"Take your wooden sign and I'll see!"

A cold voice sounded, but it was a dead-faced senior brother who was still waiting outside the attic. Fang Xing was about to hand over the wooden sign, but he raised his hand and a wave of invisible force led over. The wooden sign in Fang Xing's hand came out and flew towards him. The dead-faced senior brother took the wooden sign and looked at it, and a trace of contempt appeared on his face.

"Quality Ding and other qualifications? Humph, another waste comes!"

He threw the wooden sign back and said impatiently: "You go to Qingmu Pavilion by yourself. I still have something to do, so I won't go with you!"

As he said that, Yaoyao pointed to Fang Xing at the direction of Qingmu Pavilion, and turned around and left.

Fang Xingqi was so angry that he cursed, thinking what kind of virtues are these people who practice!

It was obvious that this dead face actually had the responsibility of taking the new disciple to Qingmu Pavilion to lead all the items. However, when he saw that Fang Xing's level of cultivation qualification was too poor, he was too lazy to pay attention to him anymore, and left without even pretending to behave.

"Remember you, let you taste my methods sooner or later!"

Fang Xing came down the mountain angrily, wanting to go to Qingmu Pavilion by himself, but he didn't know the way. The strange peaks and valleys between the door were covered with palace eaves, and he felt a little dizzy. The dead face just pointed at the direction casually. How could he know where Qingmu Pavilion is?

"Uh... Junior Brother Fang..."

On the path ahead, a big pig's head suddenly rushed over. Seeing Fang Xing from afar, he stopped.

This pig head was the fat Taoist. It turned out that he had promised to go to Qingxin Bell to wait for Fang Xing yesterday and serve as a guide for him, but he didn't expect that he drank too much last night and forgot about it. It was not until the Qingxin Bell rang that he woke up and then hurriedly got up and was about to wait for him at Qingmu Pavilion. Halfway through the road, he happened to meet Fang Xing cursing all the way.

The two of them met face to face, but the fat Taoist felt a little embarrassed. Although the two had already said that they had drunk and talked to each other yesterday, they had drunk too much at that time. Although he wanted to have a good relationship with Fang Xing, he felt a little embarrassed.

"Oh, my senior brother Zhu, I've been waiting for you for a long time, why did you come?"

Fang Xing glanced at him and understood the fat Taoist's thoughts and greeted him with a smile on his face.

"Hey...hehe, my surname is Yu, but not Zhu... I'm really embarrassed, let my junior brother wait for a long time..."

Seeing Fang Xing so enthusiastic, the grudge in his heart disappeared immediately and he walked up with a smile on his face.

"Why is Junior Brother Fang alone without a senior brother who guides the way?"

"There is a dead-faced senior brother who leads the way, but he has diarrhea and goes to the toilet. I can't wait and prepare to go there by myself..."

"Uh... Why do people who practice practice still suffer from diarrhea?"

"Who knows, maybe my intestines are rotten..."

Fang Xing flattered and cursed the dead man's face, came over and hooked the fat Taoist's neck and left.

He was short and could only barely put it on the shoulder of the fat Taoist. This was the case when the fat Taoist was tilting his body.

"What is the level of Junior Brother Fang's qualifications rated?"

"Haha, you?"

"Senior brother is ashamed, he is a level D qualification..."

"Haha, then we're almost the same!"

The two of them were tall and short, one fat and one thin, and they walked towards Qingmu Pavilion as they spoke.

The fat Taoist did not change his attitude because Fang Xing had a level D qualification. First, because he also had a level D qualification, let alone the second brother. Moreover, Fang Xing learned from him that most of the more than a thousand outer disciples under the Qingyun Sect were of level D qualifications, most of the remaining people were of level C qualifications, and most of the remaining people were of level B qualifications.

And the true Class A qualifications are only a few of them, all like treasures.

Thinking of this, Fang Xing felt a little balanced, and he was not at the bottom.

I came to Qingmu Pavilion for a while, but it was a three-story attic. It was built with a wood that emitted light green wood. At first glance, it looked simple, but when I looked carefully, it was fine and seamless, simple and atmospheric. There was no insect hole on the surface of the building, and even dust seemed to be invisible. Under the light of the rising sun in the east, there was a faint light flowing, and the treasure was solemn.

As soon as the fat Taoist and Fang Xing approached, a thin old Taoist came over beside the wooden pavilion. The fat Taoist hurriedly pulled Fang Xing to salute him and called Senior Brother Qiao. Fang Xing looked at him, but found that he could see through his cultivation level, which was only the fourth level of agility. It seemed that although his appearance and age seemed to be similar to that of the elder Gao just now, the cultivation level of the two was far different.

Senior Brother Qiao took Fang Xing's wooden sign and saw that he was not troubled. He arranged a small house under Yunyin Peak as a place for practice, and gave him a small Qingyun Sect Taoist robe, a thin book on Qingyun Qi Forging, and a small red crystal stone the size of a pebble. It is said that this is the spirit stone used for cultivation, and then sent Fang Xing to the Dharma Tool Pavilion.

