"The old man Zhong Wanhong is the head of the Taixu Sect, and I have gathered everyone here today for the competition meeting in three years!" a middle-aged purple-clothed monk led by him slowly spoke. The words were filled with the coercion of the cultivators of the Yudan period, which made the low-level disciples present a little breathless.

"Boss ......"

"Competition ......"

All the low-level disciples didn't know what to do, they thought that today was just distributing pills and spirit stones, who knew that the head of the Taixu Sect was coming, and they were saying some very exciting words. For these low-level disciples, any competitions and tasks are unrealistic, and the most practical ones are probably still pills and spirit stones.

"Today, the spirit stones and pills will be distributed in the same way, not only that, but you can also choose magic weapons or exercises!" Zhong Wanhong has been the head of the Taixu Sect for more than a hundred years, and he knows what the low-level disciples below are thinking, so he directly went straight to the ground: "In order for the Taixu Sect to develop as soon as possible, the old man and the extremely elder decided to hold a competition in three years, and the winner can get rich rewards and resources, and directly become the elite disciple of the sect. So today, the old man will give you some things you need to practice, you can choose what you need, no one chooses two, elixir spirit stone or magic weapon exercises, choose two of the four, and then concentrate on practice, and participate in the competition after three years~!"

The low-level disciples listened to it, and they couldn't hide the excitement in their hearts. Such a good thing has never happened in other sects in the Fire Cloud Country. Zhong Wanhong said that the cultivation resources for three years must be a lot.

"Then let's start, the foundation building period will be distributed by Senior Zhou and nephew, and the Qi training period will be distributed by Fan Senior Nephew!" Zhong Wanhong said, and flew away with a purple-clothed young monk, leaving only a white-haired purple-clothed old man.

This old man is the ancestor of that Fan Jian's family, and he stayed here to supervise.

Next, a group of low-level disciples were like carps crossing the river, and they stepped forward one after another to receive what they needed. As for the disciples in the foundation building period, there are monks surnamed Zhou in the early stage of foundation building who receive them elsewhere.

Yan Wushuang lined up in the line, and seeing the disciples in front of him elated, there was a trace of worry in his heart. Others can get what they need, but they can't get it from Fan Jian.

Even if he received the pill and spirit stone, there would be nothing left, and they would all be obediently handed over to Fan Jian.

What to do?

"Next, Yan Wushuang!" Just as he was thinking, Fan Jian's disgusting voice sounded.

Yan Wushuang stepped forward eating, and saw Fan Jian's strange face, looking at himself with deep meaning on his face, which made him numb for a while.

"Senior Brother Yan, do you want the elixir spirit stone, or what?" Fan Jian patted the jade-colored vial in front of him, and when he said the word "what", he specially strengthened his tone.

Yan Wushuang frowned, Fan Jian's intentions, he couldn't be clearer. It's just that this time is different, according to Zhong Wanhong, the resources distributed this time are extremely rich, maybe after they are used for cultivation, they can be upgraded to a higher level.

Saying anything can not be cheap Fan Jian for nothing, Yan Wushuang didn't know why, and his heart began to be filled with resistance.

"Senior Brother Hui, I want exercises and magic weapons!" Yan Wushuang thought very clearly, if he wanted pills and spirit stones, he would definitely be cheaper than Fan Jian.

The exercises and the magic weapons are different, although the magic weapons cannot recognize the master, but if they receive the magic weapons and practice them, Fan Jian can't snatch them openly, after all, the person who holds the magic weapon is immortal, even if he grabs the magic weapon, he can't use it as he wants. No matter how bold Fan Jian was, he didn't dare to kill people and seize treasures in the Taixu Gate. And the exercises are even easier to say, firstly, if they can be taken out and distributed publicly, they will not be powerful exercises, and Fan Jian will not look down on them at all; second, even if they like it, before Fan Jian blackmails himself, just copy a copy and keep it.

"Oh, Senior Brother Yan, you have to think clearly, with your cultivation, the exercises and magic weapons are not very useful, so you should still receive the pills and spirit stones!" Fan Jian didn't expect Yan Wushuang to make a mistake this time, so he opened his mouth to remind.

"Thank you Senior Brother Fan for your kindness, Senior Brother has dull qualifications, so you don't have to waste spirit stones and pills. Yan Wushuang affirmed.

When Fan Jian heard this, his face suddenly became gloomy, and he wanted to strangle Yan Wushuang to death immediately. But the purple-clothed old man was present again, and there were so many low-level disciples watching, he was not easy to attack.

Fan Jian's mind was running rapidly, and suddenly, he smiled sinisterly, as if he remembered something.

After rummaging in the storage bag for a while, Fan Jian took out an artifact that seemed to be a ding, the utensils were square, and there was a sheep's head in each of the four directions, but the color of the sheep's head was different.

"No, junior brother, look, senior brother, I have selected a very good magic weapon for you, which is enough for you to use for self-defense!"

Yan Wushuang took the strange artifact, only to feel that the aura on it was very weak, if he didn't pay attention, he could hardly detect that there was still a trace of aura on it.

