The huge Qingyunfeng Square has a quiet atmosphere.

Outside the side hall of the Law Enforcement Hall, there were more than fifty inner disciples standing in the dark, waiting for the teleportation.

Dou Changsheng stood outside the crowd, calmly looking at the young faces in front of him, not knowing what he was thinking. Next to him stood Bai Yuqi, who had cultivated in the early stage of foundation building, with long and narrow eyes, as if intentionally or unintentionally aimed at the direction where Zhang Ran was.

For half an hour, the team had not moved, and the disciples looked at Dou Changsheng suspiciously. Dou Changsheng seemed to feel something, coughed lightly, and signaled everyone to be restless.

The wind was blowing, and a tall old man stepped on the flying sword in mid-air, looking majestically at the disciples below. Dou Changsheng and Bai Yuqi hurriedly threw their hands into the air: "The junior meets Uncle Yan, and with Uncle Yan sitting in Qingyun City, I will have no worries." ”

There was a slight commotion in the crowd, and the Law Enforcement Hall Yan Daoji Ancestor also went with the crowd, and the faces of the disciples lit up for a while, as if they felt that their safety had been guaranteed a lot.

Zhang Ran stood silently in the crowd, following everyone's gaze, looking at the old man suspended in the air. When will he be able to step on the sword and get rid of the shackles of this heaven and earth. As soon as I thought of this, my heart suddenly rippled, and my eyes also revealed infinite yearning. He looked at the excitement of the disciples around him, and pinned his hopes on others.

In the sky above the square, Yan Daoji's loud voice sounded: "Go to Fushan, I hope that all the disciples will work together to not lose the prestige of the sect, and the sect will also be rewarded." If you cower and kill your fellow disciples, you will not be afraid of the flying sword of the Law Enforcement Hall. ”

"Yes. There was a roar, and the blood of all the disciples boiled.

"Let's go. Yan Daoji waved his hand. The teleportation array was suddenly colorful and dazzling.

Shushanfang City has been restored, and the teleportation array is a key protection object, and two foundation building monks have been sent to the gate to guard against it. One of them turned out to be Elder Hou Li of the outer gate. The team did not stop and passed directly to Qingyun City.

The usually clean Foreign Affairs Hall suddenly poured in so many people, which shocked the deacon Tan Dun of the Foreign Affairs Hall. Although I have received the transmission from the sect and made certain arrangements, I didn't expect that there would be so many people, and it would be really difficult to arrange for a while. Fortunately, with Dou Changsheng's help, the disciples of the brigade were divided into two places to rest. Zhang Ran was in Dou Changsheng's team.

When Dou Changsheng saw Zhang Ran, he was quite shocked. This kid has only been in the sect for two years, and his cultivation is already in the middle stage of accepting qi. Fortunately, it's not the realm of taking pills indiscriminately. He Dou Changsheng has always been interested in relying on pills to improve his cultivation, and seeing that his spiritual power is pure, it is very much in line with his own heart. Any disciple of the Jianfeng Qi Acceptance Period who takes the pill, once he verifies it, will be severely punished, unless there is a special circumstance such as breaking the realm. Hu Daolie's third disciple, who was sixty years old in the late stage of foundation building, who dared to offend his authority in cultivation, and lightly brushed the tiger's beard?

There was one thing he was puzzled about, how did this kid enter the Formation Fu Peak, didn't Jian Feng recruit him. When I go back, I have to ask what's going on, a good seedling didn't enter the blade, and it was ruined.

Zhang Ran saw Dou Changsheng looking at him with satisfaction, and immediately arched his hand and said, "The younger generation came to see Uncle Shi, thank you Uncle Shi for your support back then." ”

"You don't need to thank me, I also recruit disciples according to the rules of the sect, you are good. ”

Seeing that he was not disgusted, Zhang Ran asked tentatively: "The disciple wants to go to the Fang Market in the city to buy cultivation things, but I don't know if Uncle Shi can allow it." ”

Dou Changsheng sighed slightly: "This is okay, but you have to return on time and set off immediately tomorrow morning." ”

"Thank you, uncle, the disciple will not make a mistake. ”

Seeing that he agreed, Zhang Ran went out of the Foreign Affairs Hall and inquired about the location of Fang City.