"Junior Brother Fang, don't underestimate this spirit stone. Our future practice depends entirely on it. Our outer disciples are low in their treatment. They only receive the spirit stone once every three months. They are regarded as treasures. When placed in the world, each piece is worth hundreds of gold..."

The fat Taoist saw Fang Xing toss and turns to look at the spirit stone in his hand, and then spoke.

"It's only one piece every three months? This door is so stingy!"

Fang Xing was a little dissatisfied.

"Oh, this is a resource for cultivation. It's good to have a white-collar worker every three months. This is also because our qualifications are low. Although we are both external disciples, we can get one for each three months for a Level D qualification, and we can get one for a Level C qualification in two months. We can get one for a Level B qualification in one month. We can get one for a Level A qualification in one month. We can get two for a month, so we are all rich people..."

"Hehe, it's good to have a rich man who is in love, and rob them two of them another day..."

"Junior brother, don't mess around. Those disciples with Class A qualifications are not easy to mess with. If there is a dispute, even if it is obviously their provocation, the elders will definitely punish us. If you want to get some extra blocks, I can introduce you to the miscellaneous supervisor to take a position. Just work hard and get a spirit stone every three months. This is doubled..."

"Haha, it's not suitable for me, let me think about it!"

The two of them chatted and had arrived in front of the magic weapon pavilion. The fat Taoist suddenly remembered something and whispered: "Junior Brother Fang, if you arrive at the magic weapon pavilion, then obediently hand over the spirit stone to the senior brother who guarded the pavilion, and then take out a magic weapon under his guidance..."

Fang Xing was stunned, rolled his eyes and said, "What a joke? Why give it to them that only one piece of spirit stone every three months?"

The fat Taoist was amused and cried, and said, "This is not the time to lock the door. Our Qingyun Sect's sect's magic weapon pavilion is full of old objects eliminated by our predecessors, and most of them are damaged. If you give filial piety, these senior brothers who guard the pavilion will naturally give you a good one, but if you don't have filial piety, they will ignore you at all. How can you know which one is good and which one is bad? These black-hearted ghosts have polished the damaged flying swords to a lot and put them there to deceive people..."

As he said that, he took out one of his own sword talismans and showed it to Fang Xing: "Look, I was short of filial piety at the beginning, but under their instigation, I took this sword talisman, which is said to be able to release the sword qi of a fourth-level cultivator of true qi. At that time, I thought I had picked up the treasure and was very happy. Later, I realized that this sword talisman could only be used once, except for that experiment, it was useless again. I was either throwing it or staying it, and I couldn't cry. Now I can only stay with me, just as a thought..."

"It seems that you are useless, no wonder you ran to the Taoist boys to show off their power..."

Fang Xing whispered the fat Taoist in his heart, but smiled and said, "Thank you for your advice, I know!"

The fat Taoist did not follow him into the magic weapon pavilion, but just waited outside the pavilion, and Fang Xing waved in.

"Bold, Qingyun Sect's Magic Artifact Pavilion, how can idle people go in!"

Suddenly, a loud shout scared Fang Xing, but he saw three people turning out from the magic weapon pavilion. The leader was over thirty years old, with two rat whiskers on his lips, thin and small, looking even longer than rat sperm. The little mung bean eyes were shining. It was only when he saw Fang Xing that he understood why others said that his eyes were gathering, and this guy's light was very good.

Fang Xing looked at it quietly and saw that the cultivation level of these three people was the third level of spiritual cultivation, and the remaining two were at the second level. He saw that these three people were showing their power on him. He laughed in his heart, but said respectfully on his face: "The new outer disciple Fang Xing came to collect magic weapons according to the rules of the sect. There was a waist card given by Elder Gao as evidence. Please check the three senior brothers..."

The big mouse spirit took the wooden sign, swept his eyes, and sneered, "It turns out that he is a new outer disciple. You don't know the rules. This time I will spare you the mistake of trespassing into the magic weapon pavilion. However, are you just coming here to get the magic weapon with white teeth?"

The little eyes flashed, clearly implying that Du Fang had given him good.

"Well, what does senior brother mean?"

Fang Xing smiled and pretended to be stupid, but he didn't want to give it to him. After all, it was a spirit stone!

Others need their guidance to avoid getting damaged magic weapons. You are not afraid of yourself. Is Yin and Yang God and Demon Mirror a joke?

"A bastard, why are you pretending to be confused? Hand over the spirit stone quickly, otherwise you can get away as soon as possible..."

A man next to the mouse spirit got angry and scolded him bluntly, but he even wanted some dough and directly asked for the spirit stone.

Fang Xing's expression changed suddenly. Originally, although he couldn't bear to let it go, he thought about it and planned to hand over the spirit stone. After all, he had just entered the mountain gate and didn't know that the mountains were deep and the water was shallow, so it was necessary for him to not show off so much. But he was a soft-hearted person who was not hard-working. When the man next to the rat spirit scolded him, his temper immediately rose.

"I only had such a spirit stone in three months. Why do you give you something to be a turtle?"
Chapter completed!