Yan Xuan took Ye Qin, Shen Bao, and two other Tsing Yi disciples to a small camp tent in the Qingdanmen camp to make final preparations. She is not very old, about ten ** years old, about a year younger than Ye Qin, and she has the arrogance and coquettishness of the high-level disciples of the sect, and she almost doesn't look at the four Tsing Yi disciples.

However, she did things without ambiguity, quite neatly, and directly asked the four of them to take out their weapons, equipment and various items they carried, and let her check them, and they knew each other's strength. The success or failure of this cave exploration mission is related to the belonging of Tsukidan, and it has a great impact on her, so she dare not be sloppy.

Yan Xuan stared at Shen Bao.

Since Shen Bao was named by Yan Xuan and rushed to the front, he had a sad face and was listless. "Well, Senior Sister Yan, this is all my belongings. A low-grade spirit knife, a demon rope, five lower-grade spirit stones, and a small stack of rune paper. The others are gone. He took out the contents of his storage bag and lit it up, then quickly stuffed it back.

Yan Xuan didn't care, and turned her head to look at the other two Tsing Yi disciples.

The two Tsing Yi disciples were quite silent from beginning to end. They introduced it themselves.

One of them is named Zhang Yunzi, a young man in his thirties who is about thirty years old at the eighth level of the Qi refining period. The words are very polite, quite respectful and cautious, and do not show their edge.

The other person's surname is Kong, the ninth layer of the Qi refining period, he is a thin old man in his fifties, his hair is gray, and he didn't say what his name is. Yan Xuan asked a question, and he replied only in the first half of the sentence, which made people very unhappy.

Yan Xuan asked a few words, but she didn't have the patience to pay attention to it.

However, with these simple interrogations, everyone still understood why this old man Kong wanted to participate in this bloody and cruel cave trial.

Disciples of the Qingdanmen usually do not stay in the sect all the time, and if they do not have any hope of building a foundation before the age of sixty, and do not hold any deacon positions in the sect, they are usually sent away and leave the sect.

Old man Kong is now fifty**, he has been in the sect for twenty or thirty years, and he has no status, and he belongs to the object that will definitely be swept out. This trial in the Wankuling Cave can be said to be his last chance.

If you really can't get the Tsukidan, then you can only go to other countries to find a place to take root, open up branches for the Qingdan Gate, and expand the bloodline inheritance. This kind of disciple who goes out from the Qingdanmen, if the descendants of the future generations often get a little bit of the true inheritance of the Qingdanmen, it is easy to join the sect again.

The two of them were very well prepared, and each of them brought three or four low-level and middle-level spiritual weapons. A small stack of rune paper and more than ten spirit stones are even more essential. A high-level monk like them, who has been mixed in the sect for a long time, has a few good mid-level or above spiritual weapons, that is normal, and it is strange that there is no one.

Ye Qin was the last person to take out the items.

He thought about it for a moment and took out a mid-level spiritual weapon flame knife and a pair of mid-level defensive spiritual weapon stainless steel shields. Although these two items were snatched from Zhao Qiankun, they are all street stall goods, and there are many people who use them, and no one will doubt their origins. In addition, there are more than ten low-level rune papers, and seven or eight low-grade spirit stones.

Ye Qin estimated that he would definitely take out this item and use it after entering the cave, there was no need to hide it, it was basically consistent with his current strength.

As for the Flame Thorn Seed, Frost Thorn Seed, the low-level magic weapon Xuanyin Sword, the high-level spirit weapon Bat King Wing, and the Flame Fruit Wine, Ye Qin didn't take out these items, this was his killer weapon at the bottom of the box, just in case.

It really allows him to save his life in the cave trial, and he still depends on these things.

Moreover, Ye Qin is sure that Shen Bao, Zhang Yunzi, and Old Man Kong must have kept their own personal interests and will not show their real killer features.

As for Yan Xuan, she had no intention of taking out her things to show them to the four Tsing Yi disciples. She is the captain, she just needs to know it in her heart, and a few Tsing Yi disciples who are cannon fodder don't need to know so much.

Soon, the morning passed, and the members of the various teams got to know each other and were ready.

At noon, Wu Zhangmen and several other uncles and uncles in the foundation building period came out of the camp tent and gathered the first batch of seven teams that set off to Wankuling to participate in the cave trial, as well as the white-gauzed masked girl, a total of more than 40 disciples.

The first trial was personally led by Wu Zhangmen and others.

Wu Ruiyang patted the storage bag on his waist, and a magic weapon only the size of a palm flew out of it, which was a small fan, floating in mid-air.

"Up-!"

Master Wu pointed a small fan of his fingers, waved it from afar, and shouted loudly.

The small fan the size of a palm flew towards the sky, rising wildly in the wind. In an instant, it swelled to a radius of ten zhang, swirling in the sky, covering a large shadow, and a gust of wind blew.

