stand out will leave a list and post it.
At the same time, the competition will also determine the first and second place.
The top five cultivators will have the opportunity to temper their bodies with the Ten Thousand Years Body Tempering Milk, and can also get benefits from the organizer of this Hundred Cultivators Conference.
There are also rewards later on, but they are not worth mentioning.
The people who appear on this list of 100 people will also be representatives of the younger generation.
If there are any independent cultivators among them, they will definitely be favored by some immortal sects.
Of course, for these participating monks, the first hundred is nothing.
What they are fighting for is the first position.
It can be said that in every Hundred Cultivators Conference, the cultivator who won the championship never lagged behind in ability afterwards.
This shows its value.
Of course, for Mo Ci, everything has to start from the beginning.
That is, ten days ago, he stood out from the casual cultivators.
You have to go to the back to see the gold medal monk appear.
I don’t know who the Yuxiao Sect will send this time.
Will the disciples of Qingling Immortal Master participate? If Mo Ci remembered correctly, Qingling Immortal Master’s sixth disciple was only two years older than Fang Honglu.
I'm only twenty-four this year, which is within the eligible range to participate.
In addition, there is Shen Huaitian, who should be about seventeen years old.
Based on Immortal Qing Ling's personality, he probably wouldn't be allowed to participate, but who knows.
Mo Ci was thinking about things in his mind and was very grateful to Bu Fan for telling him so many things. He took out a bottle of pills and handed it to Bu Fan.
"Thank you."
Bu Fan took a look at the jade bottle, picked it up and looked at it casually. After realizing that it was a pill, he thought about returning it.
"It's just a few words, no need to..."
The moment he opened the bottle cap, his voice stopped abruptly.
Bu Fan looked closer in disbelief, poured out a pill and smelled it carefully, and even ate one.
Then he looked at Mo Ci with wide eyes.
Originally, seeing that Mo Ci was a casual cultivator, he should not be able to produce any good elixirs. He thought that since he didn't need any, there was no need to take any.
But now, Mo Ci broke his cognition.
This pill...
Bu Fan is not a person who doesn't know the value of things. Although this pill can only be considered as a primary one, its quality is top-notch.
He looked at Mo Ci in disbelief, "This pill, it should be difficult for you to obtain it, right?"
He was a little hesitant, but Mo Ci looked calm.
"I made it myself."
"what--?!"
Bu Fan cried out in surprise, and the folding fan in his hand fell to the table with a "click" sound.
He was stunned for a moment, then quickly picked up the folding fan and fanned it quickly, then suddenly moved closer.
"You, you are not some immortal sect's alchemy cultivator, hiding your identity to participate in the Hundred Cultivators Conference, right?"
Mo Ci: "? Why do you think so?"