Tyrannosaurus's knowledge of treasures is even more barren, and he has never heard of any of those powerful treasures. Forget it, what do you want to do so much, even if it is the lowest-level writer, he is also a miscellaneous disciple of the Qixi Wenzong, and his back is against the big tree to enjoy the shade.

Now the main task is to gather the conditions to open the first layer of seals. As long as he continues to develop in the Qixi Wenzong, he can always understand these things, and he faintly feels that the Qiankun pen has something to do with his fate, and perhaps, opening the seal will let him understand something.

But it's not easy to stay, if you want to stay in Qixi Wenzong, the annual assessment is secondary, it's a big deal, take a few whips, but is the annual assessment the key, the monthly assessment, but it's just to hand in the ore. Although it is harsh, there is a way to resolve it, but the subsequent online league is held every two years.

This is a question of whether or not you can develop in the Qixi Wenzong. In the shallow memory of the tyrannosaurus, he also knows that the online literature sect is beneficial for the cultivation of writers. Even if it is just an outer disciple, under the behemoth of one of the top ten original literary sects like the Qixi Wenzong, he can have a good development.

The practice of a writer has never been a matter of one person, but also a matter of the sect, and without the support of the sect, it is very difficult to get to a certain level. Publicity, platform, shelf, and publication all require countless energy, all of which can only be provided by major sects, and there are many things that writers need to cultivate.

"This foundation must not be lost!" the tyrannosaurus clenched his fists and thought secretly. Pushing open the courtyard door and coming out, the tyrannosaurus found that it was already dawn outside. The tyrannosaurus quickly washed up and immediately ran to the mountain, the touch dragon arrived early today, and found that the tyrannosaurus did not come, so he has been waiting for the tyrannosaurus at the intersection.

Seeing the Tyrannosaurus coming from afar, the dragon said, "Tyrannosaurus, why are you late today, be careful that the task can't be completed!"

Today, the tyrannosaurus didn't have the heart to work, and he kept in mind that about opening the seal of the Qiankun pen, the spirit ore only knocked off a piece, and put the spirit ore into the Qiankun pen, and the tyrannosaurus felt that the number on the jade bi was a little more.

Halfway up the mountain, the bronze bell shook gently under the breeze, a touch of purple, particularly eye-catching, it should be Uncle Xie, in this endless cold night, only a master like Uncle Xie can be on it without hindrance.

Going down the path, in the place between the two mountains, is where the outer disciples eat, and it has a nice name, called the Immortal Canteen, and the writers above the contracted realm no longer need to eat grains.

For writers in the contract realm, there are too many magazines in the mortal food, which is harmful to cultivation, and only miscellaneous disciples who have not cultivated to the contract realm need to eat, and this immortal canteen is named after the fact that all miscellaneous disciples eat.

Almost all the miscellaneous disciples live here. With almost seven or eight hundred people, the Qixi Wenzong is just one of the top ten original Wenzong in the online literature world, and the entire Qixi Wenzong has hundreds of peaks like this.

In this way, there are almost 100,000 miscellaneous disciples, 10,000 outer disciples, and about a few hundred core disciples.

After washing, when the tyrannosaurus walked into the immortal canteen, the dragon had already begun to fight, the treatment of the miscellaneous disciples here was not high, but the food was good, in the world, the princes may not enjoy it, the food of the entire Qixi Wenzong was provided by a magic weapon five-flavor pot.

All this can only be done by the big sects, even if it is ordinary food, after the purification and processing of the magic vessel five-flavor pot, it is also fragrant, the key is that it is full of aura, and it is a great tonic ingredient. "Quick, Tyrannosaurus, today is Wucao porridge, you like it the most!" the Tentacle Dragon shouted loudly.

Five-herb porridge, is one of the recipes, which adds dozens of medicinal materials, for the stationary period of miscellaneous disciples, has the effect of nourishing the yuan and replenishing qi, if placed in the mundane world, it can be said to be the level of rare treasures, a bowl down, can increase a few years of strength, even in the sect, not every day can be drunk.

The tyrannosaurus sat down, picked up the big bowl, took a bite of the stomach, a stream of heat, rushed out, from the stomach to the dantian, after the operation, it ran into the meridians, the turbulent aura, pushing the true qi, bursts of agitation, as if to break through all barriers. A bowl of five-herb porridge is even comparable to the previous day's meditation exercises.

It's a pity that the medicinal power goes all the way along the meridians, all the way out, and finally digests and becomes invisible. The tyrannosaurus sighed and opened his eyes, this is the trouble of the spiritual root, he is the spiritual root of the lower three grades, and most of the medicinal effects have been dispersed and gathered into the body.

This can't improve too much vitality at all, at most it is just to strengthen the body, fortunately, the fatigue of the day seems to have been reduced by half, only the shoulder position with too much exertion, and it is slightly sore.

In the cafeteria, there are only a few miscellaneous disciples eating, and the miscellaneous disciples, among the Wenzong, are considered to be the lowest level, and they bear heavy work every day, but there are still some people who don't want to work hard, but have nothing to do all day long.

The people at the opposite table also seemed to be eating, but when they saw the tyrannosaurus and the tentacle, they exchanged ears. Because of his cultivation, Tyrannosaurus's hearing far surpassed that of mortals. In addition, a few people didn't seem to have any scruples about the tyrannosaurus, and occasionally words came over.

"This is the Tyrannosaurus, right! So thin, it seems that in a few months, you won't be able to see him!" "Yes, Xiuwei has been hanging his tail, and it seems that he hasn't dug up any ore for a month, I really don't know why he still has the face to stay here!"

"Well, you don't know what those waste firewood think, there is always some benefit to staying in the sect for one more day, staying one more day, and eating one more meal of five-grass porridge, in the world, this is not something that mortals can eat!"

By the way, isn't that a dragon touch, what about innate divine power, if you can't improve your cultivation, you're not a waste like a tyrannosaurus!" The guys didn't lower their voices.

In the midst of cynicism, it is irrefutable, the dragon clenched his fists hard, and the green muscles burst out, but they did not burst out. That's right, the current Tyrannosaurus and Touch Dragon are already the worst among the writers stationed on the station.

The Tyrannosaurus rex directly faced this annual assessment, and the Touch Dragon, at most, survived this time, as if everything was a little slim. "Touch the dragon, let's go!" the tyrannosaurus slowly stood up, and the two of them packed up their things and left the immortal cafeteria.