I don't know what material the giant fan is made of, pure white as jade, brilliant. On the fan surface, a lot of pattern charms are drawn, the clouds are filled, rolling and flowing, these clouds and mist suddenly transform into green mountains and beautiful waters, and in the blink of an eye, they transform into flying rare birds, galloping spirit beasts, tearing and fighting each other, and finally form a whirlpool, disappearing, all these changes, deeply attract the eyes of all the watchers, as if the painting is a fairyland, people can't help but want to take a peek.

The hundreds of Tsing Yi disciples gathered nearby were dumbfounded. Many blue-clothed disciples who knew the treasure exclaimed in a low voice, "Fengyun Flowing Colored Fan, high-level magic weapon!" "That is the most powerful magic weapon in the master's house!"

"Come up, follow me to Wankuling!"

I don't know when, Master Wu has already stood on the tip of the giant fan in the wind, his white clothes fluttering, indescribably proud and unearthly. He shouted coldly to the disciples on the ground, waking up the disciples in Tsing Yi who were shocked on the spot.

All the disciples who participated in the trial flew up and jumped onto the wind and cloud fan.

Ye Qin's eyes were gradually attracted into the whirlpool of the wind and clouds, and he suddenly subconsciously bit his lip fiercely, biting out a few drops of blood, and then suddenly woke up, but he had already broken out in a cold sweat.

The power of this magic weapon is too great, and when I saw it for the first time, I was shocked and unconsciously attracted to it.

Ye Qin didn't dare to look at it anymore, and thought to himself, "If you use the Xuanyin Sword and instill mana with all your strength, you can only grow to more than one foot at most, and only two feet at most." Compared with Master Wu's skills, I don't know how many times worse. ”

Under normal circumstances, the size of the ritual weapon itself is a symbol of power. The larger the magic weapon, the more materials are consumed, and the more mana is consumed when using it, and the more terrifying the power it exerts.

With such a giant fan magic weapon more than ten zhang long, it is estimated that he can slap him, a ninth-level monk in the Qi refining period, into meat sauce.

Ye Qin was shocked, and for the first time felt the horror of the foundation building period monks.

He gradually understood a little why so many immortal cultivators in Xianyuan City wanted to go crazy and go to the Lingwu Grand Canyon at the cost of their lives, and they also had to find a way to join the Immortal Cultivation Sect. It's not just for Shouyuan, but also for that kind of strength that is so strong that it's awesome. Any monk in the foundation building period, in Xianyuan City, is an extremely awe-inspiring monk.

Ye Qin fell into hard thought in an instant.

Since he joined the Qingdanmen, he has devoted himself to cultivation, just wanting to increase his longevity and live longer, and he doesn't want to die after only living to be over eighty years old. And participating in this cave trial is to break through the bottleneck of foundation building as soon as possible, and I don't want to practice to the ninth layer of "Sitting and Forgetting Sutra" by myself, and when I encounter a bottleneck in the exercises, I will die in a daze.

The other aspects, wealth, power, women, he almost never thought about it.

His ** has always been small, and it's simple - to be alive.

It was for this small ** that he wandered from the poor countryside to Zhuqi County for a bite of food and joined the medicine collection hall of the Medicine King Gang. In order to live for a long time, he traveled thousands of miles from the martial country to Xianyuan City. From Xianyuan City again, I arrived at this Qingdan Gate.

Unconsciously, he was already a ninth-level monk in the Qi Refining Period. This cultivation, in Xianyuan City and various countries, is enough to be called a top immortal cultivator. But in Qingdanmen, in the Lingwu Mountain Range, it is still an ant that can be manipulated by others. If you pinch it, you will die, and you won't even have a chance to resist.

But such a small ** may be shattered at any time. If the high-level of the sect wants him to be cannon fodder, he has to be this cannon fodder. Now it seems too extravagant for him to think about wealth, power, and women.

"To live, no one will have the opportunity to control their own life. ”

Ye Qin's eyes were slightly red, bloodshot, his whole body trembled slightly, staring at the giant fan in mid-air that was more than ten zhang long, and secretly swore in his heart. He knew that to do that, it was very, very hard. In the world of cultivating immortals, only high-level monks are qualified to indulge their own surnames and dominate the surnames of low-level monks. The rest of them are all ordinary people, who live in the shadow of high-ranking monks all their lives.

But no matter how hard it was, he had to do it. After all, he only has such a small life, and he cherishes this little life very much, and he can't let others toss it around. For this little **, he needs stronger strength.

Then, Ye Qin followed the disciples in Tsing Yi and flew up and jumped onto the giant fan.

The other disciples saw that his eyes were red, but they thought he was too excited and had no other thoughts.

Wu Zhangmen carried more than ten blue-clothed and Tsing-Yi disciples, and flew away from the Qingdanmen camp in the lead.

Subsequently, several deputy sect masters and elders showed their magic weapons one after another. or magic swords, or magic swords, or magic staffs, turned into several zhang giant magic weapons, carrying the remaining dozens of blue-clothed and green-clothed disciples to Wankuling.

The camp of Qingdanmen is not far from Wankuling, about 100 miles. In order to prevent the sudden outbreak of demon beast frenzy in Wankuling like thousands of years ago, and wash away the camp of Qingdanmen, the camp and Wankuling kept such a safe distance, just in case.

(To be continued)