Hearing Gao Tianbao's question, Wu Lu and Shibata Mori knew that not everyone knew about Wanfayi.

Hu Xiaoling was silent for a moment and then said: "The specific details are not very clear, but you only need to know one thing, Pei Shangxian requires you to cultivate to the fourth level of the Qi cultivation period within three years, it must be because you will fight with other monks, and the truth of the cultivation realm is that the weak eat the strong, haven't you understood yet?"

Gao Tianbao smiled and said no more.

"Okay, now let's talk about how to distribute magic weapons, for the sake of fairness, the teacher decided to draw lots. Hu Xiaoling said and took out a bamboo tube from the wide robe, which contained eleven bamboo sticks.

"Two of the eleven bamboo sticks are painted red at the tip, and as long as you draw out the colorless one, you can get a flying sword magic weapon. ”

Some of the relatives and disciples looked at each other.

"It's that simple, master, you must know that we all have divine sense, isn't it easy to know which bamboo sticks in the bamboo tube are red?" asked Wan Yan Long'er.

"You can try ......," Hu Xiaoling sneered.

Wan Yan Long'er stepped forward unconvinced, leaned out her divine sense and walked towards the bamboo tube, but it was difficult for her divine sense to penetrate a point as soon as she touched the mouth of the tube, and she tried it many times and it was still like this.

"Okay! This bamboo tube has been covered by my divine sense, how can your fourth-layer divine consciousness in the Qi cultivation period be compared to my ninth-layer divine consciousness in the qi cultivation period?" Hu Xiaoling said sarcastically.

Wanyan Long'er retreated with a pale face, and felt even more embarrassed in front of all the junior brothers and sisters.

"Come over and draw lots one by one!" Seeing that no one questioned it anymore, Hu Xiaoling raised the bamboo tube and asked the disciples to take out a bamboo stick each, and the eleven ones were quickly drawn.

Most of the disciples cheered as they all drew colorless lots.

However, Wu Lu and Wan Yan Long'er stared at the red sticks in their hands with ugly faces, and the two of them couldn't get the magic weapon.

"Master!" Wan Yan Long'er exclaimed unwillingly, she felt that Hu Xiaoling didn't take care of her. When she drew the red lot just now, she didn't even give it a look, is she still her favorite apprentice?

And Wu Lu is not a big deal, if he doesn't draw it, he won't draw it, what's the big deal, after all, he has a fire spirit ring on his body now, and where else can he see the upper and lower grade magic weapons. I don't know what level of magic weapon this fire spirit ring is.

Hu Xiaoling ignored Yan Long'er's dissatisfaction, and began to distribute flying swords to the disciples who drew colorless lots.

Wanyan Long'er shifted the object of venting her anger to Wu Lu, and scolded angrily: "It's all you bastard!" After speaking, he walked out of the fox fairy cave without looking back.

Wu Lu was inexplicable, and felt that Yan Long'er was definitely having a brain problem.

Li Shanxuan was a small man, but he walked towards Wu Lu with a flying sword more than three feet long, and said a little playfully: "Brother Wu, you don't have a flying sword, you can borrow it from me!"

When Wu Lu heard this, he would be polite, so he directly took Li Shanxuan's flying sword, looked at it carefully, and said, "This is what you said, borrow it from me for a few months first!"

Li Shanxuan's flying sword was taken away by Wu Lu, and he was not angry, but still followed behind Wu Lu with a smile.

"You can't even lie to children's things, and you're not ashamed!" Zhou Luowei began to step forward to fight, and after Gao Tianbao got the flying sword, he shouted to go out and find an open place to try if he could fly with the sword.

"What is a lie! Li Shanxuan is still young, and she is a female doll, such a sharp flying sword let her carry it on her body, what if she cuts her skin?" Wu Lu was extremely thick-skinned, and he was not excited by Zhou Luowei's words at all, so he took Li Shanxuan's hand and went to test the flying sword with Gao Tianbao.

Zhou Luowei sighed, tied the flying sword to her back, and followed the three of them.

Leaving the Fox Fairy Cave, a hundred and ten zhang to the east is a wide gentle slope, where you don't have to worry about colliding with those towering trees.

Gao Tianbao ran in the front, pulled out the flying sword as soon as he arrived in the open space, and carefully observed the somewhat rough sword body with an eager face, and after observing for a while, he was disappointed, only to feel that this flying sword looked really rough cast, if it wasn't for the artifacts of the cultivators, it was estimated that even ordinary blacksmith shops could make it better than this.

But who let it be Pei Shangxian who forged the flying sword, even if he was dissatisfied, he didn't dare to say it.

Gao Tianbao lost the scabbard, held the flying sword in both hands, and silently recited the exorcism method contained in the basic exercises in his heart. As soon as he finished reading it, he only felt that the mana in the dantian was heading towards the flying sword along the meridians of his whole body. As soon as he had the idea of flying, the flying sword dragged him a little higher than the ground, and then fell heavily to the ground.

