Yuntian Sect is a small sect, but at this time, it is small for the huge Western Regions, in the equally weak Donglai Kingdom, Yuntian Sect is already at the head of the four major sects, but the behemoth in the eyes of this world has only appeared in Donglai for three years.

It is said that three years ago, when it coincided with the midwinter of Donglai, the cold wind was howling, the snow was like goose feathers, and the silver was covered in thousands of miles, but on that day, a deafening thunder suddenly broke out in the sky over the entire Donglai country, like ten thousand thunder dragons rushing by, and all the mortal monks in the territory trembled in their hearts and their expressions were shocked.

After the thunder, a colorful glow poured into the Yuntian Mountain Range in the sky, enveloping the area of thousands of miles, and no mortal monk was allowed to enter. Under the glow, like the scorching sun, millions of miles of vast snowfields have melted, just like the spring light road, and the four seasons are reversed!

Three days later, the glow dissipated, in the boundless Yuntian Mountains, there was an additional Yuntian Sect, Miaoman Xianmen rose from the ground overnight, hooked the fence and jade masonry, ingenious and heavenly, the fairy sound was swirling, like a dream!

In this regard, the three sects of Donglai were dissatisfied with the action of the strong dragon to suppress the realm, and wanted to come to the door to crusade, but they were found by the Yuntian sect master one by one to go to the mountain gate, first defeated the Linggu, and then defeated the Moon Sect. Since then, the three major sects have been silent in unison, and they have strictly reprimanded their disciples not to interfere, which can be regarded as acquiescing in the existence of the other party.

Since then, the three-legged situation of the Donglai Kingdom's cultivation immortal realm is gone, and Yuntian has come from behind, overwhelming the three sects!

Xie Shi, fifteen years old, a miscellaneous disciple of Yuntian Sect, with mediocre qualifications, joined the sect three years ago, has not yet condensed, even among the miscellaneous disciples, he is unknown, but when he entered the sect, he spent a lot of money, bribed the disciples in charge, got a comfortable idle errand, mixed and eaten for several years, but he was fat for nothing.

This is a stone path on the mountainside of the small south peak in the cloudy sky, straight up, you can't see the head and tail, and the clouds and fog seem to go straight to the sky. Just after the light rain, the stone surface is green with moss, pearlescent and moist, and there is a grass and a tree on both sides, all of which are full of the slightest fairy spirit, and the blue color covers the eyes, and it is crisp and tender.

But who would have thought that this trail was a simple market for Yuntian Sect to privately trade and exchange items.

Xie Shi walked on this stone path, not to buy something, but just pure boredom, his eyes kept sweeping over the stalls, shaking his head and preparing to return, continuing his seemingly useless practice, but suddenly there was a throbbing in his heart, which made him involuntarily turn around and look at the stall in front of him.

This is a fat old man in a Taoist robe, although he is full of white hair, but at first glance, it looks unfathomable, immortal and immortal, and there is a sign hanging on his waist, on which a lifelike white cloud floats, indicating that this person has condensed qi cultivation and is a disciple of the outer sect.

On the stone slab in front of this person, there was a large gilded bowl, and under the gaze, there were immediately bursts of colorful dazzling light, which made people intoxicated, as if it was not a mortal thing. But Xie Shi, who had been in the scrap workshop for three years, could see at a glance that this thing had no aura at all, and it was purely a deceptive thing.

But for some reason, when he saw this thing, Xie Shi felt his heart beat wildly, as if he had an idea that drove him to buy this thing.

"A spirit stone." Seeing Xie Shi stop, the fat old man immediately narrowed his eyes and said.

"A broken bowl also needs a spirit stone, my eyes are not blind, don't think that miscellaneous disciples are easy to deceive!" Xie Shi held the big bowl in his hand, and the throbbing in his heart really became even stronger, making him already a little irritable, and he didn't reply angrily.

When the fat old man heard this, he immediately knew that Xie Shi had seen the clue, his old face turned red, and when he looked at Xie Shishi, he felt as if he was being pointed at his eyes with a sharp sword, but he felt that his brows were curled and he returned to normal: "If you don't buy it, get out of the way, don't block my financial way." After saying that, he actually closed his eyes, and he didn't want to pay attention to Xie Shi's appearance anymore.

"You ......" Xie Shi still wanted to argue, but after a little silence, he still couldn't help the curiosity in his heart, and took out a few spirit stone fragments from his pocket, "That's all, sell it or not?" As he spoke, he deliberately looked at the stall next to him, as if he didn't care about it.

The fat old man immediately opened his eyes and smiled, and without hesitation, he took away the spirit stone fragments, got up and ran away with a smile, found another clean stone slab, reached out and patted it on his waist, and took out a gilded treasure bottle, put it on the stone slab seriously, and then closed his eyes, as if he had never seen Xie Shi.

Xie Shi was stunned for a while, and seemed to regret the impulse just now, those spirit stone fragments just now, at least half of the spirit stone, were his half-year miscellaneous Xianlu.

Eventually, however, curiosity led him to leave with the bowl in his hand.

The Waste Weapon Workshop, as the name suggests, is a place where the sect stacks up damaged and useless magic weapons, because there are many disciples of the Xianmen, it is inevitable to fight, and countless damaged low-end magic weapons will be produced every day. Although these rags have lost their aura, they can still be used as materials for refining low-end magic weapons in the sect, so they are generally not discarded.

Pushing open the door, a sense of old and vicissitudes of life suddenly came to his face, making him breathe rapidly, and the sound of swords and soldiers intersecting sounded in his ears, making his whole body rise with layers of pimples, and his skin suddenly tightened, making it almost impossible to breathe!

