The eight infant monks also had a table in front of them, but it was much shorter than the large long table, less than one-eighth of it, and each of them had a long scroll spread out on it. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Soon the monks of the Lotus Yuan Sword Sect began to hand in the materials, and the first one to step forward was a stocky disciple of the Lotus Yuan Sword Sect, who first bowed deeply to the ancestors, and then said loudly: "Lotus Yuan Sword Sect, Chen Zhenxian!"

After that, he pulled the large storage bag issued by the three sects around his waist, and then took out the two storage belts from his arms, held them with both hands, and put them on the table respectfully, and then saluted the ancestors again, before taking a few steps back and standing still, waiting for the results to be counted.

After Chen Zhen retreated first, the Lotus Yuan Sword Sect's Transformation God Ancestor reached out and grabbed the table, sucked the storage bag and storage belt into his palm, and then the mana was transmitted, and a large number of things appeared on the long table, just filling the long table, it seems that the length of the long table is not arbitrarily determined, but designed according to the capacity of the large storage bag.

The Lotus Yuan Sword Sect's Transformation God Ancestor is Huang Fuqing, who had a relationship between the two of them in the Demon World before, and is said to be Huang Fujian's ancestor, Fang Huairan secretly observed it, and found that his expression was as usual, and he did not have any anger or sadness because Huang Fujian was gone, it seems that the Qi cultivation kung fu of the God Transformation Ancestor should not be underestimated.

Huang Fuqing stretched out his hand and waved at the things on the table, which seemed to be controlled by several invisible hands, either floating above the table or piled up on the table.

Seeing so many materials, the eight Transformation God Ancestors and the Yuan Infant Stage Cultivators were nothing, but there were a lot of inhalations and exclamations from the three sect monks below.

Fang Huairan turned his head and raised his eyebrows at Zhou Tong, Zhou Tong pursed his lips and nodded at him with a chuckle, indicating that he had seen it, and there was no fuss.

After everyone was surprised, Huang Fuqing opened his mouth and counted: "2,000 catties of iron ore in the penalty, 1,200 jade and purple bamboos, four of which are mutated, 100 nine-leaf scutellaria, and 200 Fanzhi ......."

It took a long time for Huang Fuqing to finish counting the things in Chen Zhenxian's three storage equipment, and turned his head to see that the eight late Yuan Infant monks behind him had all been recorded, Huang Fuqing reached into his arms and took out a white storage bracelet, swept the white light, and put the things on the table into the bracelet.

With a wave of the sleeves of his robe, the empty storage bag and storage belt on the control table flew back in front of Chen Zhenxian.

Chen Zhen reached out first and put away the three storage equipment.

Huangfu Qing nodded and said with a satisfied gaze: "Good job, all the thirteen materials required to be collected in the sect have been collected, and more than twice the amount has been handed in, you can step back first, and you will be ranked later!"

"Thank you Ancestor for the compliment!" After thanking him, Chen Zhen saluted and retreated, returning to the side of the team of the Lotus Yuan Sword Sect.

As soon as Chen Zhen returned, the next monk of the Lotus Yuan Sword Sect took the initiative to step forward, and after giving the same salute, he took out a storage bag and a storage belt, respectfully placed them on the table, and took a few steps back to wait for the inventory.

The cultivators below saw that the one he handed in was obviously one less storage belt than Chen Zhenxian, some shook their heads to express pity, some showed relieved expressions, and some showed sarcasm.

Huang Fuqing seemed to know the second monk who had retreated, nodded at him, grabbed the storage bag and storage belt in his hands, took out the contents and put them on the table, sorted them into categories, and began to count them loudly.

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Four hours later, the harvest of the disciples of the Lianyuan Sword Sect was counted, and the most of them was a young monk with eyebrows like swords and a serious face, in addition to completing the number of tasks of the sect, he also handed in more than twelve times the number of materials.

The least was a young female cultivator with towering temples and picturesque eyebrows, and only two-fifths of the materials required by the sect were collected, and under the test of the amulet conducted by Huang Fuqing on the spot, it was found that this woman did not have any private collections.

The reason for such a small number is that he was unlucky enough to meet a monk from the Qiqi clan not long after entering the Silent Spirit Realm, and after being injured by them when he escaped, he was so injured that he had to recuperate for more than four years, and there was only less than a year left to collect materials, so there was so little.

When this female cultivator finished the test, Fang Huairan was very curious about the punishment that the Lianyuan Sword Sect would give her, but it might be that there were many people here, so Huang Fuqing only said "There are extenuating circumstances, and it will not be dealt with severely", and then let her go down.

After the Lianyuan Sword Sect was handed over, it was the turn of the Heavenly Machine Pavilion.

The order of handing in between the three sects, Fang Huairan thought it was arranged at random, but after thinking about it, he felt that it was not, it started from the sect with a small number of disciples who came back, and the sect with many disciples came back to the end, probably for the sake of looking good in the finale.

The disciples of Tianji Pavilion began to step forward one by one to hand in their harvests, and at this time, Huang Fuqing leaned back on the back of his chair with his arms folded, avoiding suspicion, and replaced it with Xiahou An presiding over the inventory.

Fang Huairan and Zhou Tong lined up in the middle of the line, and after nearly two hours, it was their turn, Fang Huairan turned his head and smiled at Zhou Tong, let go of Zhou Tong's hand, stepped forward quickly, bent down and saluted: "Tianji Pavilion, Fang Huairan!"

Speaking of which, take out the storage bags issued by the sect and dozens of various storage equipment, these are dozens of storage equipment, from the formal point of view, except for the storage bags in the style of the other four realms, except for the Dongyang realm.

As soon as Fang Huairan took these out, he heard a commotion from the disciples of the three sects and the demon clan cultivators, because this was the most taken out so far, at least in terms of the number of storage equipment.

For the sake of Sihe Hanxiang, Fang Huairan couldn't take care of the previous low-key.

Ignoring the hustle and bustle of others, Fang Huairan put away these storage equipment, and retreated, waiting for Xiahou An to count them.

When he saw so much storage equipment, Xia Hou'an's eyes lit up and instantly returned to normal, but there was no expression on his face, it seemed that the Qi Cultivation Kung Fu was very home.

Xiahou An slowly opened the storage equipment one by one, until the table could not be stacked, and then waved the sleeves of his robe, controlling the materials that had been taken out to levitate them in different categories, and vacating the table to stack the ones that had not been taken out.

When all the storage equipment was opened, a lot of materials were already densely suspended in front of the ancestors, and all kinds of materials flashed with different colors of spiritual light, exuding different aromas, which made the monks who knew that they had no hope of gaining the ranking excited.

Especially the monks of the Tianji Pavilion, seeing that their fellow sects had collected so much, the excitement in their hearts for the victory of the Tianji Pavilion in the sect competition was even more indescribable, and of course, there were also regrets for the defeat of the mountain peak where they were located.

Fang Huairan looked at so many materials in front of him, his expression was flat, but he was also a little complacent in his heart, these were half of the things that the two of them couldn't use, if they counted those that could be used, it was estimated that they could scare the surrounding monks stupidly.