The Xiandao Courtyard early the next morning.

Wuqingfeng stood in the martial arts hall, explaining the key points of exercising the new disciples with one move and one move.

Because Ye Qing was old, he was in the last row with Su Xiang and the others.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang...

The fist wind is howling, and it is agile and fierce.

Except for Ye Qing, these newly-entered disciples have more or less basic cultivation.

Among the disciples who come to participate in this introductory selection, the person with the highest cultivation level is Liu Ziyi, who was killed by the Black Dragon. He is at the seventh level of Xuan. Among these disciples who have just joined, the highest cultivation level of Xuan is only at the fifth level of Xuan.

It was Wan Feiyu who stopped him on the road at noon yesterday and spitted on the ground.

This kid didn't say anything ruthless yesterday.

Using his fifth level of cultivation to enter the Xuan Realm, he used the dragon and snake bone refining fist in the Feiling Xuan Art to fight. Naturally, the waist and hips are integrated, and each move is correct. The fist wind is howling and the air is shaking.

But the more this happens, the more unwilling Wan Feiyu is.

I, Wan Feiyu, are the most cultivating person among this class of disciples, and I deserve to be rewarded with the Seven Treasure Golden Sword.

Now this treasure weapon has been rewarded to others before it has ended for three months. This is the most infuriating thing in the world.

When his aftermath saw Ye Qing's moves and movements, he actually didn't even meet the basic position, this anger reached its peak.

"Flat top, flat shoulders, flat feet, flat body!" A loud shout resounded throughout the room. Wu Qingfeng, with sharp eyes, walked in the center of the martial arts hall. Suddenly, he kicked together and kicked a thin disciple in the front row, directly kicking him.

"The body is shaking, where is the strength of the waist? Didn't you eat in the morning?" Wu Qingfeng scolded.

"Yes, yes, Master Xi." The thin disciple hurriedly got up and did not dare to say a word.

"Battles, stop now." Wu Qingfeng's eyebrows stood up, his face full of anger: "I warn you, I have never heard of what I have told you today, right?"

"Look at what shit you guys are practicing? Fist is not fist, feet is not feet. Every move is full of garbage and waste in the shadow of instability in the martial arts."

"Wan Feiyu, come out."

"Sir, Master," Wan Feiyu ran to the front respectfully.

"What kind of martial arts did you practice before?" Wu Qingfeng said coldly.

"This..." Wan Feiyu fell into hesitation. A practice technique can be said to be the most precious asset of a family. In order to protect the technique to the greatest extent, many families even have the bad habit of passing on men but not women.

Because a woman wants to get married, she is hard to protect herself from teaching her husband and children.

"Is Songhe Wanshou Fist?"

Wan Feiyu nodded with some difficulty.

"A very good garbage exercise." Wu Qingfeng patted Wan Feiyu's shoulder: "Songhe Wanshou Fist can reach the eighth level of Xuan, but you will never think of practicing it to the ninth level of gold body. Because it does not have the bone refining method, a martial art that does not even have the bone refining method to become a golden body, what is it not garbage?"

"If you want to become an immortal, you must have the method of refining bones." Wuqingfeng said word by word: "If tomorrow, there are the original shadows of garbage skills in the moves you practice. I don't mind using some extraordinary means to make you get rid of this bad habit."

Ye Qing stood behind, smiling like a cormorant bird.

It turns out that the deeper you practice kung fu, the harder it is to change the shadow of previous martial arts. This is the same as the abstract school masters learning Chinese painting and painting methods.

Su Xiang looked at Ye Qing and smiled ruthlessly, and said, "Brother, I'm going to the fifth level of Xuan, and it's okay to hit you a hundred."

"Let's wait and see." Ye Qing laughed.

Today's class ended a little early. Ye Qing held a jade plaque and left the Juling Sect and ran towards the city at the foot of the mountain.

The new disciples have limited scope of activities. The city at the foot of the mountain, filled with strange shops, is the only lively place to go.

Ye Qing wants to write a letter to him.

