152 Wind and Cloud Color Fan

Xuan took Ye Qin, Shen Bao, two other disciples in Qingyi and four other people to a small camp in the camp to make the final preparations. She is not very old, about ten years old, about one year younger than Ye Qin. She is full of arrogance from high-level disciples of the sect, and she hardly looks at their four disciples in blue.

However, she did something unambiguous and quite straightforward. She directly asked the four people to take out their weapons, equipment and all kinds of carry-on items, so that she could check it, so that they could know everyone's strength. The success or failure of this exploration of the cave mission is related to the ownership of the foundation elixir, which has a great impact on her and dares not be sloppy.

Staring at Shen Bao.

Since Shen Bao was named by Yan Xuan, he has been crying with a sad face. Here, Sister Yan, this is all my possessions. A lower spirit knife, a demon rope, five lower spirit stones, and a small stack of rune paper. The rest are gone.

" He took out the contents of his storage bag and lit it up, and then quickly stuffed it back.

Yan Xuan didn't care and turned her head to look at the other two disciples in blue.

These two disciples in Tsing Yi were quite silent from the beginning to the end. They introduced it themselves.

One of them is called Yunzi, with eight layers of gas refining, a young man in his thirties. The words are very polite, quite respectful and cautious, and do not show sharpness.

The other person's surname is Kong, nine layers during the gas refining period. He is a skinny old man with gray hair and didn't say what his name was. Yan Xuan asked a question, and he answered the first half of the sentence submissively, which was very unpleasant.

Yan Xuan asked a few questions, and then she couldn't bear to pay attention to it.

But. These are a few simple cross-examinations. The crowd still understood why the old man Kong participated in this bloody and cruel cave trial.

The disciples of Qingdanmen usually do not always be in the school. If there is no hope of building a base before the age of 60. And he didn't hold any deacon position in the sect. Then they will usually be sent away. Leave the division.

Old Kong is now fifty** years old. He stayed in the sect for two or thirty years. There has been no status. It is the object that must be cleaned out of the house. This is the trial of Wankuling Cave. It can be said to be his last chance.

The fruit can't get the foundation. Then you can only go to other countries to find a place to take root. Open the branches and leaves for the Qingdan Gate. Expand the bloodline inheritance. This kind of disciple who went out of Qingdanmen. If the descendants often get a little bit of the true biography of Qingdanmen. It's easy to join the division again.

Both of them are well prepared. Everyone brought three or four low-level and middle-level spiritual weapons. A small pile of rune paper and more than a dozen spiritual stones are even more essential. High-level monks like them who have been in the sect for a long time. There are several good spiritual weapons above the middle level. That's normal. No, it's a strange thing.

Ye Qin was the last person to take out the goods.

He thought about it and took out a middle-level spiritual weapon flame knife and a middle-level defensive spiritual weapon fine steel shield. Although these two pieces were snatched from Zhao Qiankun, they are all street stalls and shops. There are a lot of people using them, and no one will doubt their coming from. In addition, there are more than ten pieces of low-level rune paper and seven or eight lower spiritual stones.

Ye Qin estimated that he would definitely take this item out and use it after entering the cave. There is no need to hide it, which is basically in line with his current strength.

As for the flame thorn seeds, frost thorn seeds, low-level magic weapon Xuanyin sword, high-level spiritual weapon bat king wings, flame fruit wine, Ye Qin did not take out these items. This is his killer at the bottom of the box, just in case of emergency.

It can really save his life in the cave trial, and rely on these things.

Moreover, Ye Qin dares to be sure that Shen Bao, Zhang Yunzi and Mr. Kong must have left their own privacy and will not show their real killers.

As for Yan Xuan, she didn't plan to show her things to their four disciples in blue. She is the captain. As long as she knows it in her heart, there is no need for a few disciples in Tsing Yi who are cannon fodder to know so much.

Soon, the time passed in the morning, and the members of each team got to know each other and were ready.

At noon, Wu Zhangmen and several other uncles in the foundation-building period came out of the camp tent and gathered the first seven teams that set out to Wankuling to participate in the cave trial, as well as the white veil masked girl, a total of more than 40 disciples.

The first training was led by Wu Zhangmen and others.

Wu Ruiyang patted the storage bag around his waist, and a magic weapon the size of a palm flew out of it. It was a small fan floating in the air.

"Rising--!"

The head's finger fan, waved from a distance and shouted fiercely.

The small fan the size of a palm flew to the sky and soared in the wind. In an instant, it rose to a radius of ten feet in size, swirling in the sky, covering a large area of shadows and blowing a strong wind.

