Zhang Fan traveled all the way to the west, and came to the door in half a day.

He walked forward against the wind, and when he saw that there was a Dharma platform in front of him, his heart fell to the ground as soon as he moved.

There were almost no people around the stage except for a few miscellaneous disciples who were hurrying forward. It's not that the disciples are lazy, but the disciples in the sect have their own affairs, so how can they come to the Dharma stage to hang around.

"I should go to the Contribution Pavilion to exchange the things I got this time into a sect contribution, or I should go to the Zangjing Pavilion to choose a few practical Taoism methods, otherwise I, Zhang Fan, am still a person who cultivates immortals." Zhang Fan thought to himself and headed southwest.

It didn't take long for Zhang Fan to come to a spirit island. The luxurious temple in front of you is the Contribution Pavilion. He didn't look much at the disciples around him, nor did he look at the strange glances they occasionally came, so he walked quickly forward, and entered the hall in a few moments.

There was a huge crystal jade hanging on the hall of the hall, and the handwriting on it appeared, telling about the tasks recently issued by the elders or disciples of the sect. This is a special magic weapon, made of shadow jade, like a jade slip, it can be engraved with spiritual power to show everyone.

"Huh, Zhang Fan, you're not dead!" A shout woke up Zhang Fan, who was staring at the Shadow Stone. When he looked down, he saw an old man in a green robe looking at him with a shocked face at the counter in the hall.

Lao Dao is an elite disciple in the sect, practicing qi at the twelfth level of cultivation, but he can't break through when his lifespan is approaching, and he relies on his relationship to get an errand to contribute to the deacon of the pavilion to pass the time.

He glanced at Lao Dao lightly, stepped forward quickly, came to the counter, took out a poisonous spider's foot from the storage ring, and ignored Lao Dao's strange appearance. Said lightly: "Senior brother, can you help me see how much this poisonous spider's foot is worth?"

Lao Dao smiled awkwardly as he picked up the spider's foot and looked closely. On the side, he said: "It turns out that the junior brother hunted spirit beasts, forgot about the time, and came back late." You don't know, many of the outer disciples and inner disciples who went with you to explore the beast tide this time did not come back, and even a few Dao children of the Zhuji Elders were killed by spirit beasts. If it weren't for the fact that the head of the sect finally led the five foundation building peak elders to arrange the three-grade formation-Five Elements Trapped Dragon Great Array outside the heavenly abyss, our entire sect would have been slaughtered by spirit beasts. ”

Zhang Fanqi said: "How can a mere first-grade spirit beast threaten the safety of the sect, senior brother bragging, right?"

Lao Dao smiled: "Lao Dao, I am more than 180 years old. People who are about to enter the earth, how can they talk like you young people? Senior brother, I just saw that you were still safe and sound seven days after the outbreak of the beast tide, and I was emotional. Let's talk about it. You don't know, we monks practice the Tao for immortality, and if we die halfway, everything will be over. As a brother, I also want to be in my lifetime. Earn more Spirit Stones. See if you can participate in the auction meeting, buy a Zhuji Dan, and see if you can successfully build a foundation and continue the immortal path of immortality. ”

Zhang Fan smiled: "Hehe, senior brother, this is confident." Still, you should help me estimate the value of the spider's feet first. ”

Lao Dao nodded and said, "Okay, Lao Dao knows that you are a generous lord, so I will help you estimate it." So saying, he examined the spider's feet.

Slightly. The old Taoist said: "Senior brother, your mid-grade poisonous spider feet are good materials for refining mid-grade peak magic weapons. It is also highly poisonous, and it is counted as three hundred spirit stones, or a three-point sect contribution. ”

Zhang Fan nodded, and then took out the other seven spider feet and blood exchange grass to Lao Dao.

Lao Dao smiled and checked it, and said, "Senior brother, the blood exchange grass is worth a lot of money, and it is counted as a thousand spirit stones." A total of 3,400 lower-grade spirit stones or thirty-four sect contributions. ”

Zhang Fan nodded, took out a moire jade plate from the storage ring, and handed it to Lao Dao. Lao Dao smiled and took the jade plate and left. It turned out that the jade plate was a disciple token specially used by the Beiming Sect to record the contributions of the sect, and there was a special spiritual formation on it, which was the identity of the disciple, and it was also a voucher for purchasing the pills in the sect and viewing the classics. Zhang Fan only received it here last month.

