Qingyuan Immortal Palace

Then there was another green boat, rushing into the sky.

However, there was a large alchemy cauldron on the flying boat, and a faint medicinal fragrance emanated from the cauldron.

"Huh? It turned out to be a second-level elixir, the Miaoxiang Pill!"

"This Qingxu Sect actually used the Miaoxiang Pill as incense. It seems that they want to use this luxury to enhance the prestige of the sect." There was a cry of surprise from the crowd.

An old man with an eagle hook nose was next to the alchemy furnace, tasting the incense and drinking tea, with a calm look.

He was the elder of the Qingxu Sect, Liu Wuchong, who was said to be a sixth-level alchemist.

As a high-level alchemist, he was very famous throughout Linglan Mountain, and even in the Tang Dynasty and the Great Zhou.

Then, a mechanical house slowly fell from the sky and instantly turned into a small palace.

This was obviously the Wanxiang Sect, which was good at mechanical arrays.

However, since the Wanxiang Sect was named "Wanxiang", it not only studied mechanical arrays, but also other elixirs, weapon training, and talisman making.

But it is precisely because they take too many things into consideration that many disciples of Wanxiang Sect are good at everything but not good at anything.

As a result, Wanxiang Sect ranks last among the six major sects in Linglan Mountain.

"Hahaha~~ Old man Lu, why are you late again? I told you that your mechanism house should have been replaced long ago."

As soon as Wanxiang Sect landed, Duanmu Xiong, an elder of the Refining Sect next to him, made a sarcastic remark.

Lu Qianji, the elder of Wanxiang Sect, did not refute, but just talked about everything and let the matter go.

Suddenly, a sharp whistle came from the sky, and all the Jindan masters stopped talking in an instant, with solemn expressions.

Soon, a flying boat in the shape of a giant sword landed in the sky, and a cultivator in his forties stood on the bow.

Unlike the others, he carried a giant sword four or five feet long and half a foot wide on his back.

When this person came, Fang Yang could vaguely feel his spiritual power pressure, which was higher than that of several other Jindan cultivators.

Fang Yang's heart trembled slightly, and he instantly understood that this cultivator had at least the middle stage of the Golden Core.

What was even more terrifying was that as long as this person looked at you, it was as if his eyes would turn into a sharp sword and pierce your heart, making people dare not look at him.

This person was obviously the elder of the Aojian Immortal Sect, the first sect in Linglan Mountain, and was known as the Sky-supporting Immortal Sword, Li Jiran.

As soon as Li Jiran arrived at the scene, he first glanced at the elders of several other sects and nodded slightly as a greeting.

Then he glanced at the many Qi training cultivators who wanted to enter the immortal sect, but this glance was full of contempt, just like examining the meat for sale at the street meat stall.

It seemed that in his eyes, low-level cultivators in the Qi training period were no different from goods.

Fang Yang's superb spiritual thoughts observed this keenly, and even accidentally exchanged glances with Li Jiran.

Instantly, Fang Yang's head was splitting, as if someone had stabbed his eyes with a sword. If it weren't for the instant operation of the Invisible Art in his body, he would probably have been directly injured in the Yuanshen.

Li Jiran snorted coldly, as if he was mocking the little ants in the Qi training stage who dared to look at him.

However, according to his personality, if there were not so many people here, he would have taken this ignorant little cultivator and skinned him.

However, in his opinion, the Qi training cultivators who were stared at by him with the sword-condensing mind method might be injured in the Yuanying.

Even those who were hit would not be able to make further progress in their lifetime.

Therefore, he did not continue to embarrass Fang Yang.

"Hmph! What's so great about a Jindan cultivator! I will definitely step on you in the future!"

Fang Yang endured the severe pain, forced himself to be calm, and swallowed another purple heart nourishing spirit pill to ensure that his Yuanying was not injured.

If it were not for his own strong mind, plus the purple heart nourishing spirit pill that could heal his mind, I am afraid that his mind would really be damaged, stopping his cultivation.

Fang Yang naturally did not dare to do it again, but he was furious in his heart.

Linglan Mountain respected the Aojian Immortal Sect because the Aojian Immortal Sect had two ancestors in the Yuanying period, one in the early stage and the other in the middle stage.

The other sects only have one Yuanying early stage master, so the Aojian Immortal Sect has a superior status.

Not only does it occupy the largest and best spiritual vein of Linglan Mountain, its resources are naturally the most abundant.

Of course, the Aojian Immortal Sect has the highest requirements for recruiting disciples.

Soon, after the major sects got off the flying boat, they each set up gorgeous tents as temporary bases for recruiting disciples.

Only the Wanxiang Sect still has the mechanical tower, which can be used directly without any arrangement.

Fang Yang has carefully considered which sect to join.

Originally, Fang Yang now has Qingyuan Immortal Mountain and countless spiritual herbs. If he joins Qingxu Sect, which refines pills, he will probably be like a fish in water.

However, Fang Yang's final choice is Wanxiang Sect, not Qingxu Sect.

In fact, in Fang Yang's view, he can obtain inexhaustible resources with Qingyuan Immortal Mountain, so there will probably be no major bottleneck for him in alchemy.

Only when his cultivation is high, everything will come naturally.

However, the Wanxiang Sect is all-encompassing and has everything, which Fang Yang values ​​very much.

Although Fang Yang is only at the Qi training stage now, he has already had great ambitions.

He will not limit himself to a low level, but will consider his future.

Fang Yang and other Qi training cultivators who want to join the sect chatted here and asked there, showing a very enthusiastic look.

Finally, Fang Yang slowly walked to the area near the Wanxiang Sect.

At this time, in front of the Wanxiang Sect's mechanism tower, a dozen foundation-building monks were surrounding the elder Lu Qianji who was sitting in front of the tower.

