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Manager Jiang was full of confidence in picking up the treasure, but he did not check it for a while and fell into illusions. When he finally woke up, he was shocked. For the first time, he felt the power of this secret treasure, and it was very likely to be the best spiritual weapon or spiritual treasure.

The lowest level of the magic weapon used by monks is the spiritual weapon, which is divided into four levels, both the best, the top, the middle and the lower; the higher level is called the spiritual treasure, which is also divided into four levels.

As far as the situation of Lingxiao Pavilion is concerned, the lower-grade spiritual weapons are used at the bottom of the Qi practice period. It's good that the high-level level can have medium-grade spiritual weapons. Most of the monks in the foundation period use medium-grade and top-grade spiritual weapons, and there are almost no best spiritual weapons, let alone spiritual treasures. In fact, even if there are several elders in the pavilion, not everyone has spiritual treasures available. .

Of course, Lingxiao Pavilion is relatively poor. If it is Feiyu Gate, the situation will definitely be better, but this is enough to explain the preciousness of the best spiritual weapons or spiritual treasures.

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When Manager Jiang fought with the secret treasure, Wang Fan was relieved, but in order to make Yuan Hong realize the seriousness of the problem, he still said his guess and complained repeatedly: "Well, you stinky boy, you don't know how much. Knowing that there is danger, he is still scrambling to run here and want to return to the outer door. Wrong, but it has to be life.

"No way" Yuan Hong was stunned, but he didn't believe it: "I think Jiang is very happy. How dangerous it can be? Just his character is dangerous to run away early."

"He is a foundation monk. What about you and me?" Wang Fan was angry and annoyed, and couldn't laugh or cry: "What is extremely dangerous for us is nothing to him. There is no comparison between us. You are really dizzy,----"

He was teaching Yuan Hong in a class when he heard a "ah" cry inside. He was so scared that the two of them quickly stood up, looked at each other, and found that they were full of horror.

"Sin charge, are you all right?" Wang Fan was bold and asked loudly.

As soon as Manager Jiang woke up, he heard Wang Fan's shouting and wiped his forehead with cold sweat. His face turned red and he felt ashamed, but he was surprised and afraid that he would have a mistake, so he took the opportunity to shout, "Okay, don't run around. Every other cup of tea, shout at a time. If I don't answer, hurry over. Take a look, do you hear me?"

Only then did Yuan Hong know that what Wang Fan said was right. He couldn't help whispering, "Brother, let's not go to this muddy water. Let's run!"

Wang Fan also wanted to leave, but he knew that he was already trapped in the mud at this time. He became a grasshopper on a rope with Jiang's stew manager. Then he ignored his nonsense and answered loudly, "Don't worry, the stew manager, we will do as you said."

Manager Jiang had a bottom and slowly moved forward.

After a few steps, I saw a big hole on the wall of the mine. I was happy and knew that this was the place I was looking for. Then I ran "Qingshen Mingmu" several times in a row. I felt that my mind was clear and my eyes were bright. Then I lifted my clothes and walked into the hollow.

There is no difference between the cave and the mine, but the wall of the cave is very smooth, as if it has been carefully polished with a military blade. He couldn't help but look strange and shocked: "This hole is deep in the ground, but it is so smooth. It is definitely not formed naturally. Is there anyone else?"

Thinking of this, he suddenly got goose bumps. At this moment, a gloomy voice suddenly came: "Sister, are you all right?"

"Ah, who is it?" He jumped up with his feet and rushed out of the cave, and he couldn't help trembling all over.

"It's me. It's time for a cup of tea. Follow your instructions and I'll give you a greeting." Wang Fan's voice came.

"Fuck, I'm scared to death!" Manager Jiang was furious: "Can you stop the shock? I don't know if this will kill you. Let's whisper next time."

Manager Jiang scolded and went back to the cave. This time, in order to embolden himself, he deliberately spoke loudly: "Wang Fan, I can tell you, I'm not scared. In those years, I was also a strange flower in Lingxiao Pavilion. Compared with today's Bai Hongtu, it is still awesome. Unfortunately, the bottleneck in the foundation period is too difficult to overcome, and the sect resources are scarce. , I haven't been able to advance for a long time, otherwise I would have been a mid-term monk, and then I will come to do this broken steward--"

As he talked so much, he really lost his fear. Of course, his eyes had not been idle, and he carefully searched everywhere, even if there was not a trace.

"So that's it. It's really a pity!" Suddenly, a voice sounded in his ear.

He shivered, turned around and found that there was no one around. He not only jumped and scolded, "Wang Fan, you bastard, are you tired of living? Is it time for a cup of tea? What are you talking about?"

It can be quiet everywhere and there is no sound.

"What's going on? Wang Fan, did you hear that? He felt something was wrong and asked again.

There is still no reply!

He was completely hairy. An arrow rushed out and opened his mouth to drink. But what kind of mine hole? It was clearly his room outside Lingxiao Pavilion, and there was a figure in the room. It seemed that he was trying to practice. If he wanted to break through the bottleneck, the aura gathered on his body suddenly dissipated at the critical moment - the breakthrough failed.

The man was unwilling. He grabbed the herb that had not been refined in front of him, chewed it in his mouth, and then began to meditate and spit. He tried to break through again, but the aura still dissipated at the critical moment, but he was repeatedly defeated and fought repeatedly, still chewing the herb and constantly trying to break through.

"Don't eat it." I don't know when, Jiang Guanshi has burst into tears: "Unrefined herbs are poisonous. Eating too much will damage your longevity. This is not practicing, but committing suicide!"

"Wake up, wake up, wake up!"

He was immersed in great grief, and a distant voice suddenly came from his ears, which reminded him of something. At this time, the figure who kept repeating practice suddenly looked up and showed a strange smile.

What kind of laughter, disdain, sarcasm, sarcasm, contempt, sadness, despair, self-abandonment, and all kinds of negative emotions are concentrated together.

"Ah!" He had a splitting headache. He opened his eyes and saw the frightened eyes of Wang Fan and Yuan Hong.