After a while, Lao Dao came back and said with a smile: "Senior brother, your sect's contribution is originally five points, plus the thirty-four points obtained this time, a total of thirty-nine points." You're done. As he spoke, he handed the jade plaque engraved with the two big characters "Beiming" to Zhang Fan.

Zhang Fan took the jade plaque and said with a smile: "Thank you, senior brother, farewell!" The old man smiled: "Senior brother go slowly!"

Then Zhang Fan left. As soon as he went out, the entire Contribution Pavilion became weird, and the disciples who had been handing over tasks at various counters left quickly, as if there was something urgent.

Zhang Fan came out of the Contribution Pavilion and thought to himself: "I'll go to the Scripture Pavilion to take a look, last time the master's contribution was not enough, and a lot of things were not bought, but this time it can't be delayed any longer." He thought so, and headed quickly northwest.

In fact, Zhang Fan's Five Elements Spirit Jade was piled up with eighteen spirit stone mountain ranges, not to mention the lower grade spirit stones, even if it was a middle grade spirit stone, he also had thousands of them. However, there is a way that wealth is not exposed, and it is impossible for him to pretend to be a big sum, otherwise he will not be able to survive at all in this sect that is surrounded by strong enemies.

After a while, Zhang Fan followed the route in his memory to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion north of the main hall. As usual, as soon as he arrived in front of the three-story scripture building, he respectfully said, "Disciple Zhang Fan pays a visit to the elder. ”

Immediately, the jade door in front of him opened, and Zhang Fan walked into the hall and saw a white-haired old man in front of the only counter looking at him lightly. Seeing this, Zhang Fan immediately took out the disciple token and handed it over.

The old man took the jade plaque and smiled, "Okay! This time you can stay on the second floor for three hours." As he spoke, he handed the jade plaque back.

Zhang Fan took the jade card, thanked him, and walked quickly to the second floor. After a while, a white mist appeared in front of him, and then a whirlpool appeared, and he was not afraid of it, and immediately collapsed into it, and in the blink of an eye, he was on the second floor.

On the second floor of the Scripture Pavilion are rows of shelves for jade slips and gold leaf. He glanced at the jade in front of the shelf, walked towards the jade shelf with the word "formation" hanging on the west side, and came to the shelf after a while.

Zhang Fan glanced at the shelves, the names of the large formations came into his eyes one by one, and his gaze finally fell on the place marked with the words "Five Elements Formation Primary". As soon as his mind moved, he put away the corresponding jade slip. Then Zhang Fan took the jade slips marked with the words "Small Gathering Spirit Array" and "Small Mystery Array", and left the shelf and headed to the east.

Then Zhang Fan came to the shelf marked with the word "Alchemy" and took a jade slip called "Alchemy Foundation". Then he left the shelf and came to the white mist. When a whirlpool is formed, he steps into it. After leaving the second floor, I went down and returned to the counter on the first floor in a blink of an eye.

"Well, self-aware. The old man said lightly. Zhang Fan took out four jade slips and handed them to the old man, and said respectfully: "Trouble elder." Lao Dao took the jade slips, and it didn't take long for him to hand out four jade slips. Said lightly: "You enter the second floor once, and you return within an hour, and it costs the sect ten points of contribution." Copy two pieces of low-level jade slips. There are two pieces of intermediate-grade jade slips, and a total of 2,200 lower-grade spirit stones are needed. ”

Zhang Fan felt a pain in his heart, and took out two thousand three hundred spirit stones and put them on the counter. Take the jade slip. Xie said, "Thank you, Elder." ”

The old man nodded lightly, and then Zhang Fan left quickly.

It turned out that entering the first floor of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion would cost one sect contribution at a time, but entering the second floor for one hour at a time would cost the sect to contribute ten points.

