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Chapter 415 The Stand-in is Crazy (5)

The person in charge of registration looked up at Mo Ci and saw that he was wearing black clothes and a puppy with horns was lying on his shoulder.

It looked a little special, but when I thought of Mo Ci's title of "casual cultivator", I didn't take it seriously.

As for independent cultivators, there are always many of them at every Hundred Cultivators Conference.

There are many who look special, but they can never compare to those monks who have a master.

So after the other party registered, he threw a wooden sign to Mo Ci.

His name was written on the wooden sign, as well as the logo of the Hundred Cultivators Conference. He could take this with him to participate in the competition.

Mo Ci took the wooden sign without saying much, just put it in his arms and walked into the Jing'e Hall.

As he walked, Mo Ci noticed that some people had bronze medals hanging around their waists.

And...silver.

When he saw the silver medal, Mo Ci carefully identified the name.

He slowly raised his head again to see who it was, and was met with a polite smile from the other person.

"This brother is also participating in the Hundred Cultivators Conference?"

Mo Ci: ...

He took out the wooden sign from his arms, tied it around his waist, and patted it.

"Yes."

"Moci? This name is quite interesting."

The man spoke, Mo Ci listened, his eyes passed over his silver medal, and he replied.

"Bu Fan? Your name is also very interesting."

When Bu Fan heard this, he didn't show any anger at all. Instead, his polite smile became more genuine.

"You think my name is interesting too, right? I chose it myself."

Mo Ci: “…Ah?”

Bu Fan was a very outgoing person, and with just a few words he narrowed the distance between him and Mo Ci.

Mo Ci didn't move, just looked at him like a good brother and was about to put his arm around his shoulders.

But he was stopped by Mo Qi's roar, and he withdrew his hand embarrassedly.

"Your spirit beast is quite interesting."

Mo Ci said nothing, but Bu Fan smiled.

"I finally met such an interesting person. Brother, please do me a favor and have a meal together, how about it?"

Bu Fan smiled and waved the folding fan in his hand.

The weather is not too hot, and he looks like he is trying to be cool.

Of course, this folding fan is also a magical weapon.

Mo Ci looked Bu Fan up and down, and nodded when he didn't sense any malice in him.

"Thank you."

Bu Fan smiled and put his folding fan to his lips, "What's the big deal? By the way, Brother Mo Ci is a casual cultivator, right?"

"Ah."

"So, are you coming to the Hundred Cultivators Conference to see the world, or to compete for the top spot?"

“It’s both.”

"Hahaha! That's a good point. We monks, standing tall and proud, should have great ambitions. No matter what the outcome, we should always have some ambition."

"Ah."

"Hey, is your spirit beast a mutant?"

"Ah."

"Brother, you don't talk too much, do you? It feels like I'm the only one talking."

"Ah."

The two of them paused, Bu Fan stared at Mo Ci, and Mo Ci looked back at him indifferently.

Under Bu Fan's gaze, he could only say one sentence.

"I'm sorry, I'm not good with words."

Bu Fan: ...

Well, I finally have a guy I like, so being quiet isn't a disadvantage.

Bu Fan thought to himself, continued walking forward, and began to talk to Mo Ci about what happened at the Hundred Cultivators Conference.

Of course, before saying this, he first asked Mo Ci if he knew.

Of course Mo Ci didn't know.

Regarding the Hundred Cultivators Conference, the first thing is everyone’s identity card.

The one used by casual cultivators is a wooden sign.

Those with bronze medals are cultivators who have a master, but the total number of their immortal sects is less than 10,000.

The silver medal refers to the famous immortal sects.

In addition, there are three top immortal sects, and their identity cards are gold medals.

These three top immortal sects are the Yuxiao Sect, the Yanshuang Sect, and the Qingying Huaxu Palace.

The three are equally high and low, and they check and balance each other.

Those who participated in the Hundred Cultivators Conference from these three top immortal sects did not need to take part in the preliminary competition and could directly advance to the final stage.

"So, at this time, we won't see anyone with a gold medal appearing here."

Having said that, the two of them arrived at the dining area.

Bu Fan patted Mo Ci's shoulder and pointed at the windows.

Strictly speaking, the food that monks eat is different from that of ordinary people.

Rather than saying it is a meal, it is more accurate to say that Jing'e Hall has prepared some food supplements for everyone.

Most of the people who come here are monks with wooden or bronze plaques.

Looking around, there is only one silver-medal cultivator like Bu Fan.

"What about you? Which immortal sect are you from?"

Bu Fan glanced at Mo Ci and sighed.

"Phantom Sound Sect."

Huanyin Sect, this name sounds easy to understand.

"Is it mainly based on sound cultivation?"

Bu Fan nodded, turned his face away, and tried to change the subject.

"Hey, that person got something pretty good."

Mo Ci looked over in the direction he was talking, then quickly looked away and continued asking.

"So which instrument do you mainly study?"

coming!

Bu Fan didn't expect that he would still have to face this problem, so he closed his eyes.

His expression became gloomy and he could only reply weakly.

"You will know in the future."

"Oh."

Mo Ci nodded, and without asking any further questions, he and Fan received a portion of food supplements.

Looking at these things, to be honest, although they are all mediocre and inferior items, they are provided free of charge during the Hundred Cultivators Conference.

This is enough to show the generosity of Jing'e Hall.

But on second thought, according to Bu Fan's words, cultivators who participate in the Hundred Cultivators Conference also have a certain chance of being noticed by these immortal sects.

This can also be considered an initial investment.

Thinking of this, Mo Ci started eating with peace of mind, and then thought to himself without changing his expression.

I will definitely not eat here again next time. It is even more unpalatable than what he cooks himself.

Bu Fan stared at Mo Ci as he finished eating, and then smiled as he pushed his portion over to him. Mo Ci had a wooden face.

"I'm full, you eat slowly."

After saying that, he stood up and left, obviously not intending to stay with Bu Fan anymore.

I didn't expect this guy to catch up so quickly and still talk.

"As for the residence of independent cultivators, there are many people living in one room. If you don't mind, why don't you live in the same yard with me?"

"I'm a silver medalist. I have a three-story courtyard. It's more than enough to give you a room."

Mo Ci was silent for a while. He was not stupid enough to refuse such good conditions.

Although it is still unclear what Bu Fan is planning, we will deal with it as it comes.

"Okay, thank you."

"Hey, hey! Saying thank you is so awkward! I've known you since we last met. We're good brothers from today on. Good brothers don't need to be so polite."

"Um, can I hold your mutant puppy?"

After saying that, he coughed twice again, his eyes constantly glancing at Mo Qi who was lying on Mo Ci's shoulder.

Is this... like?

Mo Ci tilted his head and reached out to pat the little guy, "Bu Fan wants to hug you, what do you think?"

Mo Qi turned his head and blinked as he looked at Bu Fan carefully.

It listened to every word of the conversation between the two people just now. Mo Qi moved his ears and nodded.

Almost the moment he nodded, he was taken away by Bu Fan.

Then Mo Ci watched the whole process of Bu Fan sucking the dog. When Mo Qi was returned, Mo Qi whimpered and felt very aggrieved.

All pissed off.