Your Chance Is Good, Now It's Mine!

After a while, Ling Xuan walked into a pavilion.

This is a tall and splendid pavilion, and the wood selected is spirit wood over a hundred years old to ensure that it will not be rotted by insects.

At the entrance to the first floor of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, there is a middle-aged man with a gloomy face.

This person is the deacon guarding the Buddhist scriptures pavilion.

Of course, he is not some awesome elder or peerless master.

Just an ordinary deacon in the Qi Condensation environment.

In front of Ling Xuan, there are two other disciples queuing up to enter.

Both of them are outer disciples, one is strong and the other is skinny.

That majestic disciple had big arms and a round waist, full of energy and blood.

Ling Xuan glanced at it, and knew that he had at least reached the perfection of Body Tempering.

And that skinny disciple, even with a pale face, is just an entry into the Body Tempering realm.

Such outer disciples have always been the targets of Lei Yong's exploitation.

Seeing that majestic disciple, the deacon of the Sutra Pavilion got up enthusiastically, "Please come in, please come in, just tell me if you have anything to do."

And when the skinny disciple wanted to enter, he changed his face and stretched out his hand bluntly, "A low-grade spirit stone."

Lingshi is hard currency among monks.

According to the purity, spirit stones are divided into top grade, top grade, middle grade and low grade.

The ratio between them is almost always maintained at one to one hundred.

One middle-grade spirit stone can be exchanged for one hundred low-grade spirit stones.

But one hundred low-grade spirit stones may not be able to exchange for one middle-grade spirit stone, and the premium is almost one hundred and sixty, one hundred and ten.

The skinny disciple was shocked when he heard the words, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Why does that senior brother not need money to go in, but I want money to go in?"

The deacon of the Sutra Pavilion sneered disdainfully, "How can you compare with someone who has perfected Body Tempering as a beginner in Body Tempering? Hurry up and pay the money! Otherwise, you won't even be able to enter today!"

In the end, the skinny disciple couldn't stand any longer and had no choice but to walk away.

A low-grade spirit stone is already one-third of his property, how can he hand it over so easily.

After the skinny disciple left, it was Ling Xuan's turn.

The deacon of the Sutra Pavilion glanced at Ling Xuan, "Name?"

Ling Xuan reported his name.

The deacon of the Cangjing Pavilion glanced up at him, and sneered, "You are the one who used to be number one in the outer sect, you have ruined your foundation, and you still want to choose martial arts?"

Ling Xuan frowned, "Mysterious Azure Gate disciples can choose martial arts, why can't I?"

The deacon of the Sutra Pavilion laughed strangely, "Of course, I can let you in if you hand over a low-grade spirit stone."

Ling Xuan was speechless for a while.

According to the rules of the sect, it is free for disciples to enter and exit the Sutra Pavilion, and only after selecting exercises and martial arts do they have to pay.

But there are rules and countermeasures.

The deacon of the Buddhist scriptures pavilion has very little power, but he can still use this to exploit the weak and charge extra fees.

However, he shrewdly avoided the powerful disciples.

In this way, no one can do anything about him.

Ling Xuan didn't want to waste time, so he had to take out a low-grade spirit stone and pass it over.

The deacon of the Sutra Pavilion chuckled, "That's right, I just like people with knowledge, let's go in."

He waved his hand, too lazy to entangle with Ling Xuan any more.

Ling Xuan couldn't help shaking his head.

The lower layer has become like this, and the upper layer of Mysterious Azure Gate doesn't care?

Or, does the whole Mysterious Azure Gate suck?

Ling Xuan glanced at his life panel.

This person's potential has come to an end, and he can only enter the Foundation Building environment after three years, and he will be a small success in the Foundation Building environment throughout his life.

However, this person has a good opportunity recently.

[Recent chance: Three days later, I went out to Qingshan City to look for flowers and willows. On the way, I ran into a golden mouse, but failed to catch up, and only picked up three low-grade spirit stones. ]

"The golden mouse is a monster that likes shiny treasures, especially spirit stones. Its attack power is not strong, but it runs very fast. If there is no special bait, even monks at the peak of the Qi Condensation realm cannot catch up to it. "

Ling Xuan took note of this opportunity.

Bait is not difficult to make, but it needs to be prepared in advance.

Three days later, I rushed to that place with the bait, and I was sure to catch the golden mouse and take all the spirit stones it carried.

He strode forward, walking among the many bookshelves.

On the first floor of the Sutra Pavilion, there are all the exercises and martial arts of Yellow Rank.

