Once on the stage, Xiao Yuanshan acted like a wealthy man, throwing low-grade and low-grade mid-grade spiritual talismans around, consuming hundreds of spiritual stones in each battle. For those poor disciples, throwing so many spiritual stones
They were also beaten to death.
Even the last disciple sent a message and said: "Brother Yuwen, can I stop fighting? If I admit defeat, just give me a hundred and eighty spiritual stones."
After the audition, there was two days of rest. Yuwen Zhouyuan counted the time and the talisman that the Weapon Refining Sect refined for him should have arrived. He had better go get the talisman first. He had the talisman and the turtle shell magic weapon in hand.
The next match against Zhenyuan Zhenren is more secure.
The Weapon Refining Sect's Bianzhou City store, backyard.
After the shopkeeper Dong Shaoyang presented the two talismans, he said: "These are two spirit-breaking mirror talismans. The ancestors of our sect have refined four of them in total. According to the agreement, two of them will be used as labor costs. Please pay for these two."
Fellow Taoist Yuwen accepted it. Although the refining of this Spirit-breaking Mirror magic weapon is not very good, as a magic weapon, its power is much greater than ordinary magic weapons. However, because the materials used are really poor, these two talismans
It won’t be used too many times, I’ll tell you that in advance.”
It's normal when you think about it. The monks of the Beast Spirit Sect are all in poverty, so how can they have any good materials to refine the magic weapon? Yuwen Zhouyuan asked again: "How many times can it be used? It won't be over after just one or two uses, right?
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"Oh, that's not true. If it is used normally, it can be used ** times without any problem." Dong Shaoyang said.
Dong Shaoyang's words reassured Yuwen Zhouyuan. One can be used ** times, and that's enough. Anyway, the round mirror is of no use in his storage bag. Now it is enough to replace it with two talismans.
He was very satisfied.
Dong Shaoyang refined the materials for the ten-thousand-year spirit turtle last time, and he was very satisfied, but he also wanted to refine more advanced materials, so he asked with a smile: "How about the turtle shell space you refined last time?
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Yuwen Zhouyuan smiled and said: "I don't know, I haven't used it yet."
Dong Shaoyang shook his head and said: "Why not? This is a top-quality magic weapon. When I was refining it, I didn't expect that I would be able to make a top-quality magic weapon. It also has space in it. It can be called the best among top-quality magic weapons!"
This was the first time that Dong Shaoyang had refined a top-quality magic weapon. Naturally, he was very proud of it and named the magic weapon Turtle Shell Space. Speaking of this turtle shell space, it can be said to be his greatest pride so far.
But Yuwen Zhouyuan was not satisfied, and said: "Stop it, it was originally a magic weapon for both offense and defense, but you refined it into a top-notch defensive magic weapon. How dare you say that? The attack function has been lost!"
Yuwen Zhouyuan remembered clearly that when the real monk named Qiu used a turtle shell as a turtle shell mountain, half of the city was gone when he smashed it down. How much attack power was that? Now being refined by Dong Shaoyang, he can even attack
How could Yuwen Zhouyuan not be annoyed when all its functions were lost? If it weren't for the fact that it was a top-quality defensive magic weapon, he would have smashed the brand of the Weapon Refining Sect's store.
"That's wrong." Dong Shaoyang shook his head and said: "Regardless of any magic weapon or magic weapon, under the premise of fixed materials, the fewer functions it has, the more powerful it is. Therefore, there are very few magic weapons that can be used both for offense and defense. Most people
They all choose a single attack or defense. Some people refine flying swords without even the flying function. That’s the reason! Moreover, this turtle shell is an excellent defensive weapon. The monk first refined it.
It is a mistake to use both offense and defense. If he had refined a purely defensive magic weapon, maybe this turtle shell would not have fallen into your hands."
After all, he was an expert in refining weapons, so Dong Shaoyang got to the point as soon as he said it.
Now this turtle shell is used as a defensive magic weapon, and there is a space with strong defensive power inside. If monk Xia had really come up with a magic weapon with amazing defensive power, Yuwen Zhouyuan would not be able to kill him.
But having said that, a monk can only refine one or a set of magic weapons. If Monk Xia refines a purely defensive magic weapon, how can he fight against the enemy? Is he still using magic weapons to fight in the real stage?
Yuwen Zhouyuan nodded and stopped talking with Dong Shaoyang Moji. He wandered around Bianzhou City and then returned to Wuguang Sect.
In the morning on the eighth day of Neibi, the mist slowly flowed in the square in front of the Wuguang Sect's highest point, the Gonggong Hall. It was like a mist of mist, adding a bit of mystery and agility to this great sect of cultivating immortals.
In the corner of the square in front of the Chuan Gong Hall, a golden list hung high out of thin air. The names of Wuguang Sect disciples were listed one after another. Many Wuguang Sect disciples gathered in front to watch, just like they were rushing to take the exam in Beijing.
Do you have your name on the list?
In fact, it’s the same whether you watch it or not. According to the rules of the audition, if you lose one of the four games, you will be eliminated. Don’t you already know how many games you have played? But it will make you feel at ease when you see your name on the list.
There is another reason why many disciples gather together, that is, this list also has divisions for the promotion competition. Everyone has to see who their opponents are.
In fact, for most disciples in the Zhenqi stage, it doesn’t matter whether they see it or not.
There are one hundred Zhenqi stage disciples and fifty Zhenyuan stage disciples who have passed the audition, and all have the right to enter the grand formation.
