The moment the door of the temple opened, the soul cultivators had naturally bent down.

He Miaomiao, who was standing in the distance, also felt that strange aura, which was also eerie and cold, and the coldness in this aura seemed even longer and deeper.

It seems to be inadvertently, faintly spreading, with a slight sense of vastness, shrouding people and solidifying into frost.

Fortunately, the door of the hall closed extremely quickly, and the breath was fleeting, and He Miaomiao did not have to deliberately exude fire aura to disperse it.

Seeing that everyone was humbly and respectfully bowing their heads, she didn't dare to stand up straight, and only raised her eyelids to look at the two souls at the door of the main hall.

Wu Cang is not as arrogant and domineering as everyone discusses, but with anxiety and confusion, as if he is at a loss for what to do, and there is no calm that the superior is not shocked when he encounters something.

The right protector behind him, Yingxiang, was beautiful and delicate, and when he saw it in front of Yunyin Mu, he was a little arrogant at the corners of his eyebrows and eyes, but he looked very nervous at the moment, and stood behind Wu Cang honestly.

"One of the masters of the Nine Secluded Palaces in Fengcheng, I have been temporarily replaced for a long time, whether you have grievances or anger, you will all disperse today. Three hours later, the ring was officially held, and I... I'm giving up my qualifications and I'm no longer competing!"

The densely packed monks immediately exploded into a pot and began to discuss.

Many mid-stage monks still complained that he had occupied a position for a long time, and at this moment, they couldn't help but yell at the door of the hall, telling him to get out of the Nine Shadows Hall and out of Fengcheng immediately.

Wu Cang shook his head and sighed, and walked towards the other end of Fengcheng with a lot of abuse, Yingxiang was like water, his eyes were dripping, and he stood with his head hanging for a moment before turning around and returning to the hall.

The left and right protectors, like the hall masters, are all compared in the ring competition.

Before changing the hall lord every time, the Dharma protector must be contested first, and Yingxiang has just taken office, and she has only followed the acting city lord for a while, so she naturally does not have to leave.

However, the next hall master is elected, and she will not have a good time with the protector of Wucang, and it is normal for her arrogance to be low.

He Miaomiao listened to a few words about the establishment of the gambling game in the ring, and after knowing the location, he turned around and walked towards his newly built hut.

She set up a formation with soul stones outside the house, and the banner of the black wind was exposed to everyone's eyes, and she discarded it in a storage bag like a flying sword, planning to change the city and sell it.

After entering the house, He Miaomiao took out the Hundred Mound Soul Sac that had been hidden in her sleeve for a long time, and probed into her divine sense to check them one by one.

The people of the Nine Shadows Hall are really much richer than ordinary monks.

There are as many as fifteen medium-grade soul stones in Baizuka's hands, and there are two thousand two hundred lower-grade soul stones, and there are countless translucent magic weapons.

It's just that most of these magic weapons have been recognized by him once, and he has abandoned them for some reason, even if he wants to change the city and sell them, he can't sell them at a good price. He Miaomiao's heart moved, and he burned it with his soul sac.

Looking at the pill talisman, which can be sold for nearly two thousand soul stones, He Miaomiao put them all into the storage bag, only to find that there was also a gray stone plaque poured out of the ground.

The stone plaque is less than half the size of a palm, and one side is carved with the words 'Fengcheng Nine Shades', and the other side is engraved with the word 'Protector', which is the identity token that Hyamotsuka has just gotten his hands on.

While eavesdropping on the small talk of the soul cultivators, He Miaomiao learned that Momozuka's strength was not the strongest in this year's election for the Dharma Protector. It was because he frequently made tricks in the ring, and Wu Cang ignored it, so he let him take the lead and become the left protector.

Wu Cang's inaction made his reputation more and more stinky, and some people added fuel and vinegar, only Momozuka was already friendly with him, and the position of acting hall master became more and more unstable in the midst of different opinions.

He doesn't look like a person who fights for power and profit, and why he doesn't stop guarding the position of the hall master is very incomprehensible. This time, it is safer to abstain from voting and not participate in the ring.

As for Momotsuka, the place where he discussed with her to trade soul stones was Chuansheng, and when he left, in front of everyone, he changed direction and turned out of the city from the other side. I'm afraid no one would have thought that he had died in the mysterious light outside the northern city.

However, if the left protector disappeared for too long, the Nine Shadows Hall would find out sooner or later.

He Miaomiao looked at the token and raised her eyebrows, she still had to take this thing off her hand, in case there was any connection with the Nine Shadows Palace, wouldn't it be easy to find herself.

Thinking of this, she immediately put the stone tablet in a storage bag and cut it off from the outside.

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There were still three hours before the ring match, He Miaomiao planned to practice for a while, sat in the defense of the array, and silently recited the "Yuan Shi Dao Sutra" and gradually sank down, so that the dantian spiritual power could operate according to the exercises.

From the breath absorbed from the outside world, the yin qi is no longer chaotic, and she can easily dispel it without distraction, only refining the aura into her own spiritual power, which slowly flows in the meridians.

The soul breath entered her body with her absorption, penetrating the flesh without hindrance and into the soul.

Zhihai suddenly felt light and comfortable, and became more and more condensed under the wrapping of soul breath.

The heat flow from the depths of the dantian flowed warmly in the limbs, and the spiritual power seemed to be driven, and the five elements grew together, and the slightest hint of it grew imperceptibly.

Two hours later, He Miaomiao felt that today had reached the limit, so she no longer forced it, let the spiritual power return to the dantian, and got up.

Putting away the defensive array in the house, He Miaomiao heard the noisy quarrel outside, pushed open the door and went out to see that it was actually two souls in the middle stage, preventing one from building a house in the open space not far away.

She wasn't interested, and planned to turn around and enter the house, but she accidentally caught a glimpse that the person who was stopped was actually the acting hall master who had just retired, Wu Cang.

He Miaomiao secretly said that this person is really good enough, he is so hated, why don't you leave Fengcheng to live in another place, what kind of house do you want to build here.

Wu Cang seemed to have a worried face growing in the sky, and he didn't return the scolding by the two of them, only twisted his brows and pursed his lips, looking at them silently, but he didn't mean to give up this place and leave.

No fighting is allowed in the city, this is the rule that everyone in the capital abides by, the two scolded for a while and felt bored, and put a few cruel words before drifting away.

As if he didn't see the lively soul cultivators around him, Wu Cang turned around and began to build a house out of black stones.

It's none of her business, He Miaomiao didn't look at it anymore, turned around and entered the house, lit the soul stone in the storage bag, and prepared for participating in the gambling game.

The rules of the gambling game in the ring are simple, nothing more than three kinds of wins, losses and draws, with He Miaomiao's divine sense, you can guess a rough idea by just sweeping it quietly.

It may not be impossible for the weak side to turn the tables, but this kind of thing supported by luck does not happen every time after all.

He Miaomiao still hoped that she would not bet on a hundred hits, and occasionally miss a few times so that she would not attract everyone's attention.

Pinched his fingers and calculated, only half an hour before the start of the ring match, He Miaomiao walked out of the door, and walked towards the west of the small back yin pool with the sparse soul cultivators.