Immediately in front of them was a row of exquisite tables and chairs made of fine Xianyuan wood, and the collection area of ​​the Wanxiang Gate was set up.

You know, a foot-long piece of fairy wood can already be used to refine magic weapons, and here there is a row of large tables made of more than ten feet of fairy wood.

This shows that although the Wanxiang Sect ranks last among the six immortal sects, it is still very impressive compared to the smaller sects.

In front of the collection office, a plaque was erected with a bunch of tasks written on it.

Depending on the difficulty, as long as you meet a few simple tasks among the above tasks, or a casual cultivator who meets a difficult task, you will have the opportunity to join the sect.

At this time, a gray-haired old foundation-building monk sat in front of the collection office.

Fang Yang and a group of casual cultivators quickly gathered in front of the mission plaque and studied it carefully.

"You want to find 10 inner elixirs of third-level monsters? Isn't this a joke?"

A monk at the eighth level of qi training said with a mournful face. You must know that the third-level monsters are directly equivalent to the monks in the late stage of qi training, and the third-level peak monsters such as the multi-winged fire tiger are all at the level of foundation-building monks.

"Deploy a formation that can block the monks in the early stage of foundation building. As long as it can trap half a cup of tea, it will pass~~Hey~~~"

"It is possible to trap ordinary Foundation-Building monks with half a cup of tea, but trapping Foundation-Building monks who are proficient in formations from the Wanxiang Sect is simply a fantasy!"

"I think it's better to fight the third-level monster."

Many casual cultivators started chattering under the mission plaque.

Fang Yang also read these tasks from top to bottom twice.

But Fang Yang was different from other casual cultivators, he already knew it in his heart.

But I was also secretly surprised by the Wanxiang Gate.

The Wanxiang Sect's task of recruiting disciples is really all-encompassing and multifaceted.

There are searching for spiritual herbs, refining spiritual elixirs, arranging formations, making talismans, making formations...

Although they say they bite off more than they can chew, this is not the case with Wanxiang Sect. They actually encourage their disciples to develop in many aspects.

And it seems that it can be ranked among the six major sects, and it is indeed developing extremely well.

This time, each of the six sects, including the Wanxiang Sect, only recruits 50 new disciples.

Fang Yang and a group of Qi-training monks lined up outside the recruitment office of Wanxiang Gate. Fang Yang's position was neither forward nor backward. He was submerged among thousands of monks of about the same level and looked inconspicuous at all.

After a while, monks who met the requirements handed in the task.

"Isn't it just the inner elixir of ten third-level monsters? It's just fifteen thousand spirit stones, haha~~"

I saw a monk who looked like a rich man in gorgeous clothes looked at Fang Yang and the other casual cultivators with contempt, and threw out ten third-level monster inner elixirs the size of goose eggs.

"This is Li Hu, a branch of Li Chunqiu, the elder of Jindan of Wanxiang Sect. The Li family is a big family in the Linglan Mountains. They threw out more than 10,000 spirit stones without blinking an eye."

Some casual cultivators who were familiar with the situation talked about it. However, Li Hu obviously didn't care at all about these people's comments, and instead enjoyed them a little.

Many monks are extremely envious of Li Hu, who spends millions of dollars.

Fang Yang was extremely calm, without any change, and lined up step by step.

Within an hour, the Wanxiang Sect had already recruited eighteen disciples. Many of these disciples were monks with strong family backgrounds, so they quickly completed the sect's tasks and met the conditions for becoming disciples.

After all these people joined, more and more of them were small cultivators from the cultivator family, or simply went it alone. Some of the rogue cultivators with solid backgrounds directly started setting up stalls in order to meet the conditions for joining the sect.

"I use one pound of black iron crystals to exchange for five third-level monster inner elixirs!" a strong man shouted.

"I use three pieces of fairy wood to exchange for the inner elixir of two third-level monsters!"

"I'll exchange a high-grade magic weapon for one thousand, five hundred spiritual stones!"

In this way, the monks began to exchange what they had, and after a while, several more monks met the conditions, almost halfway.

Suddenly, someone rushed out of the crowd and asked, "Excuse me, senior, how long will it take for it to end?" Fang Yang took a closer look and saw that he was a tall and sturdy man, but he looked a bit honest.

"According to the rules, it's seven days!" The old foundation-building man in charge of recruitment replied impatiently.

"Okay! I'm going to fight the monsters right away!" The big man cursed, "When I came from the village this time, I encountered a damn fourth-level two-headed lizard, and all the good things in my body were consumed. It seems like we have to kill some more third-level monsters.”

As he spoke, the big man hurriedly ran out of the city. Although he didn't have the Wind Control Curse, his speed was no slower than using the Wind Control Curse.

"You're going to kill a monster now? And it's a third-level monster?"

As soon as the big man said his words, everyone started talking.

"That's right, this time we need the inner elixirs of ten third-level monsters!" Another person was also surprised.

"Huh, of course the natives in the mountains have amazing fighting power, but their cultivation is just average, so there's no need to make a fuss about it." A monk explained with a smile.

There are also some barbarians in Linglan Mountain. They are born with supernatural powers and have inherited some ancient secrets. They are worthy of becoming monks.

However, even if they become monks, they are still discriminated against. Among the six sects, only the inclusive Wanxiang Sect is willing to accept them as disciples.

So I guess this big man is also a barbarian, so he can only try his best to join the Wanxiang Sect.

After more than half an hour, Fang Yang walked around, sweating profusely, as if he was running around to complete the task.

Then Fang Yang took out a storage bag from his arms and took out thirty bottles of third-level elixirs specified by the Wanxiang Sect.