Yang Bo looked at Master Rufa, "Do you still have tickets?"

Master Rufa looked at Yang Bo in surprise, and then laughed, "Yes, of course!"

"Fellow Daoist Cui, tell me where you live, and I will send someone to deliver the ticket to you tomorrow!"

"I'm afraid you don't know very well, but many Qi practitioners have arrived recently. Everyone gathers together to discuss cultivation. It's so lively!"

Yang Bo smiled and said, "I have heard about the reputation of the Yaochi Saint for a long time. It would be great if we could meet her this time."

"But does Master know the name of the Yaochi Saint?"

Master Rufa laughed and said, "So Taoist Cui's interest lies here. However, I have been traveling abroad during this period and rarely go back. I really don't know the situation of the saint!"

"Since Fellow Daoist Cui has decided to go, why should he care about the saint's name?"

Yang Bo nodded, "Thank you so much, Master!"

Monk Rufa waved his hand, "You don't have to thank me. If you want to thank me, then you have to thank yourself. If I hadn't seen Cui Taoist friend who is very young and has advanced cultivation, I would not invite you!"

"I would like to ask, what is the name of this magic weapon of Fellow Daoist Cui?"

Yang Bo smiled and replied: "Qingyun Peak!"

Master Rufa nodded, said goodbye and left.

When Yang Bo returned to the inn, he got an invitation the next day, which stated the time and place of the lecture. Yang Bo needed to enter in advance.

Because of the grand lecture, the entire Yongzhou City was almost in an uproar. The small courtyard where Yang Bo lived was originally very quiet, but it became more and more noisy in the past few days. Many Qi practitioners came out and everyone drank and talked.

Yang Bo stayed in the room to study the Taoism. This Taoism was extremely profound, even more profound than other Taoisms that Yang Bo had learned. He could feel that this Taoism contained extremely profound principles, involving

time!

The moment the flowers bloom, this is to control the passage of time to speed up. This Taoist technique is incredible!

Yang Bo was even thinking that the caster would lose a large amount of the opponent's lifespan at the expense of his own lifespan, thus prompting the opponent's lifespan disaster to come immediately. This process was very short. Could he change this Taoist technique so that it could

The other person's lifespan has passed, and then he has to make up for his lifespan?

Of course, from the perspective of the principles of this Taoism, this is not feasible.

However, this Taoism also has some shortcomings, because if the practitioner's cultivation level is not high, it is very likely that the body will die during the process of performing the Taoism. After all, Taoism consumes a lot of cultivation.

Another point is, if the caster is very close to the longevity tribulation, but the other party is far away from the longevity tribulation, what will happen?

The caster is the first to encounter the longevity tribulation!

When the Taoist technique is interrupted, the practitioner dies and the Taoist technique disappears!

From this point of view, such a heaven-defying Taoism actually has many shortcomings.

Yang Bo stared at the red gold walking dragon for several days, but there was not much progress. This made him a little disappointed, but he was also a little excited. After all, this Taoist technique was extremely powerful. He could probably understand that as his cultivation level improved, this

The smaller the life span consumed by a door technique is on the caster, the more life span it can consume on the opponent's side!

When a beginner uses this technique, he will consume his own life span, which is about one-fifth of the opponent's. As his cultivation level increases, this ratio will become lower and lower. Of course, if the enemy's cultivation level is too high, this ratio will also change.

high.

The lecture meeting was about to begin, and Yang Bo finally put the red gold dragon down and walked out of the inn.

Early in the morning, the entire Yongzhou City seemed to be boiling with excitement. Everyone rushed towards the center of the city. Everyone was very excited, talking to each other and making loud noises.

At this time, almost everyone was very excited. Yang Bo even saw many ordinary people, dressed like waiters, holding pens and paper in their hands, and moving a bench, as if they were going to bring it to the scene.

There was a fat boss who followed them and shouted loudly, "Remember everything, follow the plan we assigned before, don't copy the wrong position!"

"Make sure not to miss a word or even a typo, and you will be rewarded if you do it, and you will be punished if you don't do it!"

Only then did Yang Bo realize that these people were hired by the bookstore to shorthand the content of the lectures. Although this method was not allowed, no one investigated the matter, so everyone just turned a blind eye.

In fact, for advanced Qi practitioners, they can remember all the contents of the lectures clearly, but they will not write down these contents to the bookseller for a little money, they will only take them back to the sect.

Yang Bo followed the flow of people and followed everyone to the center of the city. There was a huge square here. At this time, the square was already filled with people inside and outside.

In fact, most of the Qi practitioners who can come here to participate in the lecture conference are just low-level monks. These people crowd outside and look inside curiously.

But Yang Bo had to continue to squeeze in.

"What are you doing? We can't squeeze in anymore, don't you know?"

A fat man standing in front of Yang Bo was squeezed by Yang Bo and turned around impatiently. But when he felt Yang Bo's breath, his whole body suddenly softened and slid towards the ground. He even forgot how to speak.

Yang Bo didn't pay attention and continued to squeeze in.

After a while, Yang Bo came to the outside of the infield. There was a fence here, which divided the entire square into two levels. Inside the fence was the infield. Wherever there was space, everyone had a futon and could sit cross-legged. There was nothing around everyone.

, making people look envious.

Yang Bo handed over the invitation in his hand. The guard outside the infield took it and took a look at it, then respectfully returned it to Yang Bo.

Yang Bo stepped over the fence gate and walked into the infield. Behind him, there were countless pairs of envious eyes.

After entering the inner court, Yang Bo realized that those who could enter the inner court were those with cultivation levels above the Immortal Realm. Many of the monks here were Qi refiners from the three major forces of Tiangang Sect, Fenglei Pavilion, and Qingliang Temple, and some were outside monks.

, and there are more than ten casual cultivators. These people are gathered together and it is easy to distinguish them.

Of course, the easiest thing to distinguish is the masters of Qingliang Temple. Their foreheads have been exposed to the sun and have some reflections.

Yang Bo scanned around and couldn't find Master Rufa. He might still be guarding the perimeter.

As more and more Qi Practitioners entered the venue, the futons gradually filled up. Yang Bo sat in the first row. He closed his eyes and rested. Despite this, he could still feel the fiery gaze behind him. Obviously,

Yang Bo's identity was so mysterious that everyone was curious as to why this man was sitting in the front row!

You know, only the Qigong practitioners sitting in the first row have the opportunity to ask questions after each lecture. How can this person be able to sit in the first row?
Chapter completed!