The monks who handed out invitations to Gongzi Yan were not just Li Miaohan, but dozens of monks, each with great background.

A golden armored emperor guard held a black box and presented it to him, saying, "His Royal Highness has prepared a banquet and invited the prince to talk to him. This is a meeting gift, I hope the prince will accept it."

Prince Yan did not go to pick up the black box and responded with a smile: "I have long admired the name of the Emperor's ancestor and the prince, and I will be spared the meeting ceremony. In the future, Yan will definitely visit him in person."

Some people from the top and strong circles showed up and sent invitations, but were all rejected by Gongzi Yan.

Just when all the monks thought that Young Master Yan would receive the invitation sent by Li Miaohan, the appearance of the Dead Ruins and the Green Fangs caused a hustle and bustle to sound here again.

From afar, the Death Ruins laughed: "Brother Yan, why did you come? Zi Yan and the others have been waiting for you for a long time."

Qingyao bowed slightly and smiled, "Brother Yan, you are indeed too slow this time. Both De Tian and Qiong Lin arrived first before you, and even the King of Daxi, who has been unpunctual, sat on the banquet. If you don't come, the wine will be almost cold!"

Seeing the Death Ruins and Qingyaoya, Gongzi Yan bowed to Li Miaohan and others for guilt, went up and said, "I came immediately after receiving the news, but I encountered some minor troubles on the road, so I was only one step late. Let's go, if you don't go, I'm afraid that Shang Zixuan and Death guys would also punish me at least three cups."

Fairy Tianchu sent a proud disciple to invite Gongzi Yan to get together, but was rejected by the other party. Looking at Gongzi Yan's back, countless monks felt incredible.

But when everyone thought about the person who invited Gongzi Yan was Shang Zigong, Desert Tian, ​​Qionglin, and Daxi King, so everyone was relieved.

Zhang Ruochen stood in the distance, looking at the Death Ruins and Green Fangs, and found that the aura emitted by them was extremely powerful. Even if he surpassed him, he might have reached the realm of the Three-Step Holy King.

"The lifting speed is amazingly fast?" Zhang Ruochen felt some pressure.

Competing with top geniuses is really a retreat if you don’t advance.

You are making progress, and others are making progress. If you make progress slower, others will surpass you.

However, there is no way. Both Death Ruins and Qingyaya can enter the fourth courtyard. The holy fruits and holy medicines picked in the fourth courtyard must be more precious, and their cultivation will naturally improve by leaps and bounds. Besides, as they are the two of them, if they want to obtain holy fruits and holy medicines to improve their cultivation, they may not necessarily pick them in person.

The Conquering the Gods Platform Conference is full of countless opportunities. The lower the level of cultivation, the greater the improvement.

On the contrary, people with a high level of cultivation will be more difficult to improve.

for example:

For a strong man in the five-step holy king realm, there are hundreds of thousands of holy rules in his body. If he swallows holy fruits such as the Xinyue Holy Fruit, he can only increase hundreds of holy fruit rules, and the improvement of his cultivation can be said to be minimal.

Only holy medicines over 50,000 years can attract their hearts.

The Eight-Armed Spider King said: "Now, do you know the energy of the Heavenly Realm faction? Even the leaders of the Space Temple must make friends with them. Although the Heavenly Realm is only at the bottom of the Heavenly Realm faction, it depends on the owner to beat the dog. How could the Heavenly Realm not stand up for him?"

Zhang Ruochen said: "The Spider King doesn't have to persuade us anymore. No matter how powerful the faction in the heaven world is, it cannot cover the sky with one hand. This is the Venerable God Platform, and everyone must follow the rules of the Temple of Truth."

The Eight-Armed Spider King knew that he could not afford to provoke the factions in the Heaven Realm, so he sighed, stopped persuading them and said goodbye to leave.

Zhang Ruochen did not fight a war that was unsure. Since he wanted to sell the captives of the holy kings of the faction in the Heaven Realm, he naturally had to make some preparations.

First, Zhang Ruochen used the method of distortion of space to arrange a small space maze around the street stall. Immediately afterwards, he burned space inscriptions in some specific directions and laid out one space trap after another.

He had studied the method of making space traps before, but his cultivation was too low at that time and could not be arranged.

After making the necessary preparations, Zhang Ruochen arranged a small space teleportation array under the street stall. In this way, they can attack and retreat or walk, and they can stand invincible.

Of course, before selling those saint king captives, they have to trade the holy fruits and holy medicines they need.

Xiang Chunan sorted out the treasures left by the seller in the Tiangui Realm before, and sighed: "It's all some rags. Apart from the 40,000-year-old Jianglan grass, there is no one that can be used."

Wrap the cloth mat and throw it aside.

Then, Xiang Chunan took out the treasures he picked from the Fengshentai and put them on the street stall. He also set up a sign that read: "For the holy fruits and holy medicines for body refining."

Zhang Ruochen picked the holy medicine from the underground cave, took out one-third of it, and distributed it to Xiang Chunan.

Immediately afterwards, he placed a cloth mat next to Xiang Chunan, took out some of the holy medicines and holy fruits on his body, and placed them on the cloth mat.

Xiang Chunan glanced at him and his face changed, "Brother Ruochen, why have you picked so many holy fruits?"

In fact, the holy fruit that Zhang Ruochen took out was only one fifth of his body.

If you take it out, Xiang Chunan will probably feel despair.

Zhang Ruochen smiled and said, "I have a few holy fruits that can temper my body here. Do you want me to give it to you by my elder brother?"

Xiang Chunan was a little moved, but he also wanted to be the eldest brother, so he naturally had to show his backbone and said, "No need. The gains from this Conquest of the Gods are related to the ranking of our three brothers. If you lose to me at that time, you will definitely use this as an excuse to deny it. Let's trade fairly and justly. Brother, I have a few holy medicines to improve my cultivation."

After Zhang Ruochen and Xiang Chunan exchanged holy fruits and holy medicines, they sat cross-legged on the ground, refining and absorbing them, while waiting for other monks to trade and exchange.

The seller from Tiangui Realm, Yang Xu, rushed back.

Behind Yang Xu, there was a group of young men and women with great strength, all of whom were sharp in their eyes, which made the monks setting up street stalls nearby panic.

"It was them, they broke the rules of the Temple of Truth, not only seriously injured me, but also snatched my treasure."

Yang Xu pointed to the cloth mat next to Xiang Chunan's left leg and said, "The cloth mat is full of my treasures."

Fang Lingqian, one of the top powerhouses in the Tianxu Realm, obviously came to stand up for Yang Xu and said coldly: "You two are really brave. They actually ignore the rules of the Temple of Truth. Do you know what the consequences will be?"

Zhang Ruochen sat cross-legged on the ground, still refining the medicinal power of the holy medicine.
Chapter completed!