The shopkeeper of the Treasure Pavilion was a middle-aged man with a sallow complexion, but when he saw Mo Wuchen take out a mid-level red spirit sword from his storage bag, his face turned green in an instant. www.biquge.info He looked at the Elder Disciple Token that Mo Wuchen had accidentally revealed, and asked with a little fear: "This senior brother is a closed disciple that Elder Ma has recently accepted......?"

"There's no need to get away from the topic!" Mo Wuchen said solemnly: "Although my 'Blood Yin' is also an intermediate spirit sword of the ground level, its craftsmanship is superior to yours!

Value ...... It's worth ......," the shopkeeper said hurriedly.

He thought that Mo Wuchen was an ordinary miscellaneous disciple, so he specially raised the price, thinking that the other party would retreat in the face of difficulties, but he didn't expect that now he was stealing chickens and eating rice, so he was very unwilling to go back to the counter and take a ticket for silver flowers.

"This is a Dan ticket with a face value of 1,000 Soul Pills, and you can exchange it for Soul Pills when you go to the Hall of Merit. ”

Mo Wuchen smiled and accepted the Dan ticket, put it in his arms, and then very reluctantly threw the spirit sword "Blood Yin" to the shopkeeper, and said: "The boss counts you as a good eyesight and knows the goods! This time it will be cheaper for you, and I will take care of you next time I have business!"

The shopkeeper Tie Qing's face turned the color of pig liver in an instant, and he prayed in his heart that Mo Wuchen would leave his treasure pavilion quickly.

Mo Wuchen also accepted it when he saw it, and with a Dan ticket worth 1,000 faces, he left the Treasure Pavilion with satisfaction and walked straight to the Hall of Merit.

At the end of the east side of the square, the Hall of Merit is a magnificent three-story hall, and there are constantly disciples of the Soul Gathering Sect wearing various colors in and out of it, which is indescribably lively.

"This senior brother, do you know how many floors can be cashed in the Dan ticket?" Mo Wuchen asked a young man with a hurried expression.

"Go up to the second floor!" the man said impatiently.

Mo Wuchen didn't care too much, so he walked straight into the Hall of Merit!

The first floor of the Hall of Merit is very special, there are many stone tablets inside, there are about hundreds of pieces at a glance, but the most eye-catching thing is the two huge stone tablets standing in the center, and the seven colors of light bloom on them. Many disciples were arguing around these two huge stone tablets.

At this time, Mo Wuchen saw an inner disciple wearing a black Taoist robe beside him, untied his identity token from his waist, and placed it on a small stone tablet, on which a blue light suddenly appeared, and then a series of small golden characters appeared.

"Inner disciple Li Gong, this month's task number eight, complete five, to complete three. Gain merit value fifteen, accumulate merit value ninety-nine, and rank seven thousand five hundred!"

The young man in the black robe sighed in frustration, took back his identity token, and walked out of the Hall of Merit.

Mo Wuchen felt very magical, and immediately took out his identity token and put it on the small stone tablet, a burst of blue light flashed, and small golden characters surfaced.

"Elder disciple, don't forget the dust, this month the number of tasks received is zero, the number of completions is zero, the merit value obtained is zero, the cumulative merit value is zero, and the ranking is twenty-five thousand!"

"Sure enough, his merit value is zero, and it is estimated that he is the last in the entire Soul Gathering Sect!" Mo Wuchen guessed in his heart.

At this time, the crowd of onlookers beside the two huge stone tablets in the center of the Hall of Merit suddenly erupted in surprise.

"Look,! Senior Brother Han is in the top ten!"

"Really, that's too fast! Yesterday there were only fifty-eight!"

"Senior Brother Han's Tianzong is the first person to deserve to be the outer disciple! You see, many elder disciples have been left behind by him!"

"Wow, Senior Brother Han, today I actually completed one Class A task and three Class B tasks, no wonder the ranking has risen so quickly!" said a handyman, pointing to another huge stone tablet.

At this moment, Mo Wuchen also squeezed into the crowd, and his eyes were first attracted by the large stone tablet on the left.

The large stone tablet on the left was shining with colorful light, and there were a hundred golden names flashing on it. At first glance, Mo Wangchen saw that the Senior Brother Han they had discussed earlier was ranked eighth, and his monthly merit was worth nine thousand one hundred! Mo Wuchen silently wrote down the name of this Senior Brother Han -- Han Shengjun.

Mo Wuchen glanced at it roughly, and found that almost all of the top ten were elder disciples, with the exception of this Han Shengjun!

At this time, Mo Wuchen saw a familiar name "Cha Ziru" again, that is, the previous Sister Cha, who was also in the top 100, there were eighty-nine, and the monthly merit was worth one thousand two!

Mo Wuchen shifted his gaze to another stone tablet. It turns out that the large stone tablet on the right records some tasks and the corresponding completion, the red one indicates completion, and the gold one indicates that it has been completed. And the color of the font changes very quickly, and in the blink of an eye, many tasks will be completed, and then many tasks will be announced.

After browsing the stone tablet on the right for a while, Mo Wuchen nodded and walked straight to the second floor of the Hall of Merit.

There are relatively few people on the second floor of the Hall of Merit, and as far as the eye can see, there are rows of vermilion lacquered nanmu shelves, which are full of spiritual weapons or spiritual grasses and elixirs that bloom with various colors.

Behind the counter, an old man with gray hair was napping with his head propped up on his hands.

Mo Wuchen called softly: "Senior...... Senior ......"

"Well......" The old man gradually woke up and said angrily: "It's the one who doesn't have long eyes again, disturbing my dreams!"

"Senior, I'm here to cash in the Dan ticket!" Mo Wangchen said, taking out the Dan ticket worth 1,000 from his arms and handing it to the old man.

The old man picked up a magnifying glass, looked at the Dan ticket carefully, and then said, "Where is your identity token?"

Mo Wangchen took out his identity token from the storage bag again.

The white-haired old man took Mo Wangchen's identity token and stuck it into a stone trough on the counter. Then a red light flashed, and Mo Wangchen's identity was transformed into a series of large black characters, floating in front of him.

"It turns out that you are a disciple of Ma Lao Wei......" The white-haired old man's tone calmed down a little, and said: "Whether these thousand soul pills are to be cashed out in full, or to exchange for some spirit weapon spirit pills." ”

After Mo Wuchen glanced at those Nanmu shelves, he asked, "Senior, can't you exchange some exercises or martial arts here?"

The white-haired old man smiled and said, "You little guy, but you're in a hurry, will you still lack exercises and martial arts with the old monster?" If you want to change your exercises and martial arts, you can go to the third floor." ”

Mo Wuchen pondered for a moment and said, "Then trouble the seniors, exchange all these Dan tickets for Soul Pills!"