The Zhenjun Mengxu was gentle and said with relief: "This time the first three people are Lu Enming of Moye Peak, Qize of Zhulin Mountain, and Yuzhi of Lingxi River."

Qi Ze is the ninth-level male cultivator who has developed sword intent. Everyone looked at the three of them in conscientiously. Zhenjun Mengxu continued: "For you hundred people, the sects will give corresponding rewards, and go back to Taiyi Hall to collect them. At the same time, you have all obtained the qualification to try this time of Duanyuan Death. You will give you three days to prepare and set off in three days. Now, are there any questions?"

"Master!" Someone asked carefully: "They all said that the death of Duanyuan is extremely dangerous. In the past, they were only open to foundation-building monks, but we were in the Qi training stage?"

True Lord Mengxu nodded: "It's true. But you must understand!" His voice suddenly became stern, and everyone couldn't help but hold their breath and concentrate.

"Today is different from the past!" Zhenjun Mengxu swept away his gentle tone: "You are the best group of disciples selected in this competition. Only by passing the test of blood, fire, life and death can you become the mainstay of my Wenshi Sect in the future and face the turmoil and restlessness in the outside world!"

His eyes were deep and full of meaning, Liu Qinghuan felt a stern, and the others also had solemn expressions.

"The death of Duanyuan is dangerous, so you should pay attention!" Mr. Mengxu continued: "Don't go too deep into the deep underground. It is not a secret realm within the sect. At the deepest point, even the foundation-building cultivators may die. If you fall into danger, you can only rely on yourself. If you need to rely on the power of your fellow sects."

"However." Zhenjun Mengxu glanced at the heavy expressions of the disciples: "The monks practice fate and fight for luck. If you want to obtain the great way, how can you walk steadily without going through many experiences? Therefore, danger always coexist with opportunities. Whether you can catch it depends on yourself. If you get the first place in this trial with the multi-sect, in addition to other rewards, you will also get a foundation-building pill for each of you!"

As soon as these words were said, everyone showed joy. Especially those with the lowest rankings, in the past, only the top ten would get the foundation-building pill at most, but I didn’t expect that this time the sect would take out so many at once!

Everyone was very excited when they came out of the martial arts venue. They flew to Taiyi Palace while whispering to each other.

Bai Fengming was happy to walk: "The foundation-building pill! If you can get it, the chance of foundation-building will be much higher in the future."

Liu Qinghuan nodded. He was worried about this matter and was thinking about finding a foundation-building pill recipe in Chuangong Tower. If he just wanted to refine it himself, it would be extremely difficult to find just the few spiritual herbs he knew needed.

And even if you find it, you may not be able to refine it. Foundation-building pills are not as good as spiritual cultivation pills. The spiritual medicines and materials needed are not only expensive but also rare. It is impossible to give him the opportunity to practice, and he does not have the financial resources.

When they arrived outside the Taiyi Palace, the other disciples cheered when they saw them. Some knew each other and all gathered around to celebrate. However, some were eliminated early and secretly cast jealous eyes.

Liu Qinghuan and Bai Fengming walked around everyone and walked into the side hall of Taiyi Hall. At this time, a foundation-building monk wearing deacon's clothes was already sitting inside, waiting there.

The two lined up behind the line and listened to everyone discussing the rewards they would get this time together. When it was their turn, Liu Qinghuan took out his token for the competition, the foundation-building monk looked at it, took out a storage bag and handed it to him.

When Liu Qinghuan saw Bai Fengming glance at the bag, a hint of joy appeared on her face. She was about to look at her, so the foundation-building monk rushed to the side so that the people behind her could come up to receive the reward.

Others also followed in, and the entire side hall was bustling and bustling.

There was nothing he had done here, and Liu Qinghuan was not able to join in the fun, so he called Bai Fengming to fly to Zhulin Mountain.

Bai Fengming was extremely happy and said to Liu Qinghuan while flying: "This time the sect is so generous, and he actually rewarded a top-grade magic weapon at once!"

