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Chapter 8 Selection

"Then, I will wait for my brother in Wanjian Sect." Xiao Jian smiled at Ji Fan, feeling quite proud that he had found a disciple for the sect who could even find him with his formation eyes.

Gu Qinyuan looked at the complacency on Xiao Jian's face and showed a little disdain.

"Three channels, it seems we should go our separate ways."

She pointed to a path near the left and led the casual cultivators to go in first.

Xiao Jian said goodbye to Ji Fan and led the disciples of Wanjian Sect into the middle passage.

The three people Xu Lin and Xu Lin who were traveling with Xu Fenghu did not choose Gu Qinyuan's blessing. Instead, they followed Ji Fan and chose the third passage.

Ji Fan had a good impression of Xu Lin, and felt that the little fat man was fairly reliable, but it was not enough to make him let down his guard, so he naturally kept an eye on him.

The four of them walked into the passage lined with stone walls.

The concentration of spiritual power in the passage was higher than that in the main hall. There were huge figures carved on the stone walls on both sides, which seemed to record something remarkable. However, Ji Fan stared at them for a long time and could not see any clues.

Xu Lin and others did not think there was anything hidden in the mural, but they rushed in anxiously, fearing that the treasure ahead would be taken away by others.

The four of them began to quicken their pace, and the passage in front of them gradually widened and turned into a room filled with countless books.

"It's an ancient magic text." One of Xu Lin's brothers exclaimed, "Brother, now we have it!"

Xu Lin smiled and nodded, glancing at Ji Fan intentionally or unintentionally from the corner of his eye.

Ji Fan's contact with Gu Qinyuan and Xiao Jian was noticed by him before. Although he didn't know why the two sect disciples valued this boy who was in the early stage of the spiritual realm so much, there must be a reason.

Xu Lin decided to build a good relationship with Ji Fan. If Ji Fan grows into a towering tree in the future, he might be able to stay under it and enjoy the shade.

"Brother Ji Fan, why don't we divide this ancient magic text equally? The three of us brothers will get 50%, and you will get 50% each. How about it?" Xu Lin smiled and rubbed his hands. Although he was a little unhappy, for the sake of the future

He is still willing to give up love if he can get a steady stream of benefits.

Ji Fan remained silent and gently opened these ancient magic texts.

Although these ancient magic texts have the same outer packaging as those of the Cangmang Sect, the contents recorded inside are indeed very complicated, including lifestyle, scenery, humanities and history, most of which have nothing to do with cultivation.

Ji Fan saw some ancient magic texts related to martial arts on the innermost bookshelf. He also found that one of the books was more than three times thicker than the ordinary ones. When he opened it, Ji Fan's heart trembled slightly.

The content turned out to be the language of interpreting the world using ancient magic texts.

If this kind of book is used by others to study, more people may know the ancient magic text in the future, which will be troublesome.

After looking at Xu Lin, Ji Fan pointed to the ancient magic texts on the two innermost shelves and said, "I only want a little of those, and I'll give you the rest."

"But by the way, can you understand these ancient magic texts? Is there any magical use in bringing them back?" He asked tentatively.

Seeing that Ji Fan only wanted the ancient magic texts on the two bookshelves, Xu Lin felt happy. "Brother Ji Fan, haven't you heard that these ancient magic texts can be exchanged for spiritual crystals?"

Ji Fan shook his head.

"Of course we can't understand these ancient magic texts, but they are indeed sought after by the Huang family and other major families. By collecting these things, we can exchange them for a large sum of spiritual crystals for cultivation." Xu

Lin explained.

Could it be that all those families have learned Chinese characters and can read these so-called ancient magic texts?

Ji Fan gently closed the book in his hand, feeling a little more wary of the Huang family. From now on, even if it weren't for Yue'er, he and the Huang family would still have irresolvable conflicts because of this ancient magic text.

While Ji Fan was thinking about it, the three Xu Lin brothers had already begun to put books into storage bags freely. Ji Fan also started to put the ancient magic texts on the two bookshelves into storage bags.

The ancient magic texts on all the bookshelves were swept away, and the four of them walked through the area and walked through a passage similar to the one before.

There are still those disturbing murals on the walls, and the spiritual power is getting stronger and stronger, and the spiritual power in the body is losing nearly three times faster.

After walking for a while, Ji Fan and the others saw a rich white light at the end of the passage, and faint shouts could be heard in the white light.

The four of them hesitated for a moment, then sped up and ran towards the white light.

The mixture of fine iron and shouts echoed on the stone walls of the passage. The closer he got to the white light, the faster Ji Fan felt the spiritual power draining from his body.

Stepping into the white light, the four of them found that they had exited the passage. Their eyes, which had been temporarily blinded by the dazzling white light, gradually recovered. Ji Fan saw the scene in the hall clearly. Xiao Jian and Gu Qinyuan each led a team to fight against a tall man.

The giant hall has lost its original appearance. Huge potholes can be seen everywhere, and broken corpses are everywhere.

Ji Fan looked at the giant. His whole body was glowing with white light, and his body had round lines. He was almost the same as a human being, but he had no breath of life.

Every attack of the giant carried rolling spiritual power, and Xiao Jian and Gu Qinyuan, who had exhausted their spiritual power, could only rely on the weapons in their hands and their agility to command the team and constantly deal with the giant.

Seeing the arrival of the four people, Xiao Jian's eyes flashed with excitement, and then disappeared again. What's the use of having four more people?

At first, they thought they could deal with the two giants with the advantage of large numbers of people, but when they discovered that the giants could continuously draw spiritual power from the air, they couldn't help but feel a little desperate.

More and more people are being crushed to death by the giant's fist. Everyone knows that this treasure hunt will be a disaster.

The three Xu Lin brothers joined Gu Qinyuan's team because they saw Xu Fenghu, the captain of their original team, who was covered in blood and injuries and was constantly dodging under the attack of the giant.

Ji Fan chose to join Xiao Jian's team, as he had a good impression of this team from Wanjian Sect.

"Brother Xiao, since you can't beat him, why don't you choose to go back the way you came?" Ji Fan came to Xiao Jian, picked up the long sword on the ground, and asked anxiously to help the disciples of Wanjian Sect resist the giant's blow.

"The white light is a one-way formation. We can't get out when we enter. There are no treasures in this ruins except some ancient magic texts. The people who built this place seem to want to bury all of us here." Xiao Jian.

Seeing the junior disciples of the sect struggling to resist, they couldn't help but sigh.

Wanjian Sect has already killed several disciples who were in the late stages of spiritual realm cultivation.
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