A few days later.

A spaceship with the words "Taixuan Sword Sect" printed on it shuttled out of the clouds and landed steadily at the inner gate of the Taixuan Sword Sect.

As soon as Jiang Yanlu came down from the cabin, he saw the three Xin Zhu waiting at the door.

Feng Miaomiao trotted and hugged Jiang Yanlu: "Little Senior Sister, you're finally back!" We miss you so much! ”

Jiang Yanlu touched her head and said in surprise: "How do you know that we are coming back today?" ”

Cheng Xingqian jumped down from the spaceship: "Naturally, I told them in advance, after leaving the sect for a few months, of course I want them to give us the wind!" ”

Ming Cheng also smiled: "Senior sister, junior brother, little... Bro. ”

Jiang Yanlu was even more surprised: "Senior brother, you ......"

Xin Zhu explained with a smile on the side: "In the past few months since you left the sect, senior brother has practiced hard to speak, and finally can go from only saying one word at a time to speaking two words at a time!" ”

Jiang Yanlu also smiled and said, "Senior brother, you are too powerful!" Has there been any progress in cultivation? ”

The smile on Mingcheng's face disappeared instantly.

Jiang Yanlu pulled Cheng Xingqi out from Qi Yue's side: "Senior brother is now in the middle of the Jindan realm, and the time for senior brother and senior sister to break through Jindan is earlier than that of junior brother, shouldn't I reflect on it?" ”

Cheng Xingqian straightened his chest: "Little Senior Sister is right! ”

Xin Zhu and Mingcheng: "......"

The two of them turned their heads and ran back, the soles of their feet as if they had stepped on Hot Wheels: "Let's go back to cultivation now!" ”

Feng Miaomiao also slipped away: "Little Senior Sister, I'm also going back to cultivate!" ”

Jiang Yanlu took Cheng Xingqian and Qi Yue to the mission hall to file the task card.

Then he was called over by Xuan Qing Zhenjun, who came back from Yunyou.

Xuan Qing Zhenjun has a strong ability to adapt and accept.

He was already surprised by the scene of his wandering and apprentice cultivation soaring once.

I just briefly asked what happened in the secret realm of the Pantu Desert, as well as the encounter with the two Demon Cultivators of the Transformation God Realm, and let them go back.

Jiang Yanlu didn't leave: "Master, do you know a reliable refiner?" ”

Xuan Qing Zhenjun touched his beard and asked, "Yes, what are you asking for?" ”

Jiang Yanlu didn't hide it: "I have a little golden flame sand in my hand, but the gold in it hasn't been refined for the time being, and I want to make some magic weapons." ”

Cheng Xingqian also followed: "And me, Master!" I also want to do the tool. ”

Xuan Qing Zhenjun is very efficient.

On the second day, he dragged a refiner about his size from the bottom of the mountain.

The refiner's face was red, as if he had just finished drinking, his face was full of beards, and his eyes were like two copper bells.

Xuan Qing Zhenjun stood with him, his eyes were not as wide as the other party's eyebrows.

On the way here, he had already told the refiner the demands of his two disciples.

The refiner said in a rough voice: "Brother, it's not that I don't want to give your two apprentices a magic weapon, and you don't know that the magic weapon made of gold refined by the Golden Flame Sand is good, but if there is only a little Golden Flame Sand, you can't make a magic weapon at all." ”

"It's hard for a good woman to cook without rice, aren't you embarrassed for me!"

Xuan Qing Zhenjun said "hey": "You have already drunk the wine that the old man treasured, even if my apprentice only has a grain of golden flame sand in his hand, you have to make a magic weapon for them!" ”

The refiner sighed: "You have calculated again!" Okay, for your sake, I'll do two methods for your two little apprentices for free—"

Before he finished speaking, Jiang Yanlu threw out a few mustard seed bags, all of which were filled with golden flame sand.

"Master, is this Golden Flame Sand enough?"

Cheng Xingqian also took out a mustard seed bag: "I also have some!" ”

He got these golden flame sand from the home where he and Jiang Yanlu and a few people were digging gerbils.

The refiner poked the aura into the mustard seed bag, and gasped in shock: "Where did you get so much Golden Flame Sand?!" ”

Xuan Qing Zhenjun smiled and said, "You don't have to worry about this, you just need to make magic weapons according to the needs of my apprentices." ”

Jiang Yanlu smiled again and took out a small mustard seed bag, which contained the golden flame sand she had received before entering the secret realm.

She handed it to the refiner, "These Golden Flame Sands are a little bit of our heart. ”

A smile suddenly bloomed on the refiner's face.

For him now, getting this small bag of mustard seeds Golden Flame Sand is more satisfying than getting spirit stones.

Xuan Qing Zhenjun snorted twice: "My apprentice gave you a thank you gift, you don't hurry up and accept it." ”

"Good, good! The two virtuous nephews can rest assured, the matter of refining and the matter of the method instrument are all wrapped up in the old man! ”

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After solving the matter of the magic weapon, Jiang Yanlu went down the mountain alone.

I went and made a special dress for Dabai.

Sold the corpse and armor of the mutant rainbow ant.

I found a remote place again, and asked the tree spirit to plant the butt meat that had been gnawed off by Dabai, and harvested six Gathering Spirit Bidi Trees.

Finally, I went to Zhengqi Pavilion.

She planned to buy some more spirit plants to refine the three-rank pill.

In front of the counter of the Zhengqi Pavilion, there was a woman with a white hat, who was paying Lingshi.

Jiang Yanlu glanced at it casually, and his eyes caught a glimpse of a small brown mole on her tiger's mouth, which was not too obvious.

After paying the spirit stone, she quickly put her hand back and hurriedly left with the pill bottle.

Jiang Yanlu retracted his gaze and frowned slightly.

Why does the woman's hand look so familiar?

But she didn't pay attention to the hands of the people around her on weekdays, and she couldn't remember who the owner of the hands was for a while.

She simply stopped thinking about it, followed the guys from the Zhengqi Pavilion, and went into the backyard to select spirit plants.

Following.

The Taixuan Sword Sect finally set the time for the annual sect assessment.

Just half a month later.

In this sect assessment, both inner and outer disciples have to participate, including several true monarch's personal disciples.

And the results of this assessment are related to the quota of the Demon Suppression Tower Fantasy Test in the near future.

If the assessment is not qualified, the sect will withdraw the quota for the Demon Town Tower Illusion Test.

This means that this group of disciples will not only have one less chance to experience than other disciples who have passed the assessment, but also have to accept the punishment of the sect.

If the results of the assessment are outrageously poor, the inner disciples will be kicked out of the outer gate.

Yes, from the moment the assessment time was announced, the Taixuan Sword Sect jumped up.

Especially when I saw the many assessment contents, I felt that a thunderbolt was on my head.

"Ten sets of swordsmanship will be randomly selected and all swordsmanship will be practiced on the spot?!"

"I've only mastered a total of five sets of swordsmanship, and can I create the other five sets temporarily?"

"Elder Yin Zheng's Sect History Course takes two days?! He didn't give us any important points! What to test? ”

"The General Rules of the Taixuan Sword Sect (Thirty-second Edition) is silently written from the first article to the thousandth article? Is Elder Yin Zheng crazy or am I crazy? ”

"Shark me, I've only memorized the thirtieth."

“…… What did I say when I just memorized the third article? ”

(End of chapter)