152 The Fan of Wind and Clouds

Yan Xuan brought Ye Qin, Chen Bao, and four other Qingyi disciples to a small camp in Qingdanmen camp for the final preparation. She was not old, about eighteen or nineteen years old, about one year younger than Ye Qin. She was full of arrogance from a senior disciple of the sect, and she could hardly look at the four Qingyi disciples.

However, she did things without any ambiguity and was quite neat. She asked the four of them to take out all weapons, equipment and various items she carried with her, and asked her to check them out, so that they could know each other's strength. The success or failure of this exploration of the cave mission is related to the ownership of the Foundation Establishment Pill, and it has a great impact on her and she dare not be careless.

Yan Xuan stared at Chen Bao.

Since Chen Bao was named by Yan Xuan, he had a sad face and was listless. "Here, Senior Sister Yan, this is all my possessions. A low-grade spirit knife, a demon-bound rope, five low-grade spirit stones, and a small stack of talisman paper. The rest are gone." He took out the things in his storage bag and lit them, and then quickly stuffed them back.

Yan Xuan didn't care and turned her head to look at the other two disciples in Qing's clothes.

These two disciples in Qingyi were quite silent from beginning to end. They introduced themselves.

One of them was Zhang Yunzi, a young man in his eighth level of Qi Refining Stage, about thirty years old. He spoke very politely, quite respectful and cautiously, and did not show his sharpness.

Another man's surname is Kong, and the 9th level of Qi Refining Period. He is a skinny old man in his fifties with gray hair and he didn't say what his name is. Yan Xuan asked a question, and his answer was timid and unhappy.

Yan Xuan asked a few questions, but she was out of patience to pay attention to it again.

However, after these simple interrogations, everyone still understood why Old Man Kong had to participate in this bloody and cruel cave trial.

The disciples of Qingdan Sect usually do not stay in the master. If they have no hope of building a foundation before the age of 60 and do not hold any deacon position in the sect, they will usually be sent away and left the master.

Old Man Kong is now fifty-eight or ninety years old, and he has been in the sect for 20 or 30 years, and has never had a status and is the target of being cleared out. This Wankuling Cave Trial can be said to be his last chance.

If you really cannot obtain the Foundation Establishment Pill, you can only go to other countries to find a territory to take root, spread branches and leaves for the Qingdan Sect, and expand your bloodline and inheritance. If this kind of disciple who comes out of the Qingdan Sect often gets a little true teaching of the Qingdan Sect, it is easy to join the master again if his descendants of the future generations.

Both of them were well prepared, and each brought three or four low-level, intermediate-level spiritual weapons, a small stack of talisman paper, and more than ten spiritual stones were essential. High-level monks like them who had been in the sect for a long time had a few good intermediate-level and above spiritual weapons, which was normal, but it was strange.

Ye Qin was the last person to take out his belongings.

He thought about it and took out an intermediate-level spirit flame knife and a pair of intermediate-level defensive spirit weapon steel shield. Although these two items were stolen from Zhao Qiankun, they were all street shops and many people used them, and no one would doubt their origins. In addition, there were more than ten low-level talisman papers and seven or eight low-grade spirit stones.

Ye Qin guessed that he would definitely take out this item after entering the cave. There is no need to hide it. This is basically consistent with his current strength.

As for the flame thorn seeds, frost thorn seeds, low-level magic weapon Xuanyin sword, high-level spiritual weapon Bat King wings, flame fruit wine, these items, Ye Qin did not take them out. This is his trump card in the bottom of the box, just in case of an accident.

It depends on these things to truly save his life in the cave trial.

Moreover, Ye Qin is sure that Chen Bao, Zhang Yunzi, Old Man Kong and others must have kept their own private interests and will not show off their true killer weapon.

As for Yan Xuan, she had no intention of taking out her things for the four Qingyi disciples to see. She was the captain, and she could just know it. There was no need for a few Qingyi disciples who were cannon fodder to know so much.

Soon, the morning time passed, and the members of the team got to know each other and were ready.

At noon, Master Wu and other masters from the foundation-building stage came out of the camp tent and gathered the first seven teams to go to Wankuling to participate in the cave trial, as well as the white-veiled masked girl, a total of more than 40 disciples.

The first trial was led by Mr. Wu and others.

Wu Ruiyang slapped the storage bag around his waist, and a magic weapon that was only the size of a palm flew out from it. It was a small fan floating in the air.

"rise--!"

Mr. Wu waved his fingers and shouted loudly.

The small fan as big as a palm flew towards the sky and rose wildly in the wind. In an instant, it rose to a radius of ten feet in size, flying in the sky, covering a large shadow, and gust of wind blew.