"Senior brother, this thing doesn't seem to have any aura, it doesn't look like a powerful magic weapon, can you change it?" Yan Wushuang knew that Fan Jian was making things difficult for himself, and he couldn't attack now anyway, so he raised his guts.

The old man in purple in the distance saw all this, but did not speak. Although he felt that Fan Jian had gone too far, after all, he was a descendant of his own family, so he turned a blind eye.

"No, this thing has been stored in the Taixu Gate for tens of thousands of years, and it is definitely a first-class powerful magic weapon!" Fan Jian said as he showed an expression of wanting to eat people.

Yan Wushuang pinched the utensils tightly, and it was not good to have another attack, so he had to swallow his anger.

"There are also exercises, I am the Five Spirit Root, just give one at will!" Yan Wushuang thought that he gave himself a mainland product, and the exercises must not be faked.

"Yo yo, tsk, junior brother, look at my memory. This exercise has already been collected by the previous junior disciples, or do you want some pills?" Fan Jian said shamelessly.

Yan Wushuang was furious at this moment, and he didn't say anything more, just stared at Fan Jian viciously.

"Hmph, junior brother, don't look at me like this! It's not my fault that the exercises are gone, and besides, it's useless for you to take the exercises. Otherwise, the senior brother will give you a beast egg, which will be regarded as compensation. This beast egg is a good thing, and ordinary monks can't get it. It's also good for you to cultivate it well, and defend yourself against enemies in the future!"

Yan Wushuang stared coldly at Fan Jian's face, and wanted to punch it over. But he knew that he had to do it or he would never be able to return to his parents. Anyway, the path of cultivating immortals is indefinite, so why should you care so much?

Endure!

Yan Wushuang went through an extreme mental struggle, and finally slowly reached out to take the beast egg!

"Thank you!"

After putting the broken artifacts and beast eggs away, Yan Wushuang would not leave the training ground.

"Hmph, kid fight with me, look for death!~" Fan Jian looked proud, and watched Yan Wushuang's thin back leave amid the ridicule of many disciples!

Cuiyun Mountain, Stone House!

After returning to the stone house, Yan Wushuang was so angry that he smashed the tables and chairs in the house, and the ground was a mess, and broken wooden blocks could be seen everywhere.

Too much deception, too much deception!

Yan Wushuang vented his anger, recalling what he had encountered in the Canghong Continent for more than a year, and he couldn't get rid of it! He knew that if he wanted to not be bullied, he had to become strong. But in the current situation, it is not easy to survive.

With a hint of resentment, Yan Wushuang fell asleep deeply, and in his sleep, he dreamed of the moment he came to the Canghong Continent!

Early in the morning of the second day, Yan Wushuang went to collect waste utensils and waste pills as usual. On the way to the utility room, Yan Wushuang secretly hid a few discarded magic weapons. He knew that there was only one purpose for these discarded magic weapons, and that was to use them as spiritual firewood for refining after decomposition, which could not only increase the chance of success, but also save a lot of costs.

So, Yan Wushuang, who couldn't get the pills and spirit stones, decided to use his position to smuggle these waste weapons out of Taixumen and sell them to the nearby Fang Market to earn some extra money.

After a busy day, Yan Wushuang returned to the stone house and took out the private waste utensils, which were more than ten pieces. Because the tables and chairs were smashed by himself, Yan Wushuang casually threw the waste weapon into the utensils that Fan Jian gave him.

"Waste should be with waste!" Yan Wushuang laughed at himself fiercely, and didn't want to meditate and cultivate, so he lay down and fell asleep.

In the middle of the night, Yan Wushuang suddenly felt an unusual faint red light shining out of the house. This red light comes and goes, and it goes unnoticed. If it weren't for Yan Wushuang's tense nerves all day long, he wouldn't have been able to find out.

"What's going on?"

Yan Wushuang got up in confusion and began to look for it.

"It seems to be a red light from the corner of the wall!" With a faint halo, Yan Wushuang discovered the abnormality in the corner of the wall.

"Isn't this the mainland goods and waste that I put here? Huh? This is ...... Radiant Stone!" Yan Wushuang stared blankly at the ding-like artifact, and the red light emanated from all around it.

Not only that, but the waste vessels inside the tripod are dissolving at a speed that is visible to the naked eye, and gradually transforming into pieces of raw materials for refining vessels.

Yan Wushuang squatted down and looked carefully, and found that in addition to a few pieces of radiance stones, there were also materials such as dark iron and mythril, adding up to more than twenty pieces.

What's going on?

Could it be that this tripod has the function of decomposition?

"That's the case, it must be right, haha, I'm going to send it, I'm going to send it!" Yan Wushuang looked at the red light of the bottle excitedly, and almost jumped up. If it weren't for the fear of being noticed, it is estimated that the whole mountain would have been trampled flat!

You must know that the waste magic weapon cannot be decomposed into raw materials, at most it can only be decomposed into gravel with spiritual energy, which can only be burned as spiritual firewood to provide a limited source of fire. And the tripod in Yan Wu's hands can be broken down into raw materials.

If you can find the magic weapon that others have refined and wasted, and use it to decompose it, won't you send it yourself?

As soon as he thought of this, Yan Wushuang couldn't wait to pick up Xiaoding and look at it over and over again!