When he stood up, his nose and face were already blue and swollen, and he was complaining bitterly.

Gao Tianbao's tragic appearance made Zhou Luowei and others laugh. Fortunately, with his previous experience, Zhou Luowei and the others were cautious when they recited the exorcism technique.

Wu Lu did not hold the flying sword in his hand, but placed it flat on the ground with the scabbard attached.

After sitting down, he held the sword technique in his hand and began to mobilize the mana of the first layer of the Qi cultivation period in his body, and then guided it to the flying sword with his mind. Hearing the sound of the sword body trembling, the flying sword immediately flew out of the scabbard and began to fly around Wu Lu's body.

"Gao Tianbao, look! This is the real method of flying swords!" Zhou Luowei saw that Wu Lu easily controlled the take-off sword, and hurriedly called Gao Tianbao, who was raising his sword to slash, and began to recite the exorcism method in the same way.

How did they know that Wu Lu was because they had seen Pei Lingyun's exorcism many times, and they had already figured out some tricks since they cultivated. In the final analysis, driving the flying sword is to use the mind to guide the mana within the scope of divine consciousness. The wider the scope of the divine sense, the greater the range of the sword to ward off the enemy. And with Wu Lu's current divine consciousness strength, he can only control the flying sword within the range of Zhangxu, and if he exceeds the range, his mind will not be able to supply mana to the flying sword.

In less than half an hour of summoning the flying sword, Wu Lu exhausted the small half of the mana in the dantian. He was about to collect the sword trick when he heard the sound of the air being cut in his ears.

Turning his head, he saw a flying sword less than an inch from the tip of his nose. The sharp sword was straight at the tip of Wu Lu's nose.

In the distance, only a burst of applause was heard.

It turned out that after Zoro got the flying sword, he hurriedly offered his courtesy to Wan Yan Long'er and handed the flying sword to Wan Yan Long'er to drive. With Yan Long'er's current Qi cultivation period, the strength of the fourth layer of divine consciousness can already drive a flying sword within a radius of ten zhang.

When she saw Wu Lu who was selling the art of expelling things, she was angry, and immediately gave Wu Lu a dismount.

"You should be glad that my cultivation is much higher than yours, otherwise it wouldn't be so easy to retract your sword, so that you can still be so unscathed. Wan Yan Long'er put away the flying sword a little proudly, and said sarcastically to Wu Lu.

Wu Lu knew that some women really couldn't be provoked, and he didn't get angry, but shouted loudly without shame: "Thank you Senior Sister Wanyan for your mercy." ”

Wan Yan Long'er turned back arrogantly, and ignored Wu Lu and the others.

......

And Wan Fayi, who was tens of thousands of miles away, also finished distributing magic weapons.

Thirty-eight pieces of various styles of magic artifacts were distributed to all disciples and some disciples of the second level of Qi cultivation according to their ratings.

Sakuragi Chiba was given special care by Wanfayi, and according to his spiritual root attributes and exercises, he specially chose a bow and arrow for him. This kind of bow and arrow style magic weapon is to use the thousand-year-old iron pear wood as the bow arm, with the tendon of the demon beast as the bowstring, and the arrows, arrow shafts and arrow feathers of the thirteen arrows are also made of heaven and earth treasures with soul-devouring treasures, which are absolutely excellent works of medium-grade magic weapons. It's just that because it's a mortal weapon style, it's definitely difficult to get into the Hall of Elegance in the cultivation realm, but in this dojo star, where do you need to think about so much.

Kamashima Jiro and Saburo Kamashima, who were of the thunder attribute spirit root, got a pair of hammers, and with their thunder control skills, they were just able to rely on this pair of magic weapons to use thunder attribute exercises such as the thunder control technique. As for Cui Qi, he obtained a giant sword, a medium-grade magic weapon, and a flying magic weapon.

All the middle-grade magic weapons were distributed to the disciples, and the lower-grade magic weapons were distributed to the disciples with lower cultivation levels and the disciples at the second level of the Qi cultivation period. The remaining four disciples who were injured in the first level of Qi cultivation were unfortunately not getting anything.

Although they didn't dare to express any dissatisfaction to Wan Fayi, the eyes of these four people clearly revealed unwillingness and resentment.

Wan Fayi looked at the four of them and said lightly: "Don't be unconvinced, the cultivation realm is the weak, there are two types of people who are destined to be difficult to survive." The first category is people with poor qualifications and poor cultivation, and you belong to this type of people. ”

One of the disciples boldly said, "Our poor cultivation is because we have only just followed Grand Master Jiawei, and I believe that as long as we work hard to cultivate, we will definitely be able to improve our cultivation quickly." ”

Wan Fayi stretched out a hand, shook his head and said with a bitter smile: "I haven't said another kind of people yet, unfortunately, the cultivation realm is full of malice towards people with bad luck. ”

After speaking, a huge fireball popped out of Wan Fayi's palm, shot away, and covered the four people in an instant, and as soon as the miserable screams sounded, the bodies of the four people turned into ashes and went away with the wind.