I don’t know what material the giant fan was made of, pure white as jade, and brilliantly radiant. On the fan, there were many patterns and spells, and clouds filled with clouds and fogs. The clouds suddenly turned into green mountains and rivers, and in the blink of an eye, they turned into flying birds and galloping spirit beasts, biting and fighting each other, and finally formed vortexes and disappeared. All these changes deeply attracted the eyes of all the gazes, as if the painting was a fairyland, making people unable to help but want to get a glimpse of the truth.

Hundreds of green-clothed disciples gathered nearby were stunned. Many blue-clothed disciples who knew the treasures exclaimed in a low voice, "Fengyun Liucai Fan, a high-level magic weapon!", "That is the most powerful magic weapon in the master!"

"Come up and follow me to Wanku Ridge!"

At some point, Master Wu was already standing in the wind on the tip of the giant fan, his white clothes fluttering, indescribably arrogant and transcendent. He shouted coldly to the disciples on the ground, awakening the disciples in green who were shocked on the spot.

All the disciples who participated in the trial flew over to the Fengyun Fan.

Ye Qin's eyes were gradually attracted into the vortex of the wind and cloud fan. He suddenly subconsciously bit his lips hard and bit out a few drops of blood. Then he suddenly woke up, but he had already sweated a lot.

This magic weapon is so powerful that when I first watched it, I was shocked and was attracted to my mind without realizing it.

Ye Qin didn't dare to look again, thinking in his heart, "When he used the Xuanyin Sword and instilled magic power with all his strength, he could only increase to more than one foot or at most two feet. Compared to the skills of Master Wu, it is countless times worse than that of Master Wu."

Under normal circumstances, the size of a magic weapon is itself a symbol of power. The larger the magic weapon, the more materials it consumes, the more magic power it needs to consume when using it, and the power it exerts will naturally become more terrifying.

Such a giant fan magic weapon that is more than ten feet long, can probably make him, a cultivator at the ninth level of Qi Refining Stage, into meat sauce.

Ye Qin was shocked and felt the terror of a monk in the Foundation Establishment Stage for the first time.

He gradually understood why so many immortal cultivators in Xianyuan City wanted to go crazy and would not spare their lives to break into the Lingwu Grand Canyon, but also to find a way to join the Immortal Cultivation Sect. It was not only for the longevity, but also for the awesome strength. Any cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Stage is a very awesome cultivator in Xianyuan City.

Ye Qin fell into pain in an instant.

Since joining the Qingdan Sect, he has devoted himself to practicing, just to increase his life span and live longer, and does not want to die in his 80s. However, he participated in this cave trial to break through the bottleneck of foundation building as soon as possible. He did not want to practice to reach the ninth level of "Sitting and Forgetful Sutra" and die in a confused way when he encountered a bottleneck of martial arts.

Other aspects, wealth, power, and women, he almost never considered them.

His desire has always been very small and simple - to live.

It was precisely for this little desire that he could not be even smaller that he wandered from a remote village and for a meal to Zhuqi County and joined the Medicine King Gang's medicinal collection hall. In order to live long, he traveled thousands of miles from Wu Kingdom to Xianyuan City. He then went from Xianyuan City to Qingdan Gate.

Before he knew it, he was already a cultivator at the ninth level of Qi Refining Stage. This cultivation level is enough to be called a top immortal cultivator in Xianyuan City and various countries. However, in Qingdan Sect and Lingwu Mountains, he is still an ant that can be controlled by others. He will die if he pinched it, and he doesn’t even have the chance to resist.

But even such a small desire may be shattered at any time. If the top leaders of the sect want him to be cannon fodder, he has to bite the bullet and be the cannon fodder. Now it seems too luxurious to ask him to consider wealth, power, and women.

"Living does not give anyone a chance to manipulate their lives."

Ye Qin's eyes were slightly red, bloodshot, his whole body trembled slightly, staring at the giant fan that was more than ten feet in the air, and secretly swore in his heart. He knew that it would be very difficult and very difficult to do this. In the world of immortal cultivation, only high-level monks are qualified to manipulate their own lives and dominate the lives of low-level monks. The rest of the people are mediocre people, and they live under the shadow of high-level monks for life.

However, no matter how difficult it is, he must do it. After all, he only has such a small life and cherishes it very much, and he cannot let others do it randomly. For this small desire, he needs stronger strength.

Then, Ye Qin followed the disciples in green and jumped onto the giant fan.

When other disciples saw his eyes flushed, they thought he was too excited and had no other thoughts.

The leader of the sect carried more than ten disciples of Blue and Qingyi and flew away from the Qingdanmen camp first.

Then, several deputy sect leaders and elders showed off their magic weapons, either magic swords, magic swords, or magic staff, and turned into giant magic weapons several feet long, carrying the remaining dozens of blue-clothed disciples and green-clothed disciples to Wankuling.
Chapter completed!