Wang Shuo smiled: "Just call me Senior Wang, it's better not to let anyone know about our relationship!"

Lin Yuan frowned and said, "What are you, a Nascent Soul monk, doing in the Golden Pill?"

Wang Shuo raised his brows: "How did you know that I am a Nascent Soul monk? What if I really am a Golden Elixir monk?"

"How could my great-grand aunt find a golden elixir as a Taoist companion? Others believe that you are a golden elixir, but I don't believe it! What's more, the evil spirit you just released is not something that we and other golden elixir monks can cultivate!"

"Yes Yes Yes!"

Lin Yuan said again: "My great-grand aunt is fine, I haven't seen her for a long time!"

Wang Shuo let out a long sigh: "She is now a monk who has become a god. She is so good that you don't need to worry!"

"Really? Transformation into a god?" Lin Ying's eyes widened, she covered her mouth and exclaimed, looking very excited.

Wang Shuo shook his head helplessly: "What's all the fuss about? A hundred years ago she was at the peak of the late Nascent Soul. It's not surprising that she will be lucky enough to break through to become a god a hundred years later!"

"So, what about you?"

"Me?" Wang Shuo pointed at himself and smiled proudly: "I am much more powerful than the Transformation God!"

"Have you also broken through to become a god?" Lin Yuan looked at Wang Shuo in confusion.

Wang Shuo raised his eyebrows and said with a strange air: "I haven't broken through the transformation of God, but my strength is...no less than that of Transformation God! By the way, what are you looking for me for?"

"After all, it's just an acquaintance. It's not too much to meet. But you, you are so bored that you bully the junior?"

"Blame them for being blind!" Wang Shuo narrowed his eyes.

Lin Yuan left soon after, still maintaining an excited look on her face. After all, the monk who transformed into gods only appeared in legends.

…

A few days later, the city of Limulus was bustling with activity. Monks from various sects in the Qi Kingdom came one after another to have a look at the Qi Kingdom Friendship Party, but mostly they hoped to meet some like-minded people and exchange their cultivation experiences.

Wang Shuo and others led a group of disciples to walk on the streets, and could see many monks in the Qi Refining Stage setting up stalls and trading, while more of those who built the Foundation Pill were watching from a distance.

Wang Shuo's spiritual consciousness wandered among the crowd and found that one of them had abnormal soul fluctuations. If he guessed correctly, he was probably a Yuanying monk who had suppressed his cultivation and blended in with the crowd.

It's not surprising that this social gathering is so lively, and more or less Nascent Soul monks will come.

"Senior Brother Changqi, I wonder what these social gatherings usually do?" Wang Shuo asked.

He smiled: "Oh, it's easy to say. It's basically a competition, but there are tricks to this competition!"

"Is there any other way to compare?" Wang Shuo's eyes lit up, very interested.

Luo Jue chuckled: "The most interesting thing is naturally watching these disciples. Have you ever heard of Cuju?"

"I've heard of it. Isn't that just entertainment for mortals?"

"Yes, it is entertainment for mortals. This social gathering can also be said to be Cuju among the disciples of the three sects, which means hitting the ball into the hole. However, it is forbidden to touch the ball with the body, and you can only hit the ball through magic!"

Wang Shuo nodded and had a general understanding, but he still had doubts: "What should I do if I get hurt or die?"

Chang Qi smiled slightly: "So what if you die outside because your skills are not as good as others'? The three major sects are left with those capable disciples!"

Wang Shuo blinked and then recalled the sect's sect's teachings, which indeed said this. Perhaps this is also the reason why Tianlang Sect, Tianyu Sect, and Baihua Sect are the strongest in Qi State.

…

An hour later, in a huge paddock somewhere in Limulus City, three sects gathered together, each sitting on their own viewing platform.

This paddock covers a total area of ​​21 hectares. According to legend, it took thirty years for the emperor to ask mortals to build it. Every brick and stone in the paddock was carefully crafted and moved by mortal bodies. The people who died for this project also

countless.

In return, the Qi monks collected eight million spiritual stones and gave them to the royal family. It is unknown whether all eight million were given to the emperor.

One hundred thousand stone chairs are filled with monks. It is said that the stone paintings on these one hundred thousand stone chairs are different, and each one symbolizes a blessing.

Luo Jue Changqi and others were instructing a group of disciples to play Cuju. Wang Shuo sat on a stone chair on the viewing platform and looked down at the field below. The two sisters surnamed Wu sat beside him and said nothing.

"Such a large area is enough for these disciples to fly!" Wang Shuo smiled slightly.

At this time, Luo Jue raised two people and came to Wang Shuo's side: "Junior brother, this social gathering needs someone to host it. Our three sects are going to discuss who will host it!"

Wang Shuo stood up: "Let's go and discuss it!"

…

"Everyone, Han Xiangyang of the Albino Sect is the host of this social gathering!" Han Xiangyang flew high in the sky and said to the monks below.

Although he had a smile on his face, his eyes were very helpless. If Wang Shuo hadn't suggested that he host it, he wouldn't have been willing to do it!

"Albino Sect Han Xiangyang, is that the lewd thief Han Xiangyang?"

"Yes, yes, that's him. I feel sick when I see this grandson!"

Han Xiangyang heard the discussion below clearly, and his face turned red. He was indeed lustful, but he never thought that he would be so famous.

"The social gathering held every five years has lasted for hundreds of years. Every time, we can see the three sects and compete for the top..." Han Xiangyang said.

The people below were dissatisfied: "Why is this grandson still letting Naobitao go? Hurry up and get out of here!"

"I fucking want to chop him to death for saying so many words!"

"Why do you ask such a guy to host it!"

"Go and eat shit, Han Xiangyang!"

Han Xiangyang gritted his teeth and still smiled: "Since everyone is so enthusiastic, I won't delay and just call the three disciples to start this exciting Cuju!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Han Xiangyang hurriedly turned into a spiritual light and rushed to the viewing platform of the Albino Gate, unwilling to show his face again.

In the square below, the disciples of the three sects walked out of the mouth, and everyone was in joy. The betting on spiritual stones had already begun.

Wang Shuo on the stage smiled slightly: "This is not over yet. Why did Fellow Daoist Han shrink up?"

The disciples of the three sects came in, all ready to go, waiting for the "door" and "ju".

Not long after, Han Xiangyang reluctantly flew out again and stopped a hundred meters above the square below.

Everyone yelled and cursed again. Han Xiangyang held back his anger and made seals with his hands. A ring of spiritual light lit up in the void. Above the ring were written "Sirius Wolf", "Tianyu" and "Albino", and "None" below them.

"Every word I write is careless!"

"Whatever you are writing, I can write better with my feet than Han Xiangyang!"

"I'm afraid that others will see those three names clearly!"

"What kind of person writes what kind of words!"

Han Xiangyang's chest was heaving. He closed his eyes, suppressed his anger and took out an iron ball: "Everyone, are you ready?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the disciples of the three sects took off one after another and set up their respective sect's unique ball formations.

"start!"

Han Xiangyang gave an order and threw the iron ball in his hand, and he turned into a spiritual light and flew back to the stands!
Chapter completed!