The disciples who were still overjoyed just now because they got the magic weapon were instantly silent, they didn't expect that they would escape death just because they were given the magic weapon. Many disciples who have relatively poor cultivation have begun to rejoice in their hearts, fortunately, their cultivation is not the worst, otherwise they may have just been burned to death.

Wan Fa turned his head and continued to the disciples with a look of fear on their faces: "What I just said to them is actually what I said to you, the cultivation realm really does not welcome people with poor cultivation and poor qualifications, especially people with bad luck. ”

Wu Lu and Wan Yan Long'er, who were tens of thousands of miles away, sneezed together.

"Besides, they haven't even been given a magic weapon, and it will inevitably drag you down next. Since so many disciples have died, they don't care about four more deaths. You've all already obtained magic weapons, so those formations won't be used, and if you die, you'll die, it's not a big deal. ”

Wan Fayi's next words also relieved the rest of the disciples, yes, they all got the magic weapons, but those four people didn't get them, isn't it just dragging everyone back, but when they die, they are a hundred, and everyone can move forward lightly.

At this time, the surrounding Mayan natives still bowed to the ground, sincerely seeking to pray in the indigenous language, praying for their protection, and in their eyes, Wanfayi became a god.

In particular, the old priest with the gorgeous feathers on his head told the tribesmen loudly in the indigenous dialect that they were the real gods, and that the Franc machine people wearing iron armor and riding horses were false gods.

Wan Fayi was a little curious, what kind of true gods and false gods, could it be that these natives have seen the cultivators and regarded the cultivators as gods. So I asked in the indigenous language.

From this priest old man, I learned that there was once a powerful empire called Aztec in this vicinity, but it was destroyed a few decades ago, and the culprits were those white-skinned people wearing iron armor and riding horses, which was called the Franco-machine people in the Ming Dynasty. And the Aztecs once had an old legend, that is, many, many years ago, when the Aztecs were still living on the island, there were some white-skinned and white-bearded gods who flew from the sea to teach the Aztecs all kinds of knowledge and crafts, helped build agricultural irrigation systems, and helped build majestic temples. These great and benevolent gods later flew back to the sea, but promised that they would return. The Aztecs waited and waited for hundreds of years, but they never waited for the return of these white gods. Gradually, this became an oral myth among the Aztecs, but it was with the help of the gods that the Aztecs gradually became the most powerful empire in the Maya region after hundreds of years of development and migration.

And just a few decades ago, some white-skinned people came here by boat. The Aztecs were overjoyed, believing that the legendary white god had returned, and welcomed them to the holy land of Tenochtitlan. And the sacred land of the Aztecs was a magnificent city on a lake, and these white-skinned people enjoyed the warm hospitality of the Aztecs.

However, I didn't expect that these white-skinned people were not the white gods of Aztec legends at all, they were villains dressed in white human skins, they kidnapped the Aztec king, and greedily demanded gold and treasures from the Aztecs. Killed all the chiefs who attended the welcoming ceremony and slaughtered innocents in the Holy Land, sparking a revolt of the Aztecs. But in the end, the Aztec Empire was destroyed by the white-skinned people in the hearts of these demons.

Wan Fayi was not interested in this kind of ruin of the country, he just figured out something from the chatter of various gods and goddesses of the priests, that is, the white gods in the legend of the Aztecs were probably those cultivators who left words on the stone tablet. As for the island in the lake, the holy land of Tenochtitlan, it aroused Wan Fayi's curiosity, and he really didn't understand why these natives would build their city on the lake. So I asked a lot about the holy land of Tenochtitlan.

It was learned from the old priest that there was a vast ruin near Tenochtitlan known as the City of the Gods.

After thinking carefully for a while, Wan Fayi had a rough grasp of the specific location of Langya's old land, and was about to beckon the disciples to leave, but saw a group of natives grabbing a Buddha Langji man and coming to them.

This Franco-man was a missionary who came to this barbarian land to spread the gospel of God. The soldiers who followed the escort were ready to go to the next tribal chief to recite the Bible. Unexpectedly, the soldiers who had been treated as gods were actually killed by a group of people who did not know their origins, and then there was a shocking vision beyond imagination. He hid in the wagon and shivered, clutching the cross while praying to God that God would cast all these heretics into hell.

The natives, who were no longer afraid of the white skins, snatched him out of the horse team and handed him over to Wanfa and other true gods in their eyes.

Looking at this Franco, Wan Fayi suddenly changed his mind, he thought about it and decided to find a place to settle down nearby first, and learn more things from this white skin.