Xuan took Ye Qin, Shen Bao, and two other Tsing Yi disciples to a small camp tent in the 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 not have any ambiguity in doing things, and it was quite good to directly ask the four of them to take out their weapons, equipment and various items they carried with them, 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 stared at Shen Bao.

Since Shen Bao was named by Yan Xuan and rushed to the front, he has been crying with a sad face, Senior Sister Yan, this is my family's 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 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 the beginning to the end. They introduced it themselves.

One of them is called Yun Zi, a young man in his thirties who is about the eighth layer 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 who is more than a year old, his head is gray, and he doesn'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 couldn't bear to pay attention to it.

But. This is simply a few sentences of cross-examination. The crowd still understood why this old man Kong wanted to participate in this bloody and cruel cave trial.

Qingdan Sect disciples are usually not in the sect all the time. If there is no hope of building a base before the age of sixty. And he didn't hold any deacon position in the sect. Then it is usually beaten away. Leave the division.

Old man Kong is now fifty**. He stayed in the sect for twenty or thirty years. I have always had no status. It is a subject that is sure to be swept out of the door. This Wankuling Cave Trial. It can be said that it is his last chance.

The fruit is not available in the Tsukidan dialect. Then you can only go to other countries to find a place to put down roots. For the Qingdanmen to open the branches. Expand the bloodline and pass it on. This kind of disciple who went out from the Qingdan Gate. If the descendants often get a little bit of Qingdanmen's true inheritance. It's easy to rejoin the school.

Both of them are very prepared. Each of them brought three or four low-level and middle-level spiritual weapons. A small stack of ground rune paper and more than ten spirit stones are even more essential. High-ranking monks like them who have been in the sect for a long time. There are a few good mid-level and above-level spiritual weapons. That's normal. It's weird that there isn't.

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 were both street stall goods, and there were many people who used them, and no one would 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 depends on these things to really save his life in the cave trial.

Moreover, Ye Qin is sure that Shen Bao, Zhang Yunzi, and Old Man Kong must also have kept their 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 to go to Wankuling to participate in the cave trial, as well as the white-gauze masked girl, a total of more than 40 disciples.

Lian was personally led by Wu Zhangmen and others.

Wu Ruiyang patted the storage bag on his waist, and a slap ** device flew out of it, which was a small fan, floating in mid-air.

"Up-!"

The head of the door pointed a small fan, waved it from afar, and shouted loudly.

The big fan 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 of the earth, 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 full of mist, 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 animals, tearing each other

Eventually, a whirlpool was formed, disappearing, and all these changes attracted all the gaze, as if it were a fairyland, and people couldn't help but want to see it.

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!"

"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, and the pride and dust that can't float out of the white float. 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 gaze gradually attracted into the whirlpool of the wind and cloud fan, 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 at first glance, I was shocked, and I was unconsciously attracted to my mind.

Ye Qin didn't dare to do it anymore, and thought secretly in his heart, "Under the infusion of mana by using the Yin Sword Power by yourself, it can only grow to more than one foot at most, and at most two feet." Compared with Master Wu's skills, I don't know how many times worse. ”

Under normal circumstances, the large body of the ritual weapon is a symbol of power. The larger the magic weapon, the more materials are consumed, and the more mana is consumed when used, and the more terrifying the power it wields.

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

Ye Qin was shocked, and for the first time, he felt that the foundation period monk was terrifying.

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

Qin fell into deep thought in an instant.

Since he joined the Qingdanmen, he has devoted himself to cultivation, just wanting to increase his longevity and live a long time, and he doesn't want to die after only living in his eighties. 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 very simple - to live.

It was precisely for this that he could no longer **, so he wandered from the poor countryside to Xiuxian County for a bite of food, and joined the medicine collection hall of the Yaowang Gang. In order to live a long time, he traveled all the way 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-notch 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 ** 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 is not to give anyone the opportunity to control their own lives. ”

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 manipulate their own lives and dominate the lives 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 **, he needs strength.

With that, 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.

Qingdanmen ~ Yingzhai is not far from Wankuling, about 100 miles. In order to prevent Wankuling from suddenly exploding into a demon beast frenzy and destroying the camp of Qingdanmen like thousands of years ago, the camp and Wankuling kept such a safe distance, just in case.

It's almost the end of the month, ask for a monthly pass~~~!!