Ye Shaochong's eyes were condensed, and he looked at the young man walking towards him and sneered: "What? Zhuo Wuhen, you Beishan people want to make trouble?" As soon as he finished speaking, more than twenty young men quickly gathered behind him.

Zhuo Wuhen raised his hands and said, "Crack down? Your people have crossed the line!" After that, more than a dozen people behind him threw out two young men. The two young men were beaten to the point of blue eyes and said in a low voice: "Ye... Brother Ye, I'm sorry."

Ye Shaochong nodded and sneered: "Very good! Very good! Kill them for me!"

Seeing that the two sides were about to fight, some of the new junior sisters who entered this year were scared and a cold voice suddenly sounded outside the crowd: "What are you doing?"

But a young man in white came over and everyone greeted him respectfully: "Senior Brother Wu."

Wu Yue glanced at the two of them, then glanced at the crowd, and shouted: "Newly entered junior brother and junior sister! Come together!"

Dozens of newcomers quickly stood in four rows. Xiao Chen thought to himself that the outer sect was indeed the outer sect, which was in chaos and chaotic, and did not look like a sect of immortal cultivation. Instead, it looked like a place in the world of three religions and all kinds of things. He shook his head and sighed, and walked over to the third prince.

"Now, let me go to the Treasure Pavilion, and everyone can choose a magic weapon, immortal sword that they like."

As a famous sect, Sanqing Sect cannot be shabby even if it is an outer sect. Everyone can pick a magic weapon. Everyone was very happy and everyone cheered: "Is there any magic weapon to take?"

After a stick of incense, everyone came to a place called the Treasure Pavilion. At the door was an old man in gray, smoking a dry tobacco. A small sandalwood table was placed in front of him, and a small purple-brown tripod was placed on the table for the purpose of placing ashes.

Everyone was very excited. Wu Yue walked to the door and said respectfully: "Elder Wu, the new disciples have arrived."

Elder Wu then raised his head and glanced at the crowd lightly.

In addition to the five elders of the Sanqing Sect, there are many other elders, but they are just nominal elders, such as the Danfang Elder, the Jiange Elder, and the Chuangong Elder in the inner sect, which can only be regarded as elders, and the so-called elders of the outer sect are actually just praises from the disciples.

Prince Qi whispered: "This elder Wu is so arrogant, he is so majestic."

Xiao Chen smiled faintly and said, "If you stay here for decades, you can still sit in that position."

"Really!" Prince Zhao was very excited, but he immediately cooled down. For decades... Isn't that just a disciple who could not be promoted to an inner sect for decades?

Elder Wu knocked the ashes into the purple-brown cauldron, coughed and said, "Okay, don't say that our Sanqingmen didn't give you magic weapons, come in and pick them all. Each person can only get one, and they are not allowed to hide it."

Dozens of people rushed in immediately, but in fact, everyone was disappointed after entering and complained: "What are these things?"

I saw a small room a few feet apart, with some swords, guns, swords and halberds in a mess, and some broken and rusty. This is the so-called fairy sword, and then there are some cracked mirrors, broken corners of banners, and only fans left with fan bones. This is the so-called magic weapon, and there are endless complaints for a while.

Xiao Chen couldn't help laughing in the end. What kind of treasure pavilion is this? It's simply a rag recycling bin.

Prince Zhao complained, "Elder, what kind of broken iron are you all? The disciples who are given to the Tianfeng Sect are at least at the level of spiritual treasures. We don't ask for spiritual treasures, but at least we have to take out a few decent mortal treasures, right?"

"That's right, I heard that although the Canglan Sword Sect gave it was not a spiritual treasure, it was at least a great treasure." Someone echoed.

Among the magical swords and magic weapons, there are also grades. From bottom to top, they are mortal treasures, Hongbao, Lingbao, Holy treasures, Immortals, Gods, Hongmeng, etc., and Xiao Chen’s Wumin Immortal Sword. For a moment, it seems that it is at least the level of immortals.

Elder Wu knocked the cigarette pot on the small tripod a few times, and with a bang, it actually broke. He said impatiently: "Hello Tianfeng Sect, good at Canglan Sword Sect, why don't you go to their place? What are you going to do when you go to our Sanqing Sect? If you want love, don't get out!"

"Oh, forget it, pick it, summer is coming soon, at least you can take it back to drive away mosquitoes."

Prince Zhao said with a frown: "If I had known, I would have secretly brought out the Shangfang sword of my father." As he said that, he picked up a handful of things that I don't know, and shouted: "What is this thing? It's all rusted. Is it a big-headed sword? It's used to chop? It's chop? Or poke? Tell me how to use this thing?"

Elder Wu said angrily: "That's the spatula I use to cook! Put it down for me!"

"Oh, it turns out that this is the legendary spatula." Prince Zhao threw the spatula down, but somehow came from, and shouted: "Damn! What is this? There is mud on it, so don't tell me that this is also used for cooking! Tell me how to cook!"

