Dream Picking Records

The next morning, Wang Xiao took Feng Tingyun to say goodbye to the two of them. In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, he changed his appearance again, changed his name to Overlord, and embarked on a new journey. He had thought about leaving Feng Tingyun with Xia Yingling, which would be much safer, but he gave up after thinking of Huang Qingxuan's instructions.

They headed north, traveling through mountains and cities, experiencing all kinds of life.

In the blink of an eye, more than two months had passed since he left the Tianyuan Forbidden Land. With the help of elixirs and hard work day and night, Wang Xiao easily broke through the first level of perfection and continued to climb to the second level of Guiyuan perfection.

The little fellow Feng Tingjun was extremely talented, and he made great progress all the way to the third level of concentration. This was of course also inseparable from Wang Xiao spending a huge amount of money to buy elixirs for him to practice.

When he was studying the chapter on controlling the air, he discovered something interesting, which was to imitate others by observing them perform their magic. Of course, he could only imitate the general form now.

In Kangcheng, a city on the edge of the northern region of Daxia, when they were resting in a tavern, they found that there were many young people around them carrying a myna or crow on their shoulders. Wang Xiao asked the big man at the next table what was going on.

"You're asking me this dressed like this?" The big man rolled his eyes at him.

Although Wang Xiao was a little confused, he still suspected that this person was imitating Wang Yu? There was no need for so many people.

The big man said to himself: "It's good to be famous. So many people imitated me just by raising a bird. It even became a trend for a while."

Wang Xiao rubbed his forehead in pain, but then he thought, this is a good thing, his outfit is not so out of place anymore. It was Feng Tingjun who was angry.

"Those who imitate you are at least human, but mine are all starlings and crows!"

Wang Xiao inquired about the news and learned that Wang Yu's performance in the Purple Sea Bamboo Forest had spread to all regions of Da Xia. Many people believed that he had the potential to become the second Louwai Yuntian, while others took a wait-and-see attitude, because there were too many monstrous geniuses who had performed amazingly in their youth, but lacked stamina and became mediocre in the crowd, and were overtaken by those who lagged behind in the same period.

There is an arena in Cannes, and its owner took the opportunity to take advantage of the popularity and held a duel called "Yu Shen Imitation Competition". Since it was rumored that Yu Shen had just broken through the Guiyuan Realm, the rules were set so that cultivators at the third level of Guiyuan and below could participate, and cultivators at a higher level could also lower their level to participate.

The reward for the final winner is the Mingyuan Divine Fruit worth one million.

It is said that a cultivator in the Guiyuan realm can enter the Hedao realm on the spot by taking one pill. This is also one of the reasons why a fight held in the name of a mimicry competition can attract so many people.

Contestants do not need to pay spirit stones and can watch the battle backstage. As for the audience seats, the cheapest one costs one thousand spirit stones, while the front seats cost tens of thousands.

Many dignitaries from nearby cities brought their families to watch the competition, in order to suppress the arrogant younger generations. They naturally sat in the expensive seats in the front row. Some monks would bring their relatives and friends to buy tickets to watch the competition, which was another invisible expense.

Although the rewards provided by the organizers are expensive, they definitely don’t lose out!

"Hey, not to mention such a good reward, how can this kind of competition be without you, the main player?" Feng Tingjun tempted at the right time.

Even without Feng Tingyun's temptation, he was also tempted. He had sold the sacred artifact materials to Xia Ye in exchange for five million spirit stones. It seemed a lot, but it was not enough for them to practice, especially since his body was like a bottomless pit. Now there was a spirit fruit worth a million in front of him, how could he let it go.

"Let's make a deal first. Once you enter the arena, you have to be patient and not speak."

"Okay, for the spiritual fruit!"

Feng Tingyun raised his wings domineeringly and headed towards the arena.

After finding the place, he signed up using the name of Ba Wang and brought Feng Tingjun to the backstage lounge to wait.

The competition started at night and lived up to the hype of the organizers. The venue with tens of thousands of people was packed and the noise was endless.

Most of the cultivators who were content with mediocrity could not reach a higher level. If they wanted to appreciate the charm of the strong, they could only focus on the battles of the "elites". It was completely acceptable for them to pay a thousand spirit stones, especially tonight, when the main event was the battle between the "Feather Gods".

Compared to the usual battles between cultivators of all realms, the fixed realms tonight also had a different flavor. The young people were full of enthusiasm and wanted to prove themselves. I wonder what kind of sparks would be created.

Before the competition started, the organizers gave everyone a numbered badge to represent their identities. After screening, a total of 16 people participated in the competition. Many people were eager to try their luck in the backstage. It was time to show their achievements in practice. Who knows, they might catch the eye of some young man or woman and rise to great heights.

While waiting, a man carrying a mynah bird on his shoulder came over. He looked very honest and seemed to be at the fourth level of Guiyuan.

"Brother, the rule is to suppress it to below the third level of Guiyuan, but you are at a disadvantage at the second level. This is a duel, no one will give in to you."

His words attracted the attention of others.

"Maybe he is just like Yu Shen, with extraordinary talent, and can be invincible in the same realm, or even challenge opponents of higher levels."

"Maybe he came in through the back door. Look at his bird, it's all wilted."

A group of people with crows and starlings standing on their shoulders all laughed. Some people who participated purely for the rewards or experience were not in the mood to pay attention to such boring things and were gathering their strength.

After Wang Xiao thanked him, he ignored the attitudes of others. After all, there are people with bad mouths everywhere. He would just knock them down when he met them on the stage.

"For the reward, I won't be angry!" Feng Tingjun recited the mantra silently to restrain himself.

Soon, the middle-aged man in charge of hosting came on stage, dressed in smart clothes and speaking in a sonorous and powerful tone.

"First of all, on behalf of the Arena, I welcome all the audience for their continued support. I would like to especially thank the distinguished guests from nearby cities for coming here to watch and making our Arena shine! Gathering here tonight, we will surely present you with unforgettable matches. The Arena will limit those with high realms to the third level of Guiyuan Perfection to ensure fairness."

After the organizer came on stage and gave his opening remarks, the competition began.

Adjacent numbers were grouped in pairs. Wang Xiao's was number 7, and the person who had just mocked him was number 8, who was looking at him with a playful expression. Since he still had to wait for a few more matches, he stood backstage to learn from others' fighting techniques.

Number One and Number Two entered the arena. Both of them were at the fifth level of Guiyuan. Number One's appearance caused a huge sensation. Apparently, many people knew him. He was sturdy, with strong muscles, and red hair hanging down behind him. He looked arrogant and unruly.

His name is Shi Shi, a well-known troublemaker in the local area, about 25 years old. When he was a teenager, he was spotted by the master behind the duel field and adopted as his son. Seeing him appear, many people thought that this was specially held for him, and they took the opportunity to gain some attention.

Number two has an ordinary look and no one recognizes him. He is presumed to be a casual cultivator, and is about the same age as Shi Shi. It is not easy for him to reach this point.