This courtyard is very huge, as far as the eye can see, it is full of overwhelming dilapidated weapons, piled up into a hill in it, swords, guns, swords, halberds, gourds, treasure bottles, jade armor, and flags, dazzling, although everything is damaged, but after all, it is a weapon of killing, the anger is difficult to eliminate, the killing is condensed, it is difficult for people to walk, it is difficult to move forward, even if it is a disciple of the outer sect who has condensed, they do not want to stay for a long time.

But Xie Shi has lived here for three years, and he has long been used to it, and after his face turned slightly pale, he returned to normal.

Even he himself didn't know that being in this environment for a long time had changed his temperament, with coldness when he was relaxed, and sharpness when he was serious!

The miscellaneous servants here are just tattered books sent in, and they are very idle. Deep in the courtyard of his dwelling, through piles of scrap, was a spacious hut.

This is also the place where Xie Shi cultivates.

Sitting cross-legged on the bed, Xie Shi took a deep breath and carefully studied the big bowl in his hand, the slightest throbbing had become more and more obvious, making him itch unbearably, but until sunset, he didn't find anything unusual in the slightest. He even took the tip of a knife at random in the courtyard, hung up the fake gold paint on it, revealing the rusty inner layer, and then carefully scrubbed it with a rag, but still found nothing, but his fingers were cut by the sharp rust armor.

It wasn't until late at night that Xie Shi finally gave up, shook his head and took out the spirit stone in his arms and threw it into the bowl, and then changed his clothes and meditated and cultivated.

At dawn, Xie Shi woke up suddenly, and there was a burst of bells outside the window, he didn't know when he fell asleep, but today was the middle of the year, and it was the time for the miscellaneous disciples to receive half a spirit stone for half a year.

Putting away the booklet recording the exercises, Xie Shi quickly finished freshening up, then wiped his eyes with self-pity, and reached out to grab the fragments of the spirit stone in the big bowl. Although it is not much, this is all his immortal assets, and it is natural to carry it with him.

But the next moment, a scream suddenly broke out in his mouth, and the hand that was stretched into the big bowl suddenly shrank, and a long wound almost cut half of the palm, and the blood flowed like a note, ten fingers connected to the heart, and the pain made him instantly full of cold sweat.

And in the big bowl, at this time, there was actually a short dagger with cold light lying horizontally, and it was this thing that cut his palm!

"Damn it!" Xie Shi scolded angrily, calling out bad luck in his heart, pinching his wrist and about to look for the golden creation medicine, but when his gaze swept to the dagger again, his eyes bulged violently, and his brain roared fiercely.

At this moment he seemed to forget the pain, forgot that his palm was still bleeding, and his eyes were fixed on the dagger.

He even remembered that the gold paint he took and hung up last night was clearly a knife tip!

"This ...... What's going on, am I mistaken? Xie Shi's mind was in a mess, but the sharp pain in his hand quickly calmed down his churning emotions, he picked up the dagger, turned it over and over a hundred times, his eyes gradually showed a strong light that had never been seen before, his body trembled, and he could barely stand firmly.

"Damn, I've made a fortune, this is a perfect magic weapon, and it's worth at least ten spirit stones!" Xie Shi's mind roared, and he looked at the big bowl on the table blankly, and he found again that the fragments of the two spirit stones that were put into the bowl last night were already half missing at this time! He seemed to have thought of something, his eyes burst out with a fierce beast-like light, rushed to the courtyard, and soon turned out a damaged dagger of the same standard, and put it in the bowl excitedly!

Almost at the moment when the dagger fell into the bottom of the bowl, suddenly the broken bowl had a golden light flashing, and a large light mist appeared to fill the bowl, and after a while, the golden light dissipated and the light mist disappeared, and then Xie Shi saw that the scrap iron dagger was actually brand new, flowing with a touching aura!

"This ...... This big bowl is really a treasure, and it can actually repair magic weapons! ”

Xie Shi looked at the mysterious scene in front of him dumbfounded, and had the intention to continue to tempt, but there was no spirit stone, and after a deep sigh, he finally made up his mind: "That's it, anyway, these two daggers are equivalent to picking them up, so let's exchange them." He suppressed the excitement in his heart, bandaged the wound in three or two times, made some disguises, confirmed that he no longer recognized himself, held two daggers in his arms, and went straight to the disciple's market!

Two hours later, Xie Shi returned to the scrap workshop with great vigilance, and twenty spirit stones fell on the bed, today was the day when the disciples distributed the immortals, and the two daggers were quickly bought by an outer disciple.

Again in the courtyard found a fragment of a dagger, he stood in front of the large bowl, breathing rapidly, it took a long time to barely recover, and his eyes were extremely bright.

"If this big bowl is really so wonderful, in the future, whether it is a magic weapon elixir or a spirit stone, it will not be for me to use? If there is really such a mystery, in my life, I will definitely succeed in cultivating immortals! ”

He took several deep breaths in a row, and with great anticipation, he threw the fragment and a spirit stone into the bowl.

Golden light, light mist, everything is like time reappearing, and finally he held the new dagger magic weapon that appeared again, with a wild smile on his face, even if he joined the immortal gate back then, he was never so happy, for a long time, Xie Shi suddenly rushed out of the house, and galloped wildly in the courtyard full of fragments of magic weapons.

The light in his eyes flickered, as if he saw countless dazzling treasures, as if he saw a magnificent prospect, and seemed to see an infinite future.

And the only thing he didn't see was the bottom of the big bowl, the blood flowing from his palm had disappeared without a trace!

"Xiuxian, I'm here!"