However, before falling from the mountain, Zhang Zichen saw that Huang Fuqi was even more powerful than him, although he was covered in injuries, he was still climbing up.

How good is Huang Fuqi's qualifications?

This was Zhang Zichen's last question before he fell unconscious, and then he felt that his body was like a stone, falling down the mountain.

However, the island masters and Elder Ling Qingyang were here to take care of the personal safety of the newcomer disciples, and they naturally would not let Zhang Zichen fall to his death from a high altitude.

Although before, Elder Ling Qingyang was not optimistic about Zhang Zichen, but at this time, his shocked heart was indescribable.

At the moment when Zhang Zichen fell, Elder Ling Qingyang immediately sacrificed his flying sword and caught Zhang Zichen.

After landing, Ling Qingyang hurriedly put Zhang Zichen on the flat ground, then took out a golden pill from the bag on his waist and stuffed it into Zhang Zichen's mouth.

The pill melted in his mouth, and after a few breaths, the scars on Zhang Zichen's body began to heal rapidly.

This elixir is a healing elixir mixed with 10,000-year-old ginseng, which can treat serious injuries inside and outside people, and every disciple who climbs through the mountain of spiritual weapons needs to swallow one to prevent their bodies from appearing abnormal.

"This ......"

When Zhang Zichen's wound was gradually healing, Ling Qingyang glanced at Duanmu Batian and the other island masters, and was speechless for a while.

Everyone just looked at the inferior spirit sword held tightly in Zhang Zichen's right hand, and they were in a daze.

Duanmu Batian looked at Zhang Zichen, who was lying unconscious on the ground with blood, and then glanced at Huang Fuqi, who was still crawling on the mountain of spiritual weapons, and said secretly: "Fortunately, Huang Fuqi is angry, otherwise, my face will be lost." ”

After a while, Zhang Zichen's skin and physical wounds were basically completely healed, but he remained unconscious, and everyone was not worried, knowing that he was overexerting his energy, and after a few days of rest, he could get better completely.

"Qin Xuan, you take Zhang Zichen and return to Qingmang Immortal Island first, let him rest well, and after a few days, there will be no big problem. Elder Ling Qingyang told Qin Xuan.

"Got it, Elder Ling. Qin Xuan responded very politely, then stretched out his hand to pick up Zhang Zichen and walked out of the enchantment of the Spirit Weapon Mountain.

Beyond the barrier, there is the square of the Soul Island, where there is no longer the coercion of various weapons, nor the murderous aura of various weapons.

It's just that the low-grade spirit sword that Zhang Zichen is holding tightly in his hand exudes white light from time to time.

Qin Xuan looked at this little junior brother and showed a smile from the bottom of his heart: "Senior Brother Zhang!

With that, he pinched out the sword trick in his right hand, and the inferior treasure weapon that he was carrying on his back buzzed out of the sheath.

Qin Xuan harnessed his flying sword, carried Zhang Zichen, entered the spiritual energy mist, and flew away in the direction of Qingmang Island.

Half an hour later, they came to their own courtyard on Qingmang Island, and Qin Xuan hurriedly sent Zhang Zichen into his and Long Fei's room.

The others, Huang Pengfei, Qiu Yue, Long Fei and other seven people had already seen Zhang Zichen covered in blood, and naturally they also saw the white long sword in Zhang Zichen's hand.

"Long Fei, go get a basin of water, I'll help Senior Brother Zhang clean his body. Qin Xuan instructed.

"Okay!" Long Fei was very attentive, and after only half a cup of tea, he carried a large bucket of water into the room.

Everyone surrounded Qin Xuan and Zhang Zichen.

Long Fei's chubby face turned a little red, and he asked, "Senior brother, what's the matter?"

Qin Xuan did not answer.

Long Fei continued to ask: "Senior Brother, I see that the light of this long sword in Senior Brother Zhang's hand is stronger than ours, and the power is also very great, what kind of treasure is this?"

The others also responded: "Senior brother, this must be a medium-grade treasure, right? Senior Brother Zhang has obtained a medium-grade treasure, right?"

Seeing Long Fei and the others, Qin Xuan glared at them and threw out two words: "Breath!"

"Exit?" Long Fei smirked, "What does Exit mean? Can you tell me quickly? Is this sword a medium-grade treasure? If so, then it is really blessed by God, we finally have someone on Qingmang Island to use such a good weapon." ”

"You said that's all you have to offer!" Qin Xuan glanced at him, "This is a low-grade spirit weapon!"

"Ah!?It's just a low-grade spirit weapon!?" After Long Fei was startled, he seemed to feel that he had misheard, and asked, "Senior brother, what did you just say?"

"This is not a low-grade treasure weapon, but a low-grade spiritual weapon, understand?" Qin Xuan's words were like a heavy thunderbolt, directly hitting Long Fei and the others.

After a few breaths, Long Fei shook the fat on his face and said, "Senior brother, I heard you right, right? You just said that this is a low-grade spirit weapon?"

"It's true! As I saw in my own years, Senior Brother Zhang kept climbing up, and finally grabbed this lower grade spiritual weapon. Qin Xuan replied while twisting the water.

"But......" Long Fei licked his tongue a few times and said, "But Senior Brother, aren't all the people who come to our Qingmang Island all waste?" Senior Brother Zhang...... By the way, last time we went to Yanyutai Xiandao, but we heard it so clearly, everyone called Senior Brother Zhang a waste, that's right!?"

"Hehe, you don't understand, do you?" Qin Xuan asked.

"I don't understand!" Long Fei replied affirmatively.

"It's right if you don't understand!" Qin Xuan said proudly, "Not only do you not understand, but I also don't understand, neither do the five hundred new disciples, even Ling Qingyang's seniors who guard the Instrument Spirit Mountain can't understand it, and the teachers and uncles of the other five islands can't understand it either!"

Long Fei, Huang Pengfei and others, you look at me, I look at you, completely stunned.

No one could have imagined that Zhang Zichen, who was called a waste, would be able to climb to the fourth floor, where the inferior spiritual weapon was located.

For now, the disciples of the entire Qingmang Island, without exception, all use low-grade treasure weapons.

This spiritual weapon, but they can't even think of it.

The people who have doubts are not just Long Fei and others.

An hour later, the Immortal Island of the Ten Thousand Saints Dynasty, Penglai Immortal Island.

"Junior brothers, what do you think?" the one who spoke was Yuan Yangzi, who was sitting in the position of the head of the sect.

Although he didn't go to watch the new disciple's selection of weapons today, Zhang Zichen's incident still reached his ears.

So Yuan Yangzi gathered everyone to discuss the results, and it just so happened that Duanmu Batian and others also wanted to discuss with this master.

Here, there are Feng Ruolan of Yanyutai Immortal Island, Ying Jingtian of Tengyun Immortal Island, Tong Feiming of Feitian Immortal Island and Hou Yushu of Haoyue Immortal Island.

Several major island masters, plus Elder Ling Qingyang of Jiling Island, a total of seven people, sat in the main hall, and no one spoke.

"Tell me, what do you think?" Seeing that everyone was silent, Yuan Yangzi asked again.