He had two purposes, one was to get rid of the mess in the storage bag, and the other was to buy a defensive magic weapon. The purple light mask has no clue until now, and counting on it to protect the body, a few lives are not enough.

"Qingyun Dharma Pavilion" is majestic and tall, and the momentum is magnificent.

Its scale and reputation are unique in Qingyun City, with a complete variety of magic weapons, high quality and outstanding reputation. The magic weapons sold are specially hired by famous refining masters at a large price, and they are carefully refined, and no one has ever questioned the quality of the magic weapons.

Zhang Ran walked into the bottom floor of the attic, and there were really many people buying magic weapons inside.

Seeing that a newcomer came in, a clever female cultivator hurriedly came over to receive her: "Thank you for coming to the store, if you need anything, please instruct me to ensure that the guests are satisfied, my surname is Li." With that, guide Zhang Ran to the counter.

Zhang Ran said his request, and the female cultivator surnamed Li probed lightly. Seeing that his aura far surpassed his own, he tilted his head and thought for a while, took out a few jade boxes from the counter, and opened them one by one.

Tortoiseshell shield, a medium-priced defensive weapon. Looked away at the other one, the Cloud Light Shield, which was also a medium-priced defensive magic weapon. The three jade boxes below are also medium-priced defensive magic weapons. These magic weapons are radiant and beautiful. He shook his head, with his strong spiritual power, he was afraid that the mid-price magic weapon would not be enough.

The female cultivator surnamed Li was full of astonishment, and said, "Are you not satisfied, please ask the Taoist friend to speak clearly." ”

Zhang Ran said: "I don't know if your store has high-level defensive magic weapons or flying swords, if you don't have ......."

"There are a few of them, but for the price. ”

"The price is good, I wonder if you can let me see it. ”

"No problem. She turned and walked behind the counter and pulled out three jade boxes.

After opening, an inner armor, with yellow light and restrained, is not as dazzling as a medium-priced magic weapon. The second piece is an octagonal-shaped round shield, which is dark and dull, without a trace of luster. The third piece, Zhang Ran Yixi, is a flying sword. The shape is strange, and both ends are sword tips, which are all different from ordinary flying swords.

The nun said from the side that these three magic weapons were originally refined by a foundation building monk for his later disciples, and because of some changes, they were sent to the store for sale.

Zhang Ran happily delivered 11,000 spirit stones, and the remaining 5,000 spirit stones were offset by the contents of the storage bag, and the trip was successfully completed. If he hadn't made a lot of spirit stones in Shushanfang City, how could he have a high-priced magic weapon. The nun surnamed Li was also very happy, and she couldn't run away with a small amount of commission.

When he returned to the residence of the Foreign Affairs Hall, he saw that everyone was resting, so he hurriedly refined the three high-priced magic weapons that he had just arrived. In the end, it was a high-priced magic weapon, and it took half an hour to complete the refining. The golden inner armor was worn by him, and the octagonal shield and flying sword were placed in the storage bag. When everything stopped, Zhang Ran closed his eyes and meditated to recover his spiritual power.

The Fushan Spirit Mine is one of the largest spirit mines in the Ten Thousand Law Sect. After thousands of years of mining, the ore yield of spirit stones is extremely low, and even so, the sect is tightly held in their hands and regarded as rare. The situation of the other immortal cultivation sects in the Blue Desolation Realm was similar to that of the Ten Thousand Law Sects, and the shortage of spirit stones had tormented them for a long time. Especially high-priced spirit stones, it is rare to see. This also shows from the side that there are very few high-priced cultivators in the Qinghuang cultivation world, and each sect has only one early Yuan Infant Ancestor in charge. The lack of spiritual stones directly restricts the growth of monks. Zhang Ran didn't understand this until many years later.

For the sake of the continuation of the sect and the cultivation of its disciples, the Beast Control Sect did not hesitate to take risks and fight to the death with the Ten Thousand Law Sect. For these cultivators, the perception and pursuit of the Great Dao give way to survival.