On the second floor, there are only the exercises and martial arts of Profound Rank, but you must reach the inner disciples to go upstairs.

The reason for this arrangement is because Profound Rank's martial arts are rare and precious.

The Mysterious Azure Gate is already the largest force within a hundred miles, but there are only three Profound Rank skills and eight Profound Rank martial arts.

Classics of this level are naturally provided to the top genius disciples.

Outer disciples are naturally out of reach.

Ling Xuan moved forward slowly, his eyes quickly moved among the many exercises and martial arts, reading each book one by one, not daring to miss any one.

After a while, he found his target.

"Yellow Rank low-grade martial art, Tiger Roaring Fist!"

He picked up this seemingly ordinary boxing technique and looked it over carefully.

He noticed that the cover of this book was thicker than the average book cover.

No one will notice this unless you pick it up and look carefully.

Ling Xuan pressed hard and found something tricky under the heavy cover.

He stretched out his hand and pulled out two yellowed pages from inside the cover.

There are many small characters densely written on the pages of the book.

There are four words "Thunder Shadow Sword Art" on the top.

Ling Xuan was slightly surprised.

He had heard of this thunder shadow sword technique.

This is one of the eight Profound Rank martial arts at the bottom of the Mysterious Azure Gate press box. It is very powerful and extremely fast, and its grade has reached the middle grade of Profound Rank.

However, cultivation is very difficult, so few inner disciples practice it.

"This seems to be a new sword technique written down by a certain boss after he innovated the Thunder Shadow Sword."

Ling Xuan was excited, and immediately took it into his arms.

No matter what, this is a Profound Rank martial art.

Even a slight achievement is enough to increase one's strength by a large margin!

Ling Xuan put the Tiger Roaring Fist back to its original position, turned around and walked out of the Sutra Pavilion.

However, as soon as he walked out of the Sutra Pavilion, he bumped into Lei Yong who had just walked in.

Lei Yong frowned slightly when he saw him, "Why are you here?"

Ling Xuan didn't expect it to be such a coincidence, he ran into him right after he came out.

However, he didn't show the slightest panic, but responded calmly, "Many of my martial arts are useless, so come to the Sutra Pavilion to review them again, can't you?"

Lei Yong smiled strangely, "Of course."

If Ling Xuan dared to speak to him in this tone at the foot of the mountain, he would have punched him on the spot.

But here is the mountainside, people come and go, both inner disciples and outer disciples.

If he attacks Ling Xuan directly, it won't have a good effect.

Ling Xuan continued to move forward.

"Wait." Lei Yong swept away, and suddenly saw Ling Xuan's bulging chest.

"There's a bulge in front of you. What's hiding on your body?" Lei Yong grabbed Ling Xuan's clothes with a half-smile.

That look seemed to say, if you don't let me see it, I'll do it myself.

"I want to take on tasks and earn spirit stones. When I do things, I get hungry. I bring a few steamed buns with me. Why, can't I?" Ling Xuan pulled open the front, took out a steamed bun and waved it in front of his eyes.

Lei Yong smiled and said, "Okay, of course."

He withdrew his hand and didn't say any more, "Don't forget the rules, I will pay you one out of ten for the tasks you take on yourself."

Ling Xuan didn't say a word, quickened his pace with a cold face, and left quickly.

Lei Yong snorted coldly, and stepped into the Buddhist scriptures pavilion.

The deacon of the Sutra Pavilion at the door recognized Lei Yong and immediately greeted him graciously.

Although he is a Qi Condensation monk, he is in his forties and his potential is exhausted.

And Lei Yong is only eighteen or nineteen years old, as long as he grows up normally, his future achievements will definitely be higher than him.

Not to mention that Lei Yong is still a child of the family, and has a cousin who is an inner disciple.

He is very enthusiastic about Lei Yong.

Lei Yong nodded to him, then walked between the bookshelves.

His eyes wandered among the books of exercises and martial arts.

But he has never found a martial skill that suits him.

But at a certain moment, he suddenly stopped.

His eyes stayed on a martial arts book called "Tiger Roaring Fist".

"Hey, the cover of this book is weird."

Lei Yong picked up the Tiger Roaring Fist, and immediately felt that there might be something hidden in the cover.

But when he pressed it, he found it was empty.

"Tch, it turned out to be my illusion."

Lei Yong put down the Tiger Roaring Fist and didn't waste any more time.

However, for some reason, he suddenly felt a sense of loss.

It seems that something that should have been obtained has been lost inexplicably.