As a member of the Mu family, he must not offend the Baoqi Sect.
Yang Haoran is different. Tianjimen's reputation has been ruined anyway.
No, Tianjimen has no reputation at all.
Therefore, it is more appropriate for Yang Haoran to take the blame.
Feeling the burning gazes of the three treasure sect members, Yang Haoran placed the number plate on the table.
"I don't recognize this thing at all, someone just put it down deliberately.
A man who looks like a beggar, you should have seen him, he just came downstairs."
The elder of Baoqi Sect chuckled and asked the two disciples behind him to surround Yang Haoran.
"It was the beggar who asked us to come up.
Say that you are also a weapon refining master, and you look down on the weapon refining techniques of our Bao Weapon Sect.
Is this true?"
Yang Haoran shook his head repeatedly: "It's fake. I'm a disciple of Tianji Sect. If you don't believe me, just look at it."
The rotating Heavenly Secret Disk spiraled out, the proper symbol of the disciple of the Head of the Heavenly Secret Sect.
The treasure weapon sect elder sneered again.
"He said that you are indeed a disciple of Tianji Sect.
I stole this number plate to prepare to participate in the weapon refining competition of our Bao Weapon Sect, so that our Bao Weapon Sect will know how high the sky is and how high it is.
So you don’t need to say anything.”
Yang Haoran was speechless for a while, where did the beggar come from? Is he here specifically to trick him?
Mu Qishan looked surprised, there was something strange about this matter!
Yang Haoran handed the number plate to the Baoqi Sect elder.
"Senior, this matter is purely a misunderstanding.
You were all fooled by that guy.
I never said that at all. Since this number plate belongs to the Treasure Weapon Sect, I will return it to you now."
The elder of the Baoqi Sect did not reach out to pick it up, but had a dark expression on his face.
"It's too late, this matter has been announced to everyone in the city just now.
Regardless of whether you said it or not, you must participate in our weapon refining competition.
Otherwise, people who don't know the truth will think that our Treasure Sect is not good at refining weapons and use our power to overwhelm others.
I don’t want to memorize this precious pot.”
Yang Haoran was speechless. This time it was a scholar meeting a soldier, so he couldn't explain why.
"What should I do if I really don't know how to refine weapons?"
"Haha, if you don't know how to refine weapons, you will be stealing items from the Treasure Sect, and you will not only be punished.
I still have to stay in the Baoqi Sect as a handyman for a full year!
Until you learn how to refine weapons, then announce to the public that the Bao Weapon Sect is the best in the world in weapon refining!"
Mu Qishan was immediately anxious. What would he do if Yang Haoran deprived him of his skills?
"This elder, I am Mu Qishan from the Mu family, do you think you can be accommodating?
In fact, this matter is not so complicated?"
The elder of Baoqi Sect sneered: "I can't be accommodating.
Tomorrow is the weapon refining competition between the disciples of the Treasure Sect.
This number plate is the proof of the participating disciples.
If you are not afraid of the Bao Weapon Sect’s pursuit order, you don’t have to show up. Let’s go.”
While Yang Haoran and others looked confused, three people from the Treasure Weapon Sect came and went in a hurry.
After leaving Zuixian Tower, the three of them trotted all the way to the entrance of the alley next to it.
The beggar who had been eating and drinking just now was sitting on the floor, picking his teeth with a bamboo stick.
"Sir, the matter has been settled. That boy dare not not go."
The beggar stretched lazily.
"I just want to see if this guy's weapon-refining skills have improved.
You are not allowed to bully him and ask him to show his true level.
If you don’t do it right, be careful as I demolish the Baoqizong’s treasure building!”
Chang Baorong, the elder of Baoqi Sect, looked bitter and agreed repeatedly.
This Supreme Elder's divine dragon never sees its end, and it comes up again and again.
However, his strength is unpredictable and his temper is very weird.
If he really wanted to make his old man unhappy, he would really dare to dismantle the Treasure Weapon Sect.
This is a real living ancestor, even the head of the Bao Weapon Sect will treat him as his grandson when he sees him!
The young man upstairs didn't know how he provoked this living ancestor, and he caused trouble for them.
On the second floor of Zuixian Building, the atmosphere is a little weird.
Yang Haoran looked at Mu Qishan: "Brother, how about you and I leaving the city now?"
Mu Qishan rolled his eyes: "Don't you want the storage ring?
Besides, the Baoqi Sect is not a vegetarian, and what they say cannot be taken seriously.
The Bao Weapon Sect’s death order is very serious, and there are many people who are willing to do things for the Bao Wen Sect.”
Yang Haoran felt depressed for a while, but the key was that he couldn't figure it out.
How did that guy know that he knew how to refine weapons?
Moreover, the other party's intention is also very confusing. It is obviously to force him to participate in some kind of weapon refining competition.
What's the purpose of this?
The key is that Yang Haoran couldn't guess the beggar's identity, otherwise he would know why.
At the entrance of the alley next to Zuixian Tower, after Chang Baorong led people away.
The beggar stood up lightly and gently twirled his fingers.
A group of green flames emerged out of thin air. Although it was only a small group, it contained extremely terrifying destructive power.
If Yang Haoran were here, he would definitely exclaim, hellfire!
Yang Haoran and his party left Zuixian Tower and had to inquire about the Bao Weapon Sect's weapon refining competition.
Only then did things gradually become clear.
The Baoqi Sect holds an weapon-refining competition among its disciples every year to test the disciples' cultivation achievements.
And use this to inspire the disciples of Baoqi Sect to work hard.
In fact, the weapon refining competition has reached the final stage.
The number plate in Yang Haoran's hand is a token of entering the finals.
After inquiring about the location of the competition, Mu Qishan patted Yang Haoran on the shoulder.
"Second brother, although this matter is a bit strange, I don't think there is any harm in the Bao Weapon Sect.
We will go with you tomorrow and nothing will happen."
Having said this, Mu Qishan paused and looked at Yang Haoran.
"Are you really a weapon refiner?"
Yang Haoran rolled his eyes: "Moreover, alchemist is my specialty.
If that doesn't work, you can steal another Xunxian Sect number plate and I'll compete with you."
Mu Qishan smiled awkwardly: "That's not necessary."
Mu Qing snorted from the side.
“Bite off more than you can chew; the more you know, the less you will master it.
If you say you know everything, you know nothing.
That beggar must have known you a long time ago and deliberately made you look embarrassed."
Yang Haoran did not refute. Although Mu Qing was talking nonsense, it was very possible.
The Baoqi Sect has several squares in Fengyi City, which are specially used for disciples to publicly display their weapon refining methods.
The weapon-refining competition was held in one of its squares.
A ragged beggar arrived early and swooped onto a stone pillar.
And no one noticed all this.
The beggar sat firmly on the top of the pillar, but if someone looked over, they would not see anything.
Only those who are above the Nascent Soul stage will notice that there is a flame on the pillar.
Because it was the finals of the Weapon Refining Competition, all the Treasure Weapon Sect disciples who had qualified for the finals had already arrived at the square.