Mo Chuan's consciousness kept scanning the space rings one by one, counting the loot in the rings.
There are thousands of White Feather Sect monks such as Wen Hongyu, and there are naturally thousands of space rings.
But the White Feather Sect is a low-level sect. There must be nothing good in the thousands of space rings.
However, the little things add up, and the cultivation resources gathered from so many space rings are quite considerable.
As for Fang Xuan, Fang Zhangzhi, and Ke Shanshan, although they only have three space rings, the quantity is small, but the things inside the rings are of high quality!
After all, the three of them came from Baizhan Palace, which was the sole overlord of Baizhan State and had collected many kinds of natural and earthly treasures.
Soon, Mo Chuan cleaned up all the items in these space rings.
There was a look of horror in his eyes, and he slowly calculated in his heart: "The total amount of loot this time..."
"Elixir, 1,285 bottles!"
"Nirvana Pill, 1209 bottles!"
"Forging God Pill, 1105 bottles!"
"Rare medicinal herbs, 98 strains!"
"Various talismans, 648 pieces!"
"Lower virtual immortal weapons, 2580 pieces!"
"Mid-level virtual immortal weapon, 8 pieces!"
"High-level virtual immortal weapons, 2 pieces!"
"Super Virtual Immortal Artifact, 1 piece!"
The only super virtual immortal weapon is naturally Fang Xuan's soundless flute.
"I got it, I really got it this time..." Mo Chuan was ecstatic in his heart, with an unstoppable smile on his face.
Not to mention anything else, there are thousands of bottles of the three types of elixirs: Ascending Immortal Pill, Nirvana Pill, and Forging God Pill!
After swallowing these massive amounts of elixirs, his cultivation and strength will surely reach a higher level!
"Look at your potential and such a few defective products, it makes you happy!"
In Mo Chuan's mind, Huang Xi's voice hummed, attacking Mo Chuan mercilessly, showing no trace of the demeanor of a senior.
The corner of Mo Chuan's mouth twitched slightly, and he said helplessly: "Senior Huang Xi, you are a giant in the immortal world. These pills are naturally nothing to you, but they are very important to me!"
Huang Xi obviously didn't listen to Mo Chuan's words, but instead focused on the strange place, and hummed again: "Don't call me senior again, calling me like this makes me look older!"
The corner of Mo Chuan's mouth twitched again, "What should it be called?"
Huang Xi said calmly: "Whatever you call the female monks of your generation, you will naturally call me how you call me."
"Then let's call her... Miss Huang Xi?" Mo Chuan said cautiously. It must be said that he was really bold to call a fairy giant a girl.
But then I thought about it, Huang Xi is a very beautiful woman, at least from the appearance, she is indeed very young and does not look old.
"Yeah." Huang Xi hummed softly.
Mo Chuan said helplessly: "Then I will call you Miss Huang Xi. This is what you said yourself."
Huang Xi said nothing, but obviously agreed with Mo Chuan's words.
Mo Chuan shook his head and turned his attention back to the trophies.
He gathered all the trophies and placed them in a space ring.
Then he put this space ring on his hand.
From now on, Mo Chuan decided to put ordinary objects in the space ring on his hand to cover up people's eyes and ears.
After all, every monk basically wears a space ring. If he doesn't wear it, it will look too special and conspicuous, and it will easily arouse people's suspicion.
The really important items are all placed in the system space, such as the Chihua Furnace and the Seven-Color Fairy Flower.
boom!
At this moment, there were real energy fluctuations in the distant horizon.
A figure was flying to the White Feather Sect at high speed.
Mo Chuan's expression changed slightly and his whole body tensed up, thinking that Xuan Baijuan was here again.
Li Xuanyan, Li Yunbing, Yao Rou, and Wan Mengmeng all had equally pale faces.
"Don't worry, it's not Xuan Baiduan." Huang Xi's faint voice sounded in Mo Chuan's heart.
Mo Chuan suddenly realized that he looked at the figure on the horizon and realized that the opponent's zhenqi fluctuations were from the tenth level of the Void Immortal, and could not be from Xuan Bai Duan. He was indeed overreacting.
Li Xuanyan, Li Yunbing, Yao Rou, and Wan Mengmeng had obviously discovered this at this moment. Their expressions improved and they breathed a sigh of relief.
Not long after, a figure on the horizon came to the sky above the White Feather Sect. It was an ordinary-looking man in gray clothes.
"I am the envoy of the Fushan Sect, traveling throughout Qiansheng Prefecture to remind all the major sects not to forget the sect's martial arts competition in one month."
The tone of the man in gray clothes was as routine as ever, and he said: "This is an invitation, please keep it."
He sent a golden invitation, then walked away without staying long and disappeared into the horizon.
Mo Chuan took the golden invitation and looked at it carefully. The organizer and rewards of this sect martial arts competition were written on it.
Organizer: Fushan Sect
Meeting location: Fushan
Ranking reward: first place, the best Luo Xuan Stone (can refine the best low-level virtual immortal weapon);
Second place, Xuan Gang iron ore (the immortal weapon refined will have higher toughness);
Third place, Skyfire Crystal (refined fairy weapon with a hint of fire attribute).
The so-called sect martial arts competitions are actually competitions held regularly by the three major sects in Qiansheng Prefecture in order to demonstrate their dominance.
The three major sects take turns being the organizers.
At the same time, the rewards for martial arts competitions are also provided by the current organizer.
This time it was the turn of the organizer, Fushan Sect.
There are a large number of rare ores on Fushan Sect's Fushan Mountain, so the rewards provided this time are all related to ores.
However, Mo Chuan had no intention of participating in this sectarian martial arts competition.
First, since the Baiyu Sect was wiped out by him, why is there any need to participate in the sect's martial arts competition?
The second is that the rewards for the sect's martial arts competition are too poor. From Mo Chuan's current perspective, he can't even look down on them.
Mo Chuan held the golden invitation in both hands and was about to tear it up, but at this moment, Huang Xi's voice sounded again.
"Don't tear it apart yet. One of these prizes will be of great use to you."
[The author has something to say]
The author has a cold and is not in very good condition. Today’s chapter has a few words, so I’m very sorry.
Now that the seasons are changing and the weather is hot and cold, everyone should pay more attention to prevent colds.