Last month, Zhang Fan had been to the Hidden Scripture Pavilion as many as five times, but he couldn't enter the second floor, and only got a beast skin scroll on the first floor that introduced the basic knowledge of spirit beasts, spiritual materials, spiritual grass, spirit pills, magic weapons, talismans and formations in the Immortal Cultivation Realm, and saw the coldness and mystery of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion. Not much else was gained.

This time, he bought back the simple formation and alchemy foundation, and he didn't have to buy everything he needed for cultivation in the future. Attract the covetousness of others.

Zhang Fan walked forward, while silently recalling today's gains, and his heart was happy. He knew that as long as he learned all the basic skills of cultivating immortals in the sect, he didn't have to worry about being calculated by others all day long, and he could go outside happily, even if he had many enemies in the sect, those people could only sigh in the end.

After all, the immortal cultivation world is vast, as long as Zhang Fan's cultivation is enough, how many people in the heavens and on the earth can find his traces?

"Ouch, isn't this Senior Brother Zhang Fan, you're not dead!" an annoying voice suddenly sounded. Originally, Zhang Fan was contemplating walking, but at this time, he was awakened by the words, and his heart was full of anger.

He knew that it was Murong Qianxun, but he didn't understand what arrogant capital he had. Zhang Fan raised his head, and the look of surprise on his face flashed.

It turned out that five or six teenagers were blocking his way, and one of them turned out to be Yao Shentian. A faint smile appeared on his face, but his eyes were full of cruelty.

Zhang Fan looked at Murong Qianxun, who seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and said sarcastically: "Whose dog is this? Could it be that the master's death is gone?" Murong Qianxun smiled and said: "Zhang Fan, you are really incompetent! Do you think that the world of cultivating immortals is the world? This son sues you! Here everything is decided by strength! You hid this time, and you didn't die by luck, but it may not be the next time! I think you know, the show has just begun! Hmph!"

Zhang Fan sneered: "You ungrateful villain, if it weren't for the cleverness of the young master, I would have almost fallen for your way before!" Murong Qianxun said lightly: "It's just a small trick, it's not worth mentioning." ”

Yao Santian stared at Zhang Fan and said coldly: "Zhang Fan, the hatred of that sword will not be counted like that. This son has already obtained the blood of the dragon, so you just wait and see. ”

Zhang Fan smiled and said: "Sinister villain, everyone will be punished!" Yao Shentian said coldly: "Don't think that the fifth layer of qi refining is great, tell you, there are as many disciples of the fifth layer of qi refining in the Beiming Sect as ants." It's pitiful that you're cowering in a hole and sitting in a well and watching the sky. ”

Zhang Fan sneered: "The young master has cultivated to the fifth level of qi cultivation in less than a year, and there are few top-grade spiritual root geniuses in the world, where can a monk like you with an inferior spiritual root compare?"

"Haha...... Haha......" The disciples laughed, their faces full of banter.

"What are you doing! Haven't you heard the ancestor's ban, can't you fight with each other with each other!"

When all the disciples heard this, they immediately turned around and bowed in unison, "Meet Senior Sister Leng Yue!" The person who came was Leng Yue.

Leng Yue glanced at the disciples and said lightly: "Then don't you leave quickly, do you want to go to purgatory?" They didn't seem to dare to mess with Leng Yue.

Seeing this, Zhang Fan just glanced at Leng Yue lightly, and walked south.

Leng Yue suddenly said, "Zhang Fan, stop!" Zhang Fan ignored it and continued to walk, he didn't want to entangle with the disciples in the sect.

Leng Yue shouted: "Zhang Fan, you stop me! Why are you still alive!" Zhang Fan snorted coldly and went to the wind.

Leng Yue said angrily: "Zhang Fan, you dare to disobey my order!" However, Zhang Fan had already gone away, Leng Yue was angry, and the wind chased after him. Murong Qianxun and his party haven't gone far yet. He also saw this scene and sneered: "He is a humble monk with an inferior spiritual root, just seeing the ancestor side, he has to sè up, he really can't measure himself, and he can't live long!"

Everyone nodded in unison. Yao Santian said: "Let's go! In a few days, the Jiaolong Pill will be refined, and everyone will have a share at that time." The disciples said, "Thank you, senior brother." Then they talked about going away. (To be continued......)