I don't know what material the huge fan is made of. It is as pure white as jade and brilliant. On the fan, a lot of pattern spells were drawn. The clouds were filled and rolling. These clouds suddenly turned into green mountains and beautiful water, and in the blink of an eye, they turned into flying rare birds, galloping spirit beasts, biting each other

Finally, it formed a whirlpool and disappeared. All these changes attracted the eyes of all the watchers, as if the painting was a fairyland, which made people want to get a glimpse of it.

Hundreds of disciples in blue gathered nearby and were stunned. Many disciples in blue who knew the treasure exclaimed in a low voice, "Wind and clouds, colorful fan, high-level magic weapon!" "That's the most powerful magic weapon of the leader!"

"Up, follow me to Wankuling!"

I don't know when, Wu Zhangmen has stood upright on the tip of the huge fan in the wind, white and floating, indescribably proud and free from vulgarity. He shouted coldly at the disciples on the ground and woke up the disciples in Tsing Yi who were shocked on the spot.

The disciples who participated in the trial jumped into the wind and clouds fan one after another.

Ye Qin's eyes gradually attracted into the whirlpool of the colorful fan. He suddenly subconsciously bit his lips fiercely and bit out a few drops of blood. Then he suddenly woke up, but he had already sweated coldly.

The power of this magic weapon is too great. At first look, I was shocked and unconsciously attracted by it.

Ye Qin didn't dare to do it again, and thought to himself, "Under the use of the yin sword and inculcate the power with all your strength, it can only rise to more than one foot at most, at most two feet. Compared with the power of Wu Zhangmen, I don't know how many times worse it is.

Under normal circumstances, the size of the magic weapon itself is a symbol of power. The larger the magic weapon, the more materials it consumes, the more mana it consumes when using it, and the more terrible the power it exerts.

Such a fan more than ten feet long, with a pat, it is estimated that he can be photographed into a meat sauce for the nine-layer monk in the refining period.

Ye Qin was shocked and felt for the first time: the horror of the basic monks.

He gradually understood why so many immortals 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 sect. Not only for Shouyuan, but also for the awesome strength. Any monk in the foundation period, in Xianyuan City, is an awe-inspiring monk.

In the Qin Dynasty, he fell into bitter thinking.

Since he joined Qingdanmen, he has devoted himself to practice. He just wants to increase his longevity and live longer. He doesn't want to die in his 80s. When I participated in this cave trial, I wanted to break through the bottleneck of building the foundation as soon as possible. I didn't want to practice to the ninth floor of the Sitting and Forgetting Sutra. When I encountered a bottleneck of skills, I was confused to death.

He has almost never considered other aspects, wealth, power and women.

His ** has always been small and simple - alive.

It was for the sake of this small ** that he wandered from the remote countryside to Xiu County for a mouthful of rice and joined the medicine collection hall of the Yaowang Gang. In order to live for a long time, he traveled thousands of miles from the State of Wu to Xianyuan City. From Xianyuan City to this Qingdan Gate.

Unconsciously, I am already a nine-story monk in the gas refining period. This cultivation, in Xianyuan City and various countries, is enough to be called the top immortals. But in Qingdanmen, in the Lingwu Mountains, it is still an ant that can be pinched by others. You will die as soon as you pinch it, and you don't even have a chance to resist.

But such a small ** can also be destroyed at any time. If the senior management of the sect wanted him to be cannon fodder, he had to be the cannon fodder. Now it seems too extravagant for him to think about wealth, power and women.

"Live, don't let anyone have a chance to control their own life."

Ye Qin's eyes were slightly red, bloodshot, and his whole body trembled. He stared at the huge fan of more than ten feet in the air and swore in his heart. He knew that it was very difficult, very difficult to do this. In the world of immortal cultivation, only high-level monks are qualified to manipulate their own lives and dominate the lives of low-level monks. The rest of the people are all mediocre people, living in the shadow of high-level monks all their lives.

However, no matter how difficult it is, he must do it. After all, he only has such a small life, and he also cherishes it very much, and he can't be tossed around by others. For this little **, he needs stronger strength.

Then, Ye Qin followed the disciples in Qingyi and jumped on the huge fan.

Other disciples saw that his eyes turned red, but they thought he was too excited and had no other ideas.

Wu Zhangmen carried more than a dozen disciples in blue and blue clothes, and flew away from the camp of Qingdanmen.

Then, several deputy masters and elders showed their magic weapons one after another. Or the magic knife, or the magic sword, or the magic staff, turned into several feet of giant magic weapons, carrying dozens of disciples in blue and blue to Wankuling.

Qingdanmen ~ Yingzhai, not far from Wankuling, about a hundred miles away. In order to avoid the sudden outbreak of a monster frenzy and the destruction of the camp in Qingdanmen, like thousands of years ago, the camp and Wankuling have maintained such a safe distance, just in case.

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