The city at the foot of the mountain has no name on the city tower, but the old disciples in the sect like to call it Lingbao City. There are many outer disciples who are hopeless to enter the Lingxu realm, and merchants who are speculating and turning down the rake, opening various shops and treasure pavilions inside. There are also disciples of the inner disciples of the Juling Sect who are in charge, operating the Danya Temple Station, and maintaining public security in the city.

Entering the city from the north gate of the city, Ye Qing walked in diameter to the most prosperous area in the middle of the city. There is a majestic pavilion covering an extremely vast area and dozens of feet high.

This is the core industry of Juling Sect in the city. In addition to setting up a station for the disciples in the sect to convey letters, there is also a place where the boss sells elixirs to make money for Juling Sect.

As a benefit for external disciples, you can send a letter home every month, and your family can also send something to you. After all, while cultivating immortals, disciples must live a life. The Giant Spirit Sect cannot cover everything and prepare everything the disciples use.

The content of the letter is very simple.

In addition to telling him that he had worshipped himself, he just asked for money.

When he left home, Ye Qing didn't bring any penny, nor did he bring any elixirs and red gold scalloped skin. Now it's time to officially join the sect and compete for financial resources to make the family's fortune.

After sending the letter, Ye Qing, who had no money in his pocket, took a walk to a bookstore called [Xian Shufang].

Knowledge is the primary productive force. Ye Qing, who has a serious lack of knowledge on cultivating immortals, urgently needs a large number of related books to charge.

Juling Sect has its own library, and it has countless books, but it will be returned after borrowing it for a few days. For example, some popular books are difficult to borrow. So Ye Qing wanted to see if there is anything he needs here first, and when the family’s money arrives, he will come and buy it directly.

There are not many customers in the Xianshufang, and a few are old disciples of the Giant Spirit Sect wearing black robes. The rest are all disciples of other sects with very exaggerated clothes and long hair.

Looking at their Shamatt dress, Ye Qing directly marked them into a wild sect that was not as good as the wild one in his heart.

"Shopkeeper, are there any books on detailed introductions to monsters and spirit beasts?"

"Yes, there are those who fly in the sky, those who run on the ground, and those who swim in the sea." The fat shopkeeper with more than a dozen jade plaques hanging around his waist immediately greeted him with a smile: "About the objective of whether you want a book or a book?"

"Book Shop?" Ye Qing thought to himself whether it was a book made of bamboo pieces?

Another young bird who had just started, the shopkeeper had a sweet sweet heart, but his face looked amiable: "There are two kinds of books, one is an ordinary book, and the other is a master of artifacts who used magic power to engrave text into jade plaques."

"Hurry, take a look at the second one."

The fat shopkeeper casually untied a green jade plaque from his waist: "Yes~ Close your eyes and carefully sense the book in his hand."

At first, Ye Qing was worried about whether his pitiful sensing ability could work, but when he closed his eyes, he felt like he came to the cinema to watch a three-dimensional movie.

"The Story of Ten Thousand Demons"

Twelve great monsters.

Spiritual beasts in the world.

Wild alien species.

Tiger, leopard, lion, bear.

Insect, snake, fox, lynn.

Dozens of eyes appeared in front of Ye Qing's eyes, and he calmed down his mind and visualized a catalog at will. Immediately, pictures and texts with alternating light and shadow appeared in his eyes, introducing the living habits of this species, valuable parts, dangers and weaknesses.

"Why are they all running on the ground?" Ye Qing's expression was very excited. It was so amazing. A small jade tablet could hold so much information.

"The others are a bit expensive." The fat shopkeeper showed a cunning smile like a fox: "We still have blank jade slips for sale. I can help you compile any book you want."

"How expensive is it?" Ye Qing subconsciously covered the seat of his wallet, and then found that he had a small porcelain bottle containing the thirteen detoxification pills given by Wuqingfeng and one of his own.

"The Ten Thousand Demons' Classic of One Hundred Tags of Gold, the Record of Seven Seas Monsters, and the Record of Nine Heavens Feather Demons, the Record of Two Hundred Tags of Gold."

"Why don't you go and grab it?" Ye Qing looked at the shopkeeper's eyes, as if he was watching a lunatic. Three books were written into a short book of 500 taels of gold.

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