Walking to the deacon's hall, a deacon disciple handed Zhang Fan and the six people a jade slip, and then said: "I have seen all the senior brothers, here is the resource that the sect can provide now, there is a magic weapon pill talisman seal." However, you can only choose two of each item. ”

Zhang Fan took it and checked it by the way, there are indeed many names of magic weapons and pill talismans in it, as well as introductions, but there is nothing Zhang Fan needs in them.

After a general look, Zhang Fan handed the jade slip to the five people behind him, and then asked the deacon disciple: "What is the situation this time, let's talk about the task first." ”

Hearing Zhang Fan's question, a person stood out behind the counter, wearing the clothes of a steward, and came to Zhang Fan and said, "I've seen senior brother." ”

When Zhang Fan saw the steward coming, didn't Ling Hu Chong ask softly, "Is Senior Brother Ling Hu also going out?" ”

The steward said: "Yes, Senior Brother, but Senior Brother Linghu is not going to do a task, but to go to the capital of the Qin Dynasty to pick up disciples, a triennial disciple selection, I hope to recruit more disciples this time." ”

"As for this mission, the cause is that a ruin suddenly appeared on the side of Wanghai Town, which alarmed the ancestor of the Sea Clan, and then one of the ancestors of our Terran Alliance also went over to confront each other, and in the end, I don't know why, the ancestor in the alliance and the ancestor of the Sea Clan made a bet, the Terran and the Sea Clan each sent five hundred people into the ruins, and the cultivation requirement was fifty people to build the foundation, and the others could only be in the Qi refining period, and the number of people who came out of the ruins decided the victory. For every ten more people who come out of the ruins than the Sea Clan, the Sea Clan will not attack our clan for a year. ”

Zhang Fan heard this and said, "In other words, if our human race completely destroys the Sea Clan, and all five hundred people come out of the ruins, they can get fifty years of respite?" ”

The steward said: "It's sixty years, the ancestor of the Sea Clan said that as long as the Terran wins this game, it will give the Terran ten years of respite, plus the algorithm of five hundred people, that is, sixty years." ”

Zhang Fan looked at the green trees outside the hall and said, "This is a bloody battle, do you know what the situation is inside the ruins?" ”

The steward said: "It is said that the Sea Clan and the Human Race each have a foundation building period monk to go, and there is no news yet. ”

Zhang Fan looked at the steward of the deacon's hall, pondered for a while, and then said, "I don't know if there are any close-quarters weapons and armor that are needed by the body refiner." ”

The steward couldn't help but be stunned when he heard Zhang Fan's question, and said: "There are not many tools used by qi practitioners in our sect, after all, there are not many people in the sect who practice the art of body refining, if you need it, senior brother, you might as well take a look at this item catalog." After speaking, he flipped his wrist and took out another jade slip.

Zhang Fan stretched out his hand to take it and began to check. The reason why Zhang Fan asked these questions was because in this nearly a year of cultivation, his body refining cultivation was advancing more and more in a crushing way, and he had reached the late stage of the Tong Mai, and he could enter the Yi Jin Realm at any time, and it was also because the body refining had entered the late stage of the Tong Mai that his cultivation was pulled, and he entered the middle stage of foundation building in less than a year.

So now Zhang Fan's biggest reliance is not on the many means of cultivating the truth, but on the power of refining the body to break through ten thousand methods, which also led him to ask that if there is a body refiner's amplification equipment, it can strengthen his combat effectiveness.

After reading the jade slip, Zhang Fan finally selected a three-foot long sword used by a body refiner, and a green steel shield used by a defensive magic weapon used by a monk, and then took a bottle of blood burning pill and a few talisman seals, even if he finished selecting the items this time. At this time, the few people who came with him also finished choosing their own magic weapons, most of which were life-saving magic weapons, and Zhang Fan was relieved. If he takes people away from the sect, then he must try his best to bring them back, and he can't be easily damaged.

Then the steward gave each person a bottle of pills to restore mana, as well as two Huizhong spirit stones, for personal recovery of mana, and then handed Zhang Fan a leaf of light boat, which can carry five or six people, Zhang Fan released the flying boat after some practice, and carried five people from the same door to the customs in the light boat.

In the hurry, Zhang Fan and the five people became familiar with the names, and then asked the individual what he was good at, so he set up a horse on the flying boat and continued to practice the "Bone Forging Technique" body refining method, and the five people also began to meditate and cultivate, only hoping to make progress before entering the ruins.

In five days, Zhang Fan's imperial envoy Qingzhou finally arrived at the place of ten miles from Wanghaiguan, but at this time, a sudden wave of divine consciousness swept over, and a random spiritual pressure came, and Zhang Fan was suddenly startled and hurriedly resisted. It's just that at this time, the spiritual pressure suddenly disappeared, and a stream of words came. "Come and gather at the main hall square in Wanghai Town."

Zhang Fan knew that it must be the masters in the town who noticed that a few people came by boat, and checked it with his divine sense, and by the way, he used spiritual pressure to show his cultivation. That spiritual pressure Zhang Fan Zhang Fan has not encountered it since he started to cultivate the truth, he is at least ten times stronger than his master Situ Nan, his master is already at the peak of the Jindan period, and the person who transmits the sound to him is at least a Yuanying monk.

