The weapon pavilion of such a major sect as Xuantian Sect is naturally huge, and all kinds of weapons are dazzling.

As an outer disciple, he has no contribution to the sect, as long as he breaks through to the second level of the warrior, he can choose a weapon on the first floor of the Weapon Pavilion. This is such a good thing for the sect to show the generosity of the sect.

The weapons on the first floor are all made of ordinary ore-refined iron, and the quality is of course up for consideration. The weapons on the second floor are naturally much stronger, so don't think about the current wind and snow, and accept the reality obediently.

The Martial Arts Pavilion was guarded, and the chief manager was an elder, and the elder naturally controlled all the disciples in a secret place.

In fact, as long as you serve in Xuantian Sect, you will have a salary corresponding to your position, and the same is true for elders or sect masters.

The main source of income for a sect like this is to receive offerings and tasks from the secular world, leaving aside the worldly realm.

As far as doing tasks is concerned, first of all, the sect has a mission hall that is responsible for accepting requests from the secular world and has corresponding rewards.

And the tasks are all disciples who take the initiative to receive the task card, and the disciples get a lot of rewards, and the sect will also draw the corresponding commission.

How can you feed such a large group of people without income, especially the outer disciples, most of whom are wine bags and rice bags. However, it is also indispensable, and the best people are usually produced in this group.

Therefore, the treatment of the outer disciples is not very good, but it is also passable.

In fact, many disciples are reluctant to apply for positions in the sect for the sake of freedom, and they are somewhat constrained by cultivation, such as Feng Xue, who is unwilling.

"Hello two senior brothers, I'm just here to pick a weapon. "There are two disciples standing at the gate of the Martial Arts Pavilion, and Feng Xue is naturally very respectful when he goes for the first time.

At this time, Feng Xue did not hide the strength of his warrior duo, and he was not a fool, without the strength of the warrior duo, he couldn't even enter the door.

"Are you going to pick up your weapon? A senior brother with a Chinese character face changed his finger as he spoke, and continued to stand guard there intently.

Senior Brother Xie pointed out. "After knowing how to do it, I entered the gate and walked to the right.

Feng Xue, who has liked to be a swordsman since he was a child, naturally went directly to the Sword Pavilion, plus he wants to practice swordsmanship, and the sword is naturally indispensable.

The wind and snow passed through the door, the knife pavilion, the axe pavilion, and the gun pavilion,......... Finally came to the coveted Sword Pavilion.

Feng Xue's mentality has always changed and he can't help but his mouth slowly turned into an O-shape, and tens of thousands of swords dazzled Feng Xue. After walking for a quarter of an hour, he finally stopped in front of a batch of freshly baked swords.

This batch of swords is all black, obviously they haven't opened the front yet, and Fengxue then picked one at random.

"Senior brother, are you very knowledgeable, the first time you pick up a sword, you have a good eye," said a senior brother who was guarding the Sword Pavilion.

"Where? I just want to have a sword of my own, so I choose not to have a blade. Feng Xue replied respectfully, people have to bow their heads under the eaves, not to mention whether people have malicious intentions.

"I see, then I won't bother you. After speaking, he walked elsewhere, but this senior brother was particularly polite.

After choosing the sword, I didn't hesitate to walk to the registered place, because the wind and snow always felt that time was precious.

If a person does not reach the realm of a war fighter in his lifetime, he can live to be about 100 years old at most, about 200 years old when he reaches the realm of a war fighter, about 400 years old when he reaches the realm of a war master, and about 800 years old when he reaches the realm of war hegemon.

And so on, and each additional realm lives twice as many years. As far as Feng Xue knows, no one on this continent has yet reached immortality.

Therefore, the concept of the time of the wind and snow is especially important, and after a quarter of an hour came to the registration office.

"Name, position, and how many numbers are ?............," asked a melon-faced senior brother, who was the one who made the records.

"Feng Xue, no position, 9527 ......" Feng Xue's answer was very simple, but he didn't know the reason.

"Alright, you can go. "After the recording, it will definitely not let people flow down, so as not to be too crowded.

Ignoring it, he walked out playing with his sword.

At the same time as Feng Xue was choosing a sword, Yang Gang led a group of people to rush into Feng Xue's room and messed around. Seeing that there was no one, he smashed the room to pieces.

"This kid is quite smart, but he is not here, brothers go to the room with a thousand to have a look. Yang Gang was naturally the leader, and after speaking, he ran to He Qian's room.

A group of people, led by Yang Gang, kicked He Qian's door with one kick.

