Bai Yueguang's stand-in cries all over the realm of comprehension

a few days later.

A spaceship with the words "Taixuan Jianzong" printed on it came out of the clouds and landed steadily at the inner gate of Taixuan Jianzong.

As soon as Jiang Yanlu came down from the cabin, he saw the three of Xin Zhu waiting at the door.

Feng Miaomiao trotted and hugged Jiang Yanlu: "Little sister, you are finally back! We miss you so much!"

Jiang Yanlu touched her head and said in surprise, "How do you know we're coming back today?"

Cheng Xinglan jumped off the spaceship: "Of course I told them in advance that I'm leaving the sect for a few months, so of course I want them to welcome us!"

Mingcheng also smiled and said: "Junior sister, junior brother, little... junior brother."

Jiang Yanlu was even more surprised: "Brother, you..."

Xin Zhu explained with a smile on the side: "During the few months you left the sect, senior brother practiced hard to speak, and finally improved from one word at a time to two words at a time!"

Jiang Yanlu also smiled and said: "Brother, you are too powerful! Has your cultivation improved?"

The smile on Mingcheng's face disappeared instantly.

Jiang Yanlu pulled Cheng Xinglan away from Qiyue: "Junior Brother is now in the middle stage of Golden Core Realm. Senior Brother and Senior Sister broke through to Golden Core earlier than Junior Brother. Shouldn't we reflect on it?"

Cheng Xinglan puffed out his chest: "Little sister is right!"

Xin Zhu and Mingcheng: "..."

The two turned their heads and ran back, as if stepping on a hot wheel: "Let's go back to practice now!"

Feng Miaomiao also sneaked away: "Little sister, I'm going back to practice too!"

Jiang Yanlu took Cheng Xinglan and Qiyue to the mission hall to file the mission cards.

Then he was called over by Zhenjun Xuanqing who came back from Yunyou.

Zhenjun Xuanqing's ability to adapt and accept is extremely strong.

He was already familiar with the scene where his apprentice's cultivation level skyrocketed once while he was wandering around.

He simply asked about what happened in Pantu's desert secret realm, and the encounter with two demon cultivators in the God Transformation Realm, and asked them to go back.

Jiang Yanlu did not leave: "Master, do you know a reliable craftsman?"

Zhenjun Xuanqing stroked his beard and asked, "Yes, why are you asking this?"

Jiang Yanlu didn't hide it: "I have a little golden flame sand in my hand, but the gold in it hasn't been extracted yet, I want to make some magic tools."

Cheng Xinglan followed suit and said, "And me, Master! I also want to make utensils."

Zhenjun Xuanqing was very efficient.

On the second day, a craftsman who was about the same size as him was dragged from the foot of the mountain.

The refiner's face was flushed, as if he had just finished drinking, his face was full of beards, and his eyes were like two copper bells.

Zhenjun Xuanqing stood with him, his eyes were not as wide as the other's eyebrows.

On the way there, he had already told the craftsman the demands of his two disciples.

The craftsman said in a rough voice: "Brother, it's not that I don't want to make utensils for your two apprentices, and it's not that you don't know that the magic utensils made of gold refined by Jin Yansha are good, but if there is only a little gold Yansha can't be used as a magic weapon at all."

"It's hard for a clever woman to cook without rice, aren't you embarrassing me!"

Xuanqing Zhenjun said "Hey": "You have already drunk the wine that the old man treasured. Even if my apprentice only has a grain of golden flame sand in his hand, you still have to make them a magic weapon!"

The craftsman sighed: "You have tricked me again! Well, for your sake, I will do two methods for your two apprentices for free—"

Before he finished speaking, Jiang Yanlu threw out several mustard seed bags, all of which were filled with golden flame sand.

"Master, is this golden flame sand enough?"

Cheng Xinglan also took out a bag of mustard seeds: "I have some too!"

His Golden Flame Sand was obtained from the house where Jiang Yanlu and the others dug the ground for gerbils.

The refiner put the aura into the mustard bag, and gasped in shock: "Where did you get so much golden flame sand?!"

Zhenjun Xuanqing said with a smile: "You don't have to worry about it, you just need to make magic tools according to the needs of my apprentices."

Jiang Yanlu smiled again and took out a small mustard seed bag, which contained the golden flame sand she had obtained before entering the secret realm.

She handed it to the refiner: "These golden flame sands are a little of our hearts."

The refiner's face burst into a smile.

For him now, getting this small mustard bag of golden flame sand is more satisfying than getting a spirit stone.

Zhenjun Xuanqing snorted twice: "The thank you gift from my apprentice, you should hurry up and take it away."

"Okay, okay! Don't worry, my two nephews, the matter of refining and making utensils are all covered by the old man!"

*

After solving the matter of the magic weapon, Jiang Yanlu went down the mountain alone again.

Go and order a special dress for Dabai.

Sell ​​the corpse and outer armor of the mutated Hongying ants.

He found another remote place and asked the tree spirit to plant the butt meat that Dabai had gnawed off in the soil, and harvested six Juling Bidi trees.

Finally, I went to Zhengqi Pavilion.

She planned to buy some more spiritual plants for refining the third-grade elixir.

In front of the counter of the Zhengqi Pavilion, a woman wearing a white bamboo hat stood paying Lingshi.

Jiang Yanlu glanced casually, and caught a glimpse of a small brown mole that was not very obvious on her tiger's mouth.

After paying for the spirit stone, she quickly took her hand back and hurried away with the pill bottle.

Jiang Yanlu withdrew his gaze and frowned slightly.

Why does that woman's hand look so familiar?

But she never paid attention to the hands of the people around her, and she couldn't remember who the hands belonged to for a while.

She simply stopped thinking about it and followed the buddies of the Zhengqi Pavilion into the backyard to pick out Lingzhi.

The next day.

Taixuan Sword Sect has finally fixed the time for the annual sect assessment.

Just half a month later.

In this sect assessment, both inner disciples and outer disciples will participate, including several true emperor's personal disciples.

And the result of this assessment is related to the quota for the Illusory Realm Test of the Town Demon Tower in the near future.

If the assessment fails, the sect will take back the quota for the Illusory Realm Test of the Town Demon Tower.

It also means that this group of disciples will not only have one less chance to practice than other disciples who passed the examination, but will also be punished by the sect.

If the result of the assessment is so bad that it is outrageous, the disciples of the inner sect will be kicked to the outer sect.

Therefore, from the moment the assessment time was announced, Taixuan Jianzong jumped up and down.

Especially when seeing so many assessment contents, I feel like a thunderbolt hits my head.

"Randomly select ten sets of sword skills, and practice all the sword skills on the spot?!"

"I have only figured out five sets of swordsmanship in total, can I temporarily create the other five sets?"

"Elder Yinzheng's patriarchal history course takes two days?! He didn't draw the key points for us! What is the test?"

"The General Rules of the Taixuan Sword Sect (No. 30 Second Edition) is silently written from the first article to the thousandth article? Is Elder Yinzheng crazy or am I crazy?"

"Screw me, I just recited No.30."

"...What did I say when I just recited the third article?"