Time flies and it will be fifteen days later.
These past ten days have terrified Huangfu Song.
The feeling of being watched in the dark made him think that some enemy troops had sneaked in.
After experiencing it for a few more days, I just couldn't help but find Emperor Xianwu.
He said that in the past few days, he felt like someone was staring at him, like a light on his back, but he couldn't detect it and couldn't find the person.
Most likely an enemy.
Emperor Xianwu was very serious at first and asked about the general situation and the start time.
After the information was clearly connected, there was a smile in his eyes.
But I didn't explain it clearly to Huangfu Song. I just told him that it was okay and that I could live my life as I should.
Huangfu Song was confused, but he didn't dare to ask again, so he had to leave in frustration.
This day is the competition day.
It's not yet dawn, but Yongjing City is already busy.
During the golden age that occurs once every five years, almost all the strongest men in the entire dynasty come here.
Ascension Platform Square in the east of the city is already buzzing with people.
More than 1,600 players came from the Great Yong Dynasty states and counties, gathering here to be extremely lively.
Zhou Qi didn't rush over and found a tea shop in the city to drink tea for a while before setting off to the east of the city.
As I walked closer, I sensed a Divine Sense, and I was immediately shocked by the scene.
More than a thousand Foundation Establishment players gathered in the square Qi and Blood. When observed with Divine Sense, you can see Qi and Blood reaching straight into the sky.
His Divine Sense was shaken by the shock and he quickly took it back.
It's really a big scene.
Twenty huge arenas were set up around the square, each thirty feet square, paved with bluestone, with formation pillars standing at the four corners, and a pale golden light curtain looming.
The Ascendant Immortal Platform in the center is nine feet high. The white jade table glows with a warm luster in the sun. The spiritual fires on the tops of the four coiled dragon columns are burning brightly, making the entire high platform solemn and solemn.
Outside the arena are tiers of stands, already filled with people watching and young monks who didn't make it in time to sign up.
Further away, dozens of temporary sheds were erected, selling food, tea, and elixirs. There were shouts and shouts, like a lively temple fair.
But the atmosphere in the player area is far less relaxed than outside.
Athletes stand in different areas according to their cultivation level.
At the very front, near Ascendant Immortal Platform, there is an exclusive area surrounded by vermilion ropes, which is the seeded player area of Foundation Establishment Late Stage.
Behind is the Foundation Establishment Middle Stage area, where nearly a thousand people are standing in a dark crowd.
Most of them are around thirty years old, wearing various colorful robes, with long swords or jade pendants hanging from their waists, and they look extraordinary.
Some were chatting in low voices, some were closing their eyes and concentrating, and some were stretching their muscles and warming up.
Further back is the area of Foundation Establishment Early Stage.
The number of people here is actually smaller than in the mid-term, with only a few hundred people, but almost all of them are in their forties.
This may be their last chance.
When Zhou Qi arrived, the queue was already very long.
At the entrance of the contestants, more than a dozen tables were lined up. Behind each table sat a verifier who was checking Token, road guide, and bone age one by one.
Those who pass will receive Token and enter the contestant area from the other side.
Zhou Qi walked to the end of the line and stood still.
The queue didn't take long.
When it was his turn, he handed over Token.
The verification officer took it and took a look, and his eyes fell on the line of small characters on the back of Token, which read "No. 5137".
His hand paused.
He raised his head and looked Zhou Qi up and down.
The verification officer swallowed, stood up, walked around from behind the table, bowed to Zhou Qi, and then turned sideways to lead the way. "Mr. Zhou, please go this way."
He led Zhou Qi to another passage. There was a sign at the entrance of that passage with the words "Official Passage" written on it. Normally, only royal envoys and Immortal Sect messengers could go there.
Dissatisfied voices came from the queue. "Why doesn't he line up? Take the official channel?"
The sound was not loud, but everyone around heard it.
Someone echoed, "That's right, they are all here to compete, why should we be special?"
The verification staff paused, glanced back, and said calmly, "That is the seed player of Foundation Establishment Late Stage. If you have any objections, you can first go to Spirit-Testing Stone and raise your cultivation level to Foundation Establishment Late Stage, and then talk to me."
The complaints stopped abruptly.
The person who just spoke shrank his neck, lowered his head, and did not dare to say anything again.
Zhou Qi did not look back, and followed the inspector through the side corridor, bypassing Ascendant Immortal Platform, and came to a row of quiet houses at the back.
The verification officer knocked twice on the door of a room, pushed it open, and bowed. "Mr. Zhou, please wait inside. Several seed players have already arrived, and they are all inside."
Zhou Qi nodded and stepped into the threshold.
This is a simply decorated quiet room.
The floor is made of blue bricks, and a landscape painting hangs on the wall. Under the painting is a long table with teapots and cups on it.
Several Taishi chairs are placed against the wall, with dark red velvet cushions covering the seats.
You can see a corner of Ascendant Immortal Platform outside the window, but you can't hear the noise outside. The room has a soundproof array.
Four people have already arrived in the room.
A burly man sat with a golden sword, and next to him stood a young man in white, with a face like a crown jewel, holding a folding fan. On the chair in the corner, sat a Red-robed Woman. In the innermost shadow, a thin middle-aged man leaned on the back of the chair, with his arms folded across his chest.
Several people were chatting and seemed to know each other.
Zhou Qi The moment he pushed the door open, the chatter in the room stopped.
The four people looked at the door at the same time.
Zhou Qi glanced at everyone, nodded slightly, walked to an empty chair against the wall, and sat down.
Dark Moon Saber was placed by his legs, he leaned back on the chair and closed his eyes.
There was silence for a moment.
The young man in white clothes closed the folding fan, straightened his clothes, put on a gentle smile on his face, walked up to Zhou Qi, clasped his fists and said, "Jiangnan Su Clan, Su Wenyuan, Foundation Establishment, Eighth-Layer Mid-Stage, I wonder if you sir...?"
Zhou Qi opened his eyes, glanced at him, nodded and said lightly, "Zhou Qi, Lin'an City."
After saying that, he closed his eyes again.
Su Wenyuan's smile froze slightly, but quickly returned to normal.
He came here to find out, but the man in front of him didn't give him any face.
He nodded, said "Nice to meet you", turned around and walked back to where he was.
The room became quiet again.
There was a very soft whisper from the corner, like two words squeezed out from between the teeth. "What are you pretending to be?"
Although the voice was soft, the people in the room were all Foundation Establishment monks with extraordinary ears, so everyone could hear it clearly.
Zhou Qi didn't even move his eyelids.
The one who spoke was the burly man, who was looking at Zhou Qi with disdain.
The thin middle-aged man next to him opened his eyes, glanced at Zhao Wuji, and said in a medium-low voice, just enough for everyone to hear. "Hush, this person should be Foundation Establishment, Ninth Layer."
Zhao Wuji paused his hand and said angrily, "So what, Hongyuan is also at the peak of the ninth level."
Shen Hongyuan stopped wiping his sword, raised his head and glanced at Zhao Wuji, feeling a cold feeling flash across his face.
Zhao Wuji quickly smiled a few times, lowered his head to drink tea, and stopped talking.