Thinking of this, Zhang Fan turned his head to look at the five people behind him, and cast inquiring eyes, while the five people shook their heads to show ignorance, Zhang Fan breathed a sigh of relief and flew towards Wanghai Town. It's just that I'm flying all the way, meditating all the way, my cultivation is still insufficient, and the gap between me and the senior monks is too big, and I still need to work harder.

The distance of ten miles is not too far, but this time there are many masters in the town, and Zhang Fan does not want to provoke right and wrong, so he directly stopped the flying boat not far from the gate of the town, and walked to the town with the five junior brothers. At this time, the early morning sunlight is not scorching, shining on this line of six people in white clothes, like a painting. It's just that they went to the Shura field, not a place of love.

The square in Wanghai Town is not big, but it is no problem to accommodate two or three thousand people, not to mention that only five hundred people are coming now.

When Zhang Fan and the five of them walked to the square, there were already three or four hundred people in the square, chatting with each other and exchanging feelings.

This trip to the ruins, 500 people, must need a leader to lead this operation, otherwise they will not be able to compete with a united collective. It's just that Zhang Fan knows his own business, his cultivation is not enough, there are obviously many late-stage foundation building monks in the square, he will definitely not be able to control the situation, and this leader himself does not have to fight for it.

Therefore, Zhang Fan didn't want to behave very differently, so he just found a place with less people with the five people, and continued to stand and practice while checking the people in the square. The mastery of every subtle operation of spiritual power and physical power is a kind of progress.

In the corner of the square, there was a person dressed in white like snow, holding a long sword to be sheathed, holding it in front of his chest, cold and arrogant and withdrawn, like the green pine who did not like to say much. On the other side of the square, there is a giant man like an iron tower, carrying a long knife, standing in a corner of the square, and four people behind him are standing behind the giant man, looking at the direction of the main hall from afar, as if waiting for someone.

And when Zhang Fan's eyes were fixed on the two, both of them just glanced at Zhang Fan, randomly closed their eyes and stood still, as if they were indifferent to external things. When Zhang Fan saw the two of them, he just smiled back, and then observed a few people in the square. It is because of these people that Zhang Fan feels dangerous, and most of the cultivation is the pinnacle of foundation building.

The wait was long, especially before the execution. Everyone in the square should know why they are here, and although they are all chatting on the side, no one is very excited.

When the day was in the middle of the sky, someone finally came to register the sect where Zhang Fan and the others were located, and Zhang Fan also knew that the giant man with the long knife on his back was a member of the Yi Ghost Sect. And the man in white standing with a sword in his arms was a disciple of the Hehuan Sect, and at this time, Zhang Fan also saw the woman who let him escape, Qiyue, she and five or six fellow disciples were standing, behind the man holding the sword.

Zhang Fan didn't continue to look at the others, just continued to wait for things to develop.

After waiting for a while, the main hall in the town opened, and several men and women walked out of it, standing on the steps in front of the hall, one of them was a tall and white-haired old man who glanced at the crowd: "I am Dongjun, and I am the initiator of this incident, that is, I made a bet with the Sea Clan." Gambling with your lives, gambling on the stability of the Terran Pass for decades, and gambling on the decades of cultivation time of the Terran. ”

"I know that you may hate me, that you may resent me, that maybe I am wrong, that the Sea Clan may not fulfill the bet. But you have to understand that our human race can no longer afford to lose, and has reached the realm of life and death, as long as there is a chance to recuperate, I will gamble, gamble your life. If that ancestor of the Sea Clan is willing to gamble with me, I will fight for my life, and there is no other way. ”

After being silent for a while, the old man continued: "I don't say this to let you forgive me, not to let you forgive me for gambling with your life. Because I am not worthy, I have been in a high position in my clan for hundreds of years, but I have never brought a stable environment for my clan to cultivate, and I am ashamed of my clansmen, and I am ashamed of the resources donated by my clansmen for our frugality and tirelessness to death. ”

"It's just that the existing threat to our clan is not only the Sea Clan, but also the Beast Clan, and other races often come across the border, they come to our clan to kill them just to refine treasures, but with my cultivation, there is nothing I can do."

He paused again and said, "I don't have anything to say about your trip to the ruins, I just hope that you will try to live as much as possible, and return as safe as possible, as long as you can return safely, we will have ten years of cultivation." Ten years of cultivation is enough for us monks to grow up a group of monks. ”

"Come back as safe as you can." After speaking, the old man didn't look at everyone anymore, and slowly walked towards the main hall, his steps heavy.

Zhang Fan quietly looked at the old man walking towards the hall on the steps, and only then did he understand. It's not that their generation doesn't work hard, they have worked hard enough, and they are used to seeing the life and death of their peers and the parting of their juniors. It's just that sometimes, no matter how strong you are, you can't avoid not crying because of every parting.

Zhang Fan can't do it, his master can't do it, the old man in front of him can't do it, and the people who cry in the square can't do it.

At this time, a fierce autumn wind blew, blowing up the annoying thoughts.

When the wind rises, when we weep.