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In front of the long table next to the gate of the hall, a skinny old man with gray hair was sitting there. He was the Immortal Guardian here, and he was busy recording the classics exchanged by the disciples of the sect and deducting the corresponding amount of immortal stones.

Yuan Futu stepped forward, seeing the number of immortal stones and the level of immortal spells on the account book out of the corner of his eye, he couldn't help but gasped, all transactions cost tens of thousands, it seems that there are quite a few local tyrants here.

There are many disciples with strong family backgrounds in the Wanshen Sect, and it is said that there are quotas that are simply smashed out with fairy stones, and they can be exempted from the abnormally severe assessment.

Yuan Futu presented the three celestial methods, and said: "I am sorry to be an immortal. My disciple is Yuan Futu who just entered the sect yesterday. The master said that there is a quota of one thousand celestial stones that can be used."

In the world of earth and immortals, the word "immortal" is an honorary title. The immortal guarding the temple nodded, and quickly found Yuan Futu's name from the list of disciples. He frowned and said, "These three classics are already a thousand immortal stones. , do you still have spare time to buy elixir and celestial artifacts?"

Yuan Futu shook his head and said, "Not anymore."

The immortal who guarded the temple snorted, "The elixir is second, but the immortal artifact is a must. The lowest-level human-level immortal artifact costs five or six hundred immortal stones. Without it, let alone cultivation, even the most basic imperial sky flight is useless." Can't do it, have you figured it out?"

Yuan Futu smiled awkwardly, "Then buy it when you have it. These classics are more important to me."

"There are very few disciples who choose the immortal method of seven hundred immortal stones as soon as they come up. You are quite courageous." The old man saw the "The First Explanation of the Divine Pattern" again, suddenly laughed, and said, "You really don't understand the market. My new disciple is actually interested in this kind of thing. Anyway, I can’t get out a book in a hundred years anyway, so I will give it to you. A total of [-] immortal stones will be deducted, and the remaining [-] immortal stones will be exchanged at the Immortal Hall Let’s buy a pill, so that we can recover the boundary power lost in the assessment.”

Yuan Futu didn't understand what was so special about this "First Explanation of the Divine Pattern", since it was exempted by the immortal guarding the temple, it would be great, and said: "Thank you, immortal."

The immortal guarding the temple waved his hand, "If you can really get a glimpse of the mystery with the divine pattern, then it will be really amazing."

Yuan Futu frowned, but felt that "The First Explanation of the Divine Pattern" became more mysterious and interesting.

"This storage bag is for you. It has the nature of space and can store living things. Although it is the most common thing, it is much better than your inferior goods from Tianyuan Small World." The storage bag was handed over.

Yuan Futu sensed it with his spiritual sense, but found that the space inside was extremely large, almost the same size as this Immortal Scripture Hall, and it could actually store living things. The storage bag itself was also extremely tough. Compared with it, Kyushu The storage bags refined in the world are not worth mentioning.

After putting the three classics into the storage bag, Yuan Futu left the Immortal Scripture Hall and went to the nearby Immortal Pill Hall to exchange the remaining one hundred immortal stones for a low-grade human-level elixir called Buyuan Pill. It doesn't matter much in terms of cultivation, it's just that it can restore the exhausted state of Yuanshenhai as soon as possible.

Once too much is consumed, the operation of Yuanshenhai will become sluggish, and the speed of deriving boundary power will also be affected, but this kind of elixir can quickly relieve it and make it return to normal.

"Okay, I've spent all the thousand immortal stones, let's go back first." Yuan Futu patted his still limp storage bag, left the main peak of Wanshenzong, and walked along the mountain road towards Bubai Immortal's cave.

At this moment, there was a burst of laughter from the tree-lined path ahead.

Yuan Futu stopped abruptly, hid sideways behind an old tree, and looked forward.

"Haha, you stinky fish, you only know this trick for more than ten years, and you can't beat our new junior brother, how pitiful." A disciple in Tsing Yi laughed mockingly.

And beside him stood three disciples of the Wanshen Sect in the same attire, watching with great interest the fighting skills of the two in front of them.

I saw a fat man with a fat body panting like a cow, holding a fairy sword with his trembling fleshy palms, with a large bruise on his face, as if he had been beaten badly.

"Fame with a sword!"

Fatty swung his sword forward, and the force above the sword surged, and a bright light green aura emerged.

"Fame with a sword!"

The new disciple who was confronting him used the same sword art, and the two sword shadows collided together. Fatty's world power was obviously superior, but his comprehension of the sword art seemed to be a level behind.

Seeing that hazy sword shadow was smashed to pieces immediately, the new disciple stepped forward, slapped the fat man's cheek with a round swing, knocking him to the ground.

"Becoming famous with one sword is the most basic move in "Wutian Sword Realm". My junior brother can defeat you after only learning it for more than a month, but after more than ten years, you still look like this. There is no progress at all, and I don't know what face you have to stay here." The disciple in Tsing Yi snorted coldly, with a disgusting expression on his face.

The fat man was not lightly injured, but he still staggered to his feet, spat out his mouthful of blood, and said, "I will definitely learn this trick... just wait, and I tell you, I will definitely not leave Wanshen Sect."

The disciple in Tsing Yi said coldly: "Back then you were able to enter the Ten Thousand Gods Sect because of a pile of fairy stones, but it's not easy for a mortal tribe like yours to raise such a large sum of money, but I don't care about that much, some people don't want to You are here, you have to get out of here."

"Is it Master?" The fat man lowered his head slowly, and said in a deep voice, "Is it because I have embarrassed him?"

"You don't need to know about this. In short, leave here as soon as possible, otherwise the days to come will not be so easy. Let's go."

Immediately, the group of disciples with evil faces left here.

The fat man stood on the spot, silent for a long time, his face seemed to stiffen, then he let out a loud roar, and chopped down the surrounding old trees with the low-grade human-level fairy weapon.

"Why! Why can't I learn it! Why does the master hate me! Why didn't you give me a chance!" Fatty seemed to have gone crazy, and there was a mess in an instant.

After a while, he sat down on his buttocks, sighing weakly and decadently.

"Brother."

At this time, Yuan Futu appeared in front of him. He didn't want to expose his scars, so he pretended not to see the humiliating scene just now, and said, "What are you doing sitting here?"