Elder Wu's face turned red and white: "That's the hoe I used to dig vegetables! You..." At the end of his speech, he went straight to a scree and kicked him away.

Everyone around laughed. Prince Zhao got up in a mess and never dared to touch things anymore.

So everyone "happily" picked something they "loved". Xiao Chen walked up to Elder Wu, looked at the purple-brown cauldron on the table, and said, "Elder, can you give this to me?"

Elder Wu glanced at the small tripod full of ashes and said, "This is what I usually use to knock out ashes. Do you want it?"

Xiao Chen nodded.

"Oh, okay, the tobacco pot is broken anyway. I'll buy another set again. I'll give it to you. There is also a lid, and I'll give it to you." Elder Wu said, and then he touched a small purple-brown round cover from the cabinet next to him. It seemed that it was the same set as the small tripod.

Xiao Chen nodded and smiled: "Thank you, Elder." As he said that, he put away the small tripod, and the rest of the people burst into laughter: "It's okay to pick up a sword! Are you stupid?"

At the most noisy moment in the room, a young man in white walked in, carrying three big bags in his hand. He didn't know what was inside, and a faint fragrance of herbal medicine filled his eyes.

Elder Wu immediately raised his hand to calm everyone down, then smiled at the young man who had just approached and said respectfully: "I don't know what's wrong?"

The young man's face was gloomy: "Where is Elder Liu and Elder Song? Why don't you see anyone in broad daylight?"

Elder Wu had a cold sweat behind him and said with a smile: "This...this, maybe..."

"Hmph!" The young man brushed his sleeves and put three big bags on the table: "I will temper these medicinal materials this month. Next month, the elder of the Royal Dan Room needs it, so you must be quick! Do you hear it clearly!"

Elder Wu looked bitter: "This... wasn't just last month..."

"Yeah?" the young man glared at him.

"Okay, it's okay, I will definitely practice this month, don't worry."

"Hmph!" The young man brushed his sleeves and glanced at everyone before leaving with his sword.

After the man left, Elder Wu finally breathed a sigh of relief. He looked at the three big bags on the table and shook his head and sighed. When the others saw it, they did not dare to ask anything more and walked out of the house.

"Okay, let's go back. It's okay today. There will be classes tomorrow. Everyone must arrive." Elder Wu waved his hand, angry but not strong.

It was almost noon, and Prince Zhao said, "I'm so hungry, let's go, the kitchen hall seems to be open today."

Everyone then walked towards Luoxiafeng Restaurant. The restaurant was quite neat and clean, and the cookers were not messy. Everyone was quite satisfied, but after a while...

"What! A plate of shredded potatoes costs twenty taels of silver! You can count the potatoes according to the number of them?"

"A plate of vegetables costs thirty taels! Are you Luoxia Peak so poor that you are robbing money?"

Everyone was stunned when they looked at the price tags on the wall. Beef chicken legs and other feelings were beyond their reach.

A chef smiled and said, "No one is forcing you to buy it. Isn't it good to boil sweet potatoes? It's green and natural. The vegetables on our Luoxia Peak are full of spirituality. Eating them will definitely prolong your life."

"The problem is that a boiled sweet potato costs ten taels of silver! Are you robbing money or robbing money??"

At this time, three men in rich clothes and clothes walked in: "No money? Why don't you have money to cultivate immortals? Come and have a plate of boiled beef, a plate of braised carp, a plate of fried shrimps, steamed yellow chicken, and a floured loquat with noodles..."

Everyone was stunned: "Can you finish ordering so much?"

"I can't finish eating? I can throw it away if I can't finish eating! Our Zhao Kingdom is rich in resources and has money." Prince Zhao said, and he was about to sit down as soon as he brushed the hem of his clothes. He hurried up after sitting halfway and said with a smile: "Senior Brother Xiao, you sit first."

A man next to him sneered and said, "With you, the prince here, I think you, Zhao State, are living in poverty and starving all over the world?"

"Rare!" Prince Zhao slapped the table, and as soon as he sat down, he stood up again.

Xiao Chen coughed and knocked with chopsticks: "No dispute with others, so there is no mercy. This is the first step to cultivate immortals, remember it."

"Hehe, senior brother said it very well, no oil or oil..."

A moment later, Chuancai Xiaosheng brought a plate of something unknown. Prince Zhao looked into the plate, looked up and asked, "Why are there only the oil-burned loquats? Where is the noodles?"

Chuancai Xiaosheng glanced at him: "No noodles? Noodles, and other ingredients have not been delivered today, only this one." He said that and walked back.

"Ahem, you guys eat it, I'll go back first."

Xiao Chen said as he got up and went out. Fortunately, when he returned to the courtyard, Xiao Ruo had already prepared a table full of vegetables waiting for him.

"Where did you get the pots and pans?" he asked in surprise.

"Hehe, I went to Elder Wu in the morning."
Chapter completed!