Nei Zong disciple hall.
Zhao Wujin stood in the center. On both sides, there were nine Nei Zong elders whose aura was not much weaker than him. Several of them were even equal to him.
Following Li Fuchen and others arrived at the main hall.
Zhao Wujin opened the mouth and said, "I will set off to the Baicao Secret Realm today. Before that, first receive your sword and the bag."
With that said, ten Nei Zong deacons each brought up a sword and an animal skin bag.
Taking the treasure sword, Li Fuchen drew it lightly, clang, the forcing cold air and sword air radiated, making people stand upright.
"It's a mysterious-level intermediate sword, Wujin sword!"
Li Fuchen secretly said in his heart.
The Wujin sword is the saber of the true disciple. It is extremely sharp, blows hair and cuts the hair, and cuts iron like mud. When an ordinary yellow sword strikes it, one sword will be cut off, even if it is a black iron sword and a Wujin sword. Also can't hold a few swords.
"A black gold sword is worth at least more than one hundred thousand gold coins, and it is hard to find a sword outside, and you can't buy any gold coins."
Li Fuchen sighed for the mastery of the Zongmen.
His eyes moved away from the Wujin sword and landed on the animal skin bag.
"This should be the bag made of the hide of the beast. The price of this bag is even higher than that of the Ujin Sword!"
The beast, the fourth-level monster, has a trace of space attributes and can swallow all things in the world. The bag made of its animal skin can store a lot of things. A small bag may hold the next one. Big water tank.
"Pour the true energy into the bag, and the bag will open, try it." The elder Nei Zong next to Zhao Wuxi said.
Hearing that, everyone poured true energy into the bag.
Sure enough, the mouth of the holding bag opened automatically, and Li Fuchen took a look inside. It was clearly a palm-sized holding bag, but the space inside was one meter in size.
"so amazing!"
The ten people were shocked when they saw the bag for the first time.
"The world is so big that there are no surprises. For this world, it is better to be in awe." Li Fuchen calmed down his shock.
Zhao Wuendi said: "The Baicao Secret Realm has been opened for a full week. During this week, you should collect as many useful herbs and ores as possible. You can avoid fighting, and try not to fight. Of course, if others are bullied, don’t worry. Now, my disciple of the Canglan Sect, I don't cause trouble, but I'm not afraid of trouble, but if I have the opportunity, I should try to get together as much as possible, and don't give other disciples a chance to kill one by one."
"Yes, Grand Elder."
Ten people nodded.
Zhao Wujin continued: "In addition to beware of other sect disciples, you should also beware of the monsters in the Baicao Secret Realm. These monsters have strayed into the Baicao Secret Realm. The high-level monsters strayed into it, causing heavy losses to the major sect disciples. Of course, this probability is very small and almost negligible, so don't worry about it."
After explaining what he should explain, Zhao Wujin waved his hand, "Follow me."
After finishing speaking, first walk out of the Nei Zong disciple hall.
Outside the hall, Zhao Wujin said to the elder Nei Zong next to him: "Elder Liang, call your two darlings here!"
Elder Liang disheveled his head like a savage, he laughed, and suddenly blew a loud whistle.
Karma!
Roar!
Two flying monsters flew from a mountain in the distance.
"so big!"
The pupils of Li Fuchen and others shrank.
These two flying monsters, one of which is a bird monster, is covered with golden feathers. Each feather is several feet long. With its wings spread out, it is more than 20 meters long, covering the sky and the sun.
The other monster has wings on its body, but a bird's head at the end of its tail, and its wings stretched out to be nearly 20 meters long.
The fourth-level low-level monster golden bird.
The fourth-level low-level monster winged tiger.
To be precise, it can't be said to be a monster beast, but a spirit beast.
The spirit beast was domesticated from the monster beast, the demon qi has long been eliminated, and only the spirit qi is left in the body.
"This elder Liang really has the ability to reach the sky, he actually domesticated two fourth-level low-level monsters." Feeling the majestic spiritual pressure brought by the two fourth-level low-level beasts, Li Fuchen ten people only found it difficult to breathe.
The fourth-level low-level spirit beasts are comparable to the low-level warriors of the Tiangang realm, and the aura in the body is more majestic than the low-rank warriors of the Tiangang realm. If it were not for the fighting skills to be inferior to humans, the middle-rank warriors of the Tiangang realm would not be lower than the fourth level. Tier spirit beast opponent.
When the golden bird and the winged tiger landed, Zhao Wuendan said, "Go all up!"
The backs of the golden birds and the winged tigers are big enough to hold dozens of people.
Li Fuchen and Zhao Wujin stood on the backs of the Winged Tiger, along with Chen Fanghua, three other Nei Zong disciples, and four Nei Zong elders.
The rest went to the back of the golden bird.
"rise!"
Elder Liang said hello.
The golden bird and the winged tiger exerted their power on their hind legs, soaring into the sky, and disappeared into the clouds in the blink of an eye a few times.
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The Four Regions Mountain Range is located at the junction of the Canglan Region, the Sky Fiend Region, the Mad Sabre Region, and the Lingyin Region, and most of them are in the Lingyin Region.
In the center of the Siyu Mountains, there is a huge lake called Baicao Lake.
At this moment, on the lake of Baicao Lake, two sects have come first, each with 20 people, ten Nei Sect elders, and 10 Nei Sect disciples.
These two sects are Crazy Blade Sect and Lingyin Sect.
Whether it is the elder of Nei Zong or the disciple of Nei Zong, the back of the mad knife sect is embroidered with a big knife. This big knife is extremely domineering. There are nine rings on the back of the knife, and the hilt is a tiger's head, showing the wild wind.
Everyone in the Lingyin Sect had a dark cloud on their sleeves, each of them was secretive, erratic, and seemed to disappear at any time, which made people dare not ignore it.
The two disciples looked at each other, their eyes contained astonishing hostility and killing intent, and there was quite a disagreement, and the taste of fighting.
Karma!
Roar!
From the horizon, a beast roar suddenly came, and the sound was harsh and loud.
"The Canglan Sect's people are here."
The elder of the Inner Sect of the Crazy Knife Sect is a bearded old man with a white gold unsheathed sword on his back. This large sword is one person high and one foot wide at its widest point. The old man’s eyes are sharp and domineering between the opening and closing of his eyelids. In essence, people dare not look directly at it.
In a short while, the golden bird and the winged tiger came to the sky above Baicao Lake.
"Go down."
Zhao Wujin jumped down first.
The others also jumped down.
Shattering!
The surface of the lake was rippled, and all the twenty members of the Canglan Sect fell on the lake.
With a wave of Elder Liang's hand, the golden bird and the winged tiger left, not knowing where they went for food.
"Zhao Wujin, long time no see."
The elder of the Inner Sect of the Crazy Sword Sect laughed, and the horror as a sword-like momentum impacted Zhao Wujin.
"He Lianhu, you old thing is really rude."
Zhao Wujin also released his aura, contending with Hao Lianhu.
Rumble!
A column of water rises on the surface of Baicao Lake, which is the result of the two men confronting each other.
"The people from the Tianshamen are here."
The elder of the inner sect of the Lingyin Sect was a weird old woman. The old woman raised her head and looked towards the sky.
From the horizon, a four-winged pitch black spirit beast flew over.
This dark beast is larger than a golden bird or a winged tiger, and its wings spread out to be more than 30 meters long. It is like a moving dark cloud. During the flight, the overwhelming terrifying coercion rolls back like a violent wind. .