If in a few thousand years, the spirit stone resources are exhausted, will they still be monks at that time?

By the time we arrived at Fushan, the situation had completely deteriorated and changed.

The mountain guarding array of the Fushan Spirit Mine has been captured by the monks of the Beast Control Sect.

This time, the Beast Control Sect dispatched a total of more than thirty Qi acceptance stage disciples, plus an elder surnamed Hua in the late stage of foundation building.

Dou Changsheng's face sank like water, and he shouted: "Kill!"

Countless spells and sword lights, like blooming fireworks, smashed overwhelmingly into the large array. The large array hastily built by the Beast Control Sect was quickly broken.

The disciples of the Beast Control Sect would not wait to be beaten, and they all jumped out of the big formation and attacked the formation of the disciples of the Ten Thousand Law Sect. Dozens of spirit beasts let out a terrifying roar and rushed towards the ranks of the disciples of the Ten Thousand Law Sect like crazy, and a few of them were about to knock down the disciples in front of them. A few timid disciples turned around and ran, and Bai Yuqi, who was supervising the battle behind, released a flying sword and was killed in a moment. Seeing that there was no way to retreat, the rest of the disciples turned around and rushed towards the ranks of the disciples of the Beast Control Sect. Man and beast, man and man, spell and flying sword, constantly fighting against each other.

The battlefield is completely chaotic, you have me, I have you, it is not at all like a battle between monks.

Zhang Ran tried his best to choose to be on the edge of the melee, so that he would not lose sight of one or the other. Those spirit beasts that pounced in front of them were killed by the purple butterfly at will. A scorching and cold breath spread. Zhang Ran did not take the initiative to seek the enemy, but only wandered within the appropriate range. If you can not expose your strength, try not to expose it. As long as it reached a distance of thirty zhang, the purple butterfly was like a demon harvesting life, and the chest, abdomen and neck of the disciples of the Beast Control Sect were pierced one after another. Frightened these disciples, as long as they saw this tall black-clothed youth, they immediately fled and did not confront him head-on.

Zhang Ran quickly judged the situation on the battlefield, after all, there were many people on his side, especially the threat of the flying sword of the elder behind, and he couldn't do it if he didn't want to.

There was a female disciple, I don't know if her spiritual power was exhausted or she was frightened to dementia, a white light only took her throat, and she didn't dodge. When Zhang Ran saw it, he didn't think about it, a phantom shadow of the Purple Shadow Sword blocked the white light, and the purple butterfly slashed off the other party's head between the lightning and the fire. He immediately took a Hui Ling Pill and guarded against the other party's sneak attack. As soon as his disciples encountered danger, he did not hesitate to take action.

The old man surnamed Hua of the Beast Control Sect saw that something was wrong, and there were seven or eight of the thirty disciples left. Hurriedly sent out a signal, and fled in the direction of the Beast Control Sect with the remaining disciples. Before leaving, he also glanced at Zhang Ran deeply. Dou Changsheng did not order to chase after him, his side suffered heavy casualties, and he was afraid that he would not be able to fight again.

A close-range encounter, with only two dozen disciples left. Dou Changsheng commanded the surviving people with an expressionless face, cleaned up the battlefield, and rearranged the mountain protection array.

The corpses were incinerated by the spiritual fire released, and the storage bags were picked up and stacked in one place. If in the past, when they saw so many storage bags, the disciples were afraid to cheer. Now, no one is looking at it more.

Some of the remaining disciples cried loudly, some fell to the ground and vomited, some were sad, and some were quietly in a daze. Former friends, an hour ago, were still laughing at each other, and those who were once not on good terms with themselves have passed away for a long time, and there is nothing to worry about. Immortal Dao, immortality, what a funny word, in the blink of an eye, they have all become vain clouds.

Zhang Ran didn't know what other disciples thought, the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood, he hadn't seen it. Perhaps, all this in front of him is the most real immortal cultivation world.

Since this path is your own choice, then there is nothing to regret, and you should be cautious and cautious to do brave and diligent things.