In a few days, Guo Qizhu has refined two low-grade spiritual weapons. Among them, Lin Xiao's is a seven-ring blood-refining knife, which is extremely sharp. Moreover, when facing the enemy, the seven-ring sounds together, which can disrupt the opponent's mind. It is extremely powerful. As for Lin Yun, it is an umbrella-shaped defensive spiritual weapon, and both of them can't let go.

Wang Dong could not tell whether it was good or bad, but the little wood shook his head and creaked: "Master, such a shallow method of refining weapons is simply a waste of materials. It would be better to let me refine them to ensure the same materials and make them into top-grade spiritual weapons!"

Wang Dong was speechless. Little Wood was no better than Lao Jin. It said whatever it had. That means that Guo Qizhu's weapon refining methods were average, but I'm afraid this is also a comparison. After all, the Supreme Demon Sect is famous for refining weapons. Guo Qizhu was able to refine spiritual weapons at the beginning of the foundation-building stage, and his refining skills should be quite weak.

However, with Lin Xiao and Lin Yun's strength, even if they have high-grade spiritual weapons, they will not be able to exert their power at all. Instead, they will be taken care of by some people who are interested. Therefore, they will use these two spiritual weapons first. Then when they are stronger, they will help them refine them.

"Let's go, Brother Wang, with my current strength, plus the seven-ring blood-refining sword, I will definitely be able to enter the Great Ridge King Sect. I heard that the physical cultivation there is the best!" Lin Xiao was imposing, clenched his fist as big as a casserole, and looked confident.

Wang Dong couldn't help but smile, looked at Lin Yun and said, "Where are you? Which sect do you want to enter?"

Lin Yun bit her lip lightly and asked without answering, "Brother Wang, where are you? Which sect do you want to join?"

"Look at it again."

Wang Dong shook his head. He had never thought about these problems. Anyway, he was not short of martial arts and resources. Just find a sect. After all, the sect has sufficient spiritual energy, and he also needs to find a backstage. Perhaps the sect leader took a fancy to him and wanted to take over his mantle with tears in his nose and tears. Then he would reluctantly accept it.i^

Lin Yun's eyes were a little dimmed, but they quickly became agile. As the eyes were circulating, the charm that showed made Wang Dong feel a little dazed.

Xiaorong, who was standing on Wang Dong's shoulder, looked at Wang Dong with some confusion, and then looked at Lin Yun, thinking about something.

"Let's go, it's too late."

Although Guo Qizhu didn't have to enter any sect, he also wanted to know which sect he would enter with his talent like Wang Dong. As long as he entered any sect, Master Hua would discuss with the ancestor of that sect and vigorously cultivate Wang Dong. The Supreme Demon Sect is willing to refine ten magic weapons for their core disciples every year!

Only in this way can we talk about the succession of Brother Wang’s help from him...

Miluo City is divided into many areas, each sect occupying an area. Based on the strength of the sect, the area of ​​several major sects such as the King of Dariming and Wang Zong is definitely the largest. However, only the Jindan ancestor is in charge of those small sects, so they can naturally occupy a small area.

If you want to distinguish whether the sect is powerful or not, you will know that the crowded people are definitely the most powerful sects. The ones with a large number of people are those small sects.

Even though Lin Xiao was already mentally prepared, he couldn't help but be surprised by so many people, his mouth wide enough to allow the flies to go in and take a walk twice.

Wang Dong smiled proudly. Isn’t it just a little bit? At the job fair in China, when aunties buy gold, aren’t they all more awesome than this? It’s not a big deal!

"Wang Dong, where to go first?"

Lin Xiao was also a little confused. Lin Yun's eyes kept wandering around Wang Dong. When he heard Lin Xiao's words, he immediately met Wang Dong's eyes.

Wang Dong thought for a while and said, "Go to the King of Dariming."

Lin Xiao and his friends immediately walked towards the position of the Dariming King Sect. When they got closer, they couldn't help but gasp. Be good, these hundreds of thousands of cultivators are probably going to enter the Dariming King Sect?

Even if you test your qualifications, so many people may not be able to test it?

Guo Qizhu knew that Wang Dong didn’t know much about these, so he explained: “In fact, although there are many people, the screening is not slow. When the time comes, each sect has magic weapons for large-scale screening. You will understand in a while.”

Several people were also following the crowd. Wang Dong also saw Shangguan Wuji standing in the front, a distance away from the others. Several monks followed him and laughed. Shubei, who was also in the rat-headed and brained, was also there. Seeing Wang Dong and others, he quickly followed Shangguan Wuji to report.

Wang Dong could feel Shangguan Wuji's murderous intent as if he was cut by a knife, but he didn't care. If this kid really dared to provoke him, don't blame him for being rude, at most he would just apply oil to the soles of his feet once.

Soon, Shangguan Wuji turned his attention away. After all, this is not a good time to seek revenge. Besides, the Jindan monk was probably still in the city at the beginning...

Wang Dong didn't pay attention to Shangguan Wuji. Looking at the bustling crowd around him, and then looking at Lin Xiao's slightly excited expression, he couldn't help but sigh inwardly. It seemed that he was really old and no longer as energetic as young.

A big bell passed over the heads of the crowd and slung in the front. The jingle sounded loudly, and everyone was shocked, and the gossip disappeared completely.

An old man came down from the clouds and was suspended in the air, his expression was not angry but powerful. Although the pressure of the Nascent Soul stage was not released to everyone, it still made the people present feel a sense of palpitations.

"Now, if you want to join my Dari Ming Wangzong, come to this barrier."

As the old man finished speaking, the big bell suddenly shook slightly, and a transparent barrier fell, building a ten-meter radius.

Self-made space?

Wang Dong looked at the barrier deeply, but Lao Jin's voice sounded, with a little disdain: "What's your own space? It's obviously the space brought by this bell itself, just transfer."

As he spoke, countless monks rushed to the area of ​​ten meters in radius, and disappeared as soon as they entered the barrier. The same was true for Shangguan Wuji. Lin Xiao said with a hint of anxiety: "Wang Dong, where are we?"

Wang Dong thought for a while and said, "Brother Guo, you and Lin Yun are waiting for us here, and I will try Lin Xiao."

Guo Qizhu nodded, and Lin Yun also nodded, her beautiful eyes shining brightly, looking at Wang Dong's back.

Wang Dong and Lin Xiao followed the crowd and soon arrived at the barrier. After stepping into it, a slight rotation of space, he felt that he had reached an illusory place, as if floating in the air. There were also transparent barriers in all directions in the distance.

How to test this?

Wang Dong was puzzled. He was not as excited as Lin Xiao squatting down and touching the floor.

Lin Xiao suddenly clenched his fist and blew hard. The floor seemed transparent, but it didn't move at all. Lin Xiao immediately grinned: "It's quite thick."

Wang Dong was speechless and was about to speak, but suddenly he felt the entire space swing, and everyone was divided by an invisible wall. Then he heard a bell ringing, catching the soul, and ripples visible to the naked eye seemed to turn into sharp blades, covering everyone's bodies.
Chapter completed!