Liu Qinghuan was even more looking forward to what reward he received. After saying goodbye to Bai Fengming, he returned to Zizhu courtyard. Only then did he take out the things in his bag one by one to look carefully.

I was surprised to see this!

He took out a golden gourd, which was a low-grade spiritual weapon!

Maybe it's because he entered the top ten?

With Liu Qinghuan's current spiritual power, it was still a bit difficult to control the lower-grade spiritual weapon, but it was not a big problem. He moved his spiritual power into the golden gourd, which suddenly turned around in the air and sprayed a bolt of lightning from the mouth of the gourd!

I saw a flash of lightning, and a small hole with a very deep thickness and a small finger appeared on the ground, and burning scorched marks appeared around the hole!

He repeatedly tested and found that as long as he had sufficient spiritual power, the golden gourd could emit infinite electric light, and even several channels at once. However, even one channel would consume a lot of Liu Qinghuan's spiritual power, but it could not be used frequently.

However, Liu Qinghuan was already very satisfied. This spiritual weapon was very suitable for the next trial of Duanyuan Death.

He summoned the golden gourd in the air and branded his spiritual consciousness. Unlike magic weapons, those at the level of spiritual weapons can brand spiritual consciousness, so that others cannot easily take away control of the spiritual weapon.

There was another jade bottle filled with twenty detoxification pills and a jade slip.

The jade slip contains a map of the area where the dead land of the Broken Abyss has been discovered, as well as an introduction to some ghosts and demons inside.

These things are all very useful for the next trial. Liu Qinghuan thought: It seems that the sect attaches great importance to this trial, and the rewards given to them have been carefully selected.

Three days after that, Liu Qinghuan was very busy and went to receive the reward from Zhulin Mountain first.

The Master of Zhulin Mountain was very satisfied with his ability to get such a good ranking, so he threw him a small hammer and a bag of spirit stones.

The small hammer is called the Evil-Breaking Black Gold Hammer. It is a top-grade magic weapon and is also a magic weapon that is very suitable for the next trial.

Now there is no shortage of magic weapons. Liu Qinghuan sold all the spirit cultivation pills in his hand and replaced them with spirit stones. He also practiced several furnaces of return Yuandan in case of a long battle that he might face. Only then did he put all the things that needed to be collected in the cave into the storage bag.

Early that morning, he whistled, and a white-haired group flew out of the yard and rushed into his arms.

Liu Qinghuan pinched the wings of the little hoofed beast. The two wings were extremely proportional to the body of the beast. They were like birds' wings, covered with white feathers, and they were extremely powerful when they slap them.

He reluctantly put the first day of Chu into the spiritual beast bag, flew out of the Zizhu courtyard, then activated the outermost basic magic array, and went to Taiyi Palace.

After all the 100 disciples gathered, three monks flew from outside the mountain. When Liu Qinghuan saw them, they were all acquaintances.

The one who walked ahead was Lin Huanzhi, who had not seen him for many years! When he first met, his cultivation was in the late stage of foundation building and a member of the Qingyu Sect. Now when he saw him again, he has successfully formed a pill!

Liu Qinghuan looked at Lin Huanzhi in the crowd. He was the first immortal cultivator Liu Qinghuan saw in his life. He couldn't help but sigh: Lin Huanzhi was a high immortal in the sky, and countless refugees were wiped out with waves. He was a beggar who fled in a panic on the ground, struggling on the brink of life and death.

How could I think that one day, the two of them will belong to the same family?

Things in the world are changing, more than just thousands.

The two foundation-building monks following him were Yan Zhengfeng and the female cultivator named Xiang.

As soon as the female cultivator surnamed Xiang fell down, she smiled and said, "Okay, okay, this batch of leeks is almost ripe."

Yan Zhengfeng glared at her sternly, stood respectfully behind Lin Huanzhi, waiting for Lin Huanzhi to speak.

Lin Huanzhi had a face sagging, took out a wooden boat and threw it into the open space.

The small boat, which was originally the size of a palm, swelled as the wind, and when it landed, it turned into a large boat three-story high.
Chapter completed!