He Qian, who had already applied the healing medicine, just took a sip of tea, and was so frightened that the tea squirted out.

Slowly turned around and saw Yang Gang's group, he was so frightened that he almost didn't come up in one breath, pretending to faint, but his reaction was quite fast.

I thought that my cleverness would make me escape, but I didn't expect that it would be even more cruel and sad next.

"He Qian, dare to charge me 500 gold coins, give me all of them on him, so that 500 gold coins can be compensated. ”

Yang Gang didn't find Fengxue, he was very unhappy, and he wanted to find someone to vent, of course, He Qian became the best punching bag.

After speaking, a group of people punched and kicked He Qian, watching everyone come over with the corner of their eyes, and He Qian, who wanted to get up and beg for mercy, was really kicked and fainted before he had time.

Next, He Qian was like a dead pig that couldn't wake up with boiling water, allowing a group of people to kick around.

Usually kicking people is not so smooth, this group of people kicked very happily, and the big block lasted for a quarter of an hour.

Especially Yang Gang put all the qi that couldn't beat the wind and snow out of He Qian's body, and his attack was naturally the heaviest, and the part kept hovering on his head.

When everyone was tired of playing, a disciple collected all the gold coins on He Qian's body. Yang Gang said with a smile: "This guy has developed limbs on the surface, but I didn't expect it to be a bad thing, but it is very easy to deal with, and it is effortless." ”

All the younger brothers also smiled and catered to each other: "That is, who will not become a fool in front of Brother Yang." ”

Yang Gang was very happy when he heard this: "Our brother is going to drink, as for Fengxue, that kid has time to clean him up." ”

After saying that, a group of people walked out.

There are so many disciples from the outer sect, and they don't care about how they fight inside the sect. If you unfortunately end your life, just because you are not very talented, a waste boy, what will be worth paying attention to.

Back in the room, a scene of chaos appeared in front of me. How could Feng Xue not know what was going on? Ignoring the old color in his room, he decided to go to the next door to have a look. As expected, it was not as expected.

"Hell, where did you get such a big pig's head, it scared me, and I thought I had met a pig demon?" Seeing that He Qian's face was even more bloated than when he was beaten, he knew that Yang Gang had brought someone here.

A cup of tea was splashed on He Qian's face, and He Qian slowly regained his senses.

|“ Who, I'm there, how does it feel like the world is spinning. He Qian said hesitantly.

"I don't know you in my room, you're a pig! By the way, you really look like a pig, otherwise how could I not recognize it for a moment when I came in?" said Feng Xue mischievously.

After speaking, Fengxue handed a bronze mirror to He Qian, and He Qian took a look at the bronze mirror. I couldn't help but throw away the bronze mirror and said, "Why does this guy look like a pig so much! No, there is a heroic spirit between this guy's eyebrows, who else can I be?"

"Wow, I'm kind of a person. was beaten into a pig's head, and said that there was a heroic spirit between his eyebrows. Fengxue shook her head

"Fortunately, I have a lot of money to create medicine, and I can't say it's peaceful. He Qian used the tone of an uncertain prophet.

"Can you be normal, no one says you're a fool. Feng Xue said seriously.

"You still say, if I didn't know you, would I be like this? Obediently give the gold coins this kind of thing?" He Qian is not stupid, and he also knows how to throw the cause of the disaster to others.

"You spineless person, you actually blame me? Fengxue was a little angry, and walked outside to close the door hard. But he found that the door had long been broken.

The outside was already full of disciples watching the excitement.

"Look, this is what will happen to Yang Gang," said one of the disciples.

"Didn't you defeat each other in the dining hall, I didn't expect it to be the beginning of trouble," said a disciple who witnessed two fights.

"It seems that they will have a hard time in the future, and my ability is too weak to help them, so I can only express deep sympathy. A disciple who was worried about the sky said.

The disciples had different opinions.

Feng Xue returned to the room and quickly tidied up, not deciding to stay for a long time, even if he could beat Yang Gang and beat a group of people, not to mention that there was a tricky existence behind them, Han Jun.

Two fists are hard to beat four hands, so it's better to take precautions early. Wind and snow are delicate, and if you want to be invincible, you must prevent it early. Temporarily cramming the Buddha's feet, who will see the Buddha in the end?

The Buddha has not appeared, where are the Buddha's feet?

There is no backer in the sect, but it is a lonely existence, and it can only rely on itself.

So I decided to go out and have some experience, hoping to get something out.