The arena of Baicaomen is crowded with people and is lively and lively.

Thousands of acres of spacious arena accommodates more than 30,000 people, without any congestion.

Ten arenas that are hundreds of feet wide are the most eye-catching, majestic and domineering, and various reinforcement arrays are depicted closely around the arena.

There are also a series of rings such as alchemy, talisman making, weapon refining, etc., arranged in a systematic manner in various places in the arena.

Wang An and his fours walked through the crowded crowd, staring at the spectacular scene in shock, and were speechless for a long time.

A magnificent viewing platform was built directly above the entire arena. The rows of chairs were arranged neatly, among which the four large and wide chairs inlaid with magic arrays and monster skins were eye-catching.

At this moment, a foundation-building monk was constantly sowing chicken soup on it.

"Dear fellow disciples, the annual competition is here again..." His words spread throughout the arena through the expansion of the magic circle.

"Let me introduce the special guests attending this Xiaobi." The man suddenly changed his mind.

"Next, please invite the four Golden Pill Ancestors, Han Qinsheng, Jiang Wenhao, Zhang Xiaotian, and Gong Shang Liuying, to take their seats..."

As soon as his words fell, there was a blur on the four chairs in front of him, and four people covered with mighty pressure appeared instantly.

As soon as these four people appeared, there were crowds of people and were very lively.

"Golden Pill! I saw the Golden Pill Ancestor!"

"When will I be able to cultivate the golden elixir?"

"Ergouzi, stop dreaming. It would be great if you can build a foundation in your life. Don't be a toad who wants to eat swan meat."

“Ah haha…”

"Why did you get the Jindan boss like this this year? Isn't it just one or two before..."

"Hmm? He is here too?" Wang An looked at Han Qinsheng with some surprise.

Han Qinsheng seemed to have a sense immediately, and directly cast his eyes on Wang An and several others, and glanced at Wang An indifferently.

"Ah? Old Ancestor Han saw it..." Xiao Sheng said with a panic look on his face. "Senior brother, are you not serious when doing things for him?"

"Haha, there is nothing." Wang An smiled calmly.

The platform is like heavy dates, thick eyebrows and square ears, is Jiang Wenhao, the master of the Baicaomen weapon refining peak, the person with a thin face and a serious expression and no smile is the master of the Law Enforcement Hall; the woman in her early thirties and long hair and waist are the master of the Magic Formation Peak, and Han Qinsheng is the master of the Dan Peak.

"Is that the one? The eighth level of Qi Refining? Brother Han, are you sure he is the five spiritual root? Seeing that he is already the eighth level of Qi Refining at a young age, his talent is not bad." Jiang Wenhao saw Han Qinsheng take a look and asked him quietly.

"Bloodline!" Han Qinsheng spitted out two words.

"Bloodline!" Jiang Wenhao repeated in shock, with an incredible expression on his face.

"Hehe, what are you two old ghosts muttering?" With the senses of the Jindan monk, they naturally could not hide the words of Zhang Xiaotian, Gong Shang Liuying and Gong Shang Liuying and Gong Shang Liuying asked with a giggle.

Zhang Xiaotian also looked at Han Qinsheng with interest and said Jiang Wenhao.

"Nothing." The two looked like they were taboo.

Seeing that they didn't say anything, Gong Shang Liuying lost interest in asking questions.

This year's small competition is particularly grand. The six Golden Pill Cultivators on the Baicao Sect's open appearance did not come, but they even appeared together without the master of the Fulu Peak.

The most surprising thing is that Han Qinsheng, who rarely appears in such occasions, also appears.

Six masters of fake pills came one after another.

The false pill is a cultivator who fails to form the pill in the end. This type is rare. The second is a cultivator who has reached the twelve level of foundation building, and can attack the golden pill at any time.

Yan Feihong's master Su Yuanyu is a cultivator who has built a foundation and is also a senior alchemist.

And he is the senior alchemist who has the most chance to advance to the alchemy master in the sect. Now Dan Peak is very embarrassing, with only Han Qinsheng, one alchemy master supporting him. As for the alchemy master, there is only one, his junior brother Wei Chunqiu, known as "Dannihilation", and doesn't care about anything except alchemy. The rest are senior alchemists.

In addition, more than a dozen monks who have reached the advanced level or above in talisman making, formation making, puppet making, etc. were invited to be guests.

"Okay, now all the guests are here, let us welcome them with warm applause!"

As the voice of the foundation-building man fell, the audience applause was deafening.

"Now, I announce that the annual Little Bike will start now."

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"Senior brother, which are you in?" Xiao Sheng said to Wang An with his identity card.

"I'm at Channel 8!" Wang An said, "The sign in his hand."

"We are all on Channel 1!" Xiao Sheng and the other two said with a frustration. "They said that the people on Channel 1 are the most trashy, basically from the first to third floors of Qi refining. There is no need to pay attention to the previous stages every year."

"Where is the No. 10 Station?" Wang An was quite surprised when he heard this.

"They are all masters of Qi Refining Great Perfection or Qi Refining Twelve Levels, and by the way, there are still those monsters." Xiao Sheng looked at the No. 10 ring with some envy.

"Monster?" Wang An looked at TV No. 10 with interest, his eyes full of strong fighting spirit.

The monster refers to the monks who occupy the top three outer sects all year round, and those three of them are all foundation-building cultivation.

The first place is Ying Piaopiao, a woman who has been wearing a veil all year round, and her age is unknown. She uses a soft sword in her hand and her sword skills are superb.

The second-ranked middle-aged man in his thirties. No one has ever seen him take action, and no one has ever challenged him.

The third-ranked boy was a weak-looking boy holding a jade flute in his hand. He was said to have the most mysterious and unpredictable sound skills, killing people invisibly and unable to defend themselves. He is the most difficult person among the top ten outer disciples.

Among the ten outer disciples, each of them has unique skills and is strong in resisting foundation building.

Wang An’s main opponent this time was them, and he also strongly wanted to fight them happily.

Wang An looked at his first opponent, a cultivator at the fifth level of Qi Refining, and calculated when he would appear and run directly to the Doudan area.

Before leaving, he would not forget to remind Yan Feihong and the other two to pay attention to protecting themselves. When they meet an invincible person, remember to admit defeat immediately. At the same time, Wang An flew a few more people to return to Yuandan, as well as injured medicines such as Biyu San.

"Oh, senior brother, don't worry. The opponents in front of us are basically the first level of Qi refining. We can handle it easily, so you don't have to worry." Tie Daniu said carelessly.
Chapter completed!