For those Zhenqi disciples, they are already satisfied if they can enter the big formation. Why do they ask for a few more? The rewards of first, second and third place make people drool. But facing the Zhenqi who are at a higher level than themselves.
Really, they have no hope of winning at all.
This is different for Yuwen Zhouyuan. Even if he is among the top hundred, he has no right to enter the formation. The same is true for Nangong Dai. She must be among the top twenty disciples in the Zhenqi stage.
Yuwen Zhouyuan took a look and saw that there were five people in each group, a mixture of Zhenqi stage and Zhenyuan stage. In his group, there were two Zhenyuan stage disciples, one had just advanced to the Zhenyuan stage, and the other was a Zhenyuan stage disciple.
It's the middle of the Yuan Dynasty, so it's a bit difficult.
After reading the list, Nangong Dai patted her towering chest and said, "Now I can rest assured that the two Zhenqi stage players in my group are not as good as me. As for the Zhenyuan stage, it doesn't matter even if I lose to them.
As long as I win two of the three promotion rounds, I will definitely be in the top twenty in the Qi stage."
Yuwen Zhouyuan said with a smile: "I'm not worried about you at all. Even Xia Baichuan was beaten to pieces by you. Who else is your opponent among the other Zhenqi disciples? If it doesn't work, just try to beat the cow across the mountain again."
Yuwen Zhouyuan is right. The rules of the competition are that there are two people in each group who qualify. A disciple in the Zhenqi stage can qualify if he defeats two other Zhenqi disciples, or defeats one Zhenyuan disciple.
However, Nangong Dai was still worried about someone saying "not worried at all". In the crowd, she stepped on someone and cursed, "If it was your elegant girl, you would be worried, right?"
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Seeing that Nangong Dai was actually jealous, Yu Wen Zhouyuan said: "Why, you are jealous! It's not that you are not worried, but there is no need to worry. If there is really a danger of failure, how can I not be worried?" Yu Wen Zhouyuan said
He held Nangong Dai in front of him, hugged her soft waist from behind, and rested his chin on her shoulder to talk.
This posture of a pure couple is normal on Earth, even in middle schools. However, Dongyang Continent is still very conservative, and such an action is offensive.
But no one dared to care about the disciples around them. Originally, the number one person in Wuguang Sect was enough for them, but now there is Nangong Dai who knows how to hunt cattle across mountains. If he offends this couple, isn't he asking for trouble?
Most people don't dare to take care of it, but that doesn't mean that everyone doesn't dare to take care of it.
Then someone came out, and the man said: "What kind of behavior is this in public? It's so despicable and humane ethics is ruined! You Zhenqi disciples are really getting more and more backward and worse!"
This person scolded all the Zhenqi disciples with one sentence. When everyone looked back, they saw an old man looking at Yuwen Zhouyuan angrily.
Although the Zhenqi disciples were displeased upon hearing this, they did not dare to provoke the Zhenyuan cultivator, especially considering that he had strong spiritual power and seemed to have a late-stage Zhenyuan cultivation.
However, Yuwen Zhouyuan has a fearless temper. He hugged his girlfriend on the street and was reprimanded in public. As a man, this is unbearable.
"Uncle Whitebeard, what have we done? Don't you think it's a bit too much for you to attack your fellow disciples with such vicious words?" Yuwen Zhouyuan was still very annoyed. Old man, if you just reprimanded him, you would have said,
I have lost all human relations, and my grandma is a bitch. If I hold my girlfriend in my arms, it will be unhuman. If I marry a wife, won’t I be worse than a beast?
"It's too much! You are the ones who are too much! Is it for you to hug me in public?" the old man said angrily.
"I hugged you. Which sect rule did I violate? Old man, are you jealous because I have a girlfriend to hug?" Yuwen Zhouyuan said.
"Bah! Where's my concubine from the eighth bedroom?" said the old man.
After hearing this, Yuwen Zhouyuan was furious and said: "You idiot! If you are really a serious person, someone like Yuwen would also admire you! But I didn't expect that you, an old thief, would marry an eighth-room wife yourself and not see anyone else have her."
A girlfriend! What Yu Wen hates most in his life is hypocrites like you, who are so sanctimonious that you only allow yourself to be a prostitute and don’t let others play with your wives, you are lenient to yourself and harsh to others, and your mouth always falls on others!"
This old man has been in seclusion for many years. When he came out this time, many people didn't recognize him. He wanted to teach a junior to establish his prestige, but he didn't expect that he was kicked on the iron plate. This kid actually scolded himself as worthless.
"Sharp teeth and sharp mouth! You are so arrogant at Zhenqi Dzogchen. I don't know who accepted you into the sect. You don't even understand basic respect for elders!" the man said.
Nangong Dai tugged on Yuwen Zhouyuan's sleeve and told him to stop saying a few words. She didn't even know this old man. He had a high level of cultivation. He must be the kind of old man who practiced asceticism. These ascetic ascetics were all very powerful.
However, when Yuwen Zhouyuan's temper got worse, he didn't care.
"Respect the elderly? Then you have to see if you are worthy of it! So what if you are old? Isn't old age any less despicable, shameless and evil? Scheming, cunning, gray-bearded old thief, bright-headed man, these words are just for old people like you.
Invented!" Yuwen Zhouyuan said angrily.
"You, you, you!" The old man was so angry that his beard was trembling and he was speechless.
At this time, Ximen Zhuliu rushed over. This guy actually knew the old man. After exchanging pleasantries, the old man glared at Yuwen Zhouyuan and left.