The Ancestor of Body Repair

"Senior Brother Zhang, this small valley provides a place for disciples to refine weapons. Below the valley is the Earth Fire Branch that was transferred by several elders with great magical powers."

A wretched-looking middle-aged man stepped on a leaf-shaped flying instrument, suspended in mid-air, and introduced it eloquently to a big man next to the imperial envoy Lingsuo.

Below them to the left, is a small valley that exudes a hot breath and extends for several miles.

The big man with a face full of flesh is naturally Lu Kun who has just entered the blood refining sect under the pseudonym Zhang Yiyang.

This middle-aged man, Yuan Dazhu, is a low-level disciple guarding the entrance hall. His name sounds rough, but he is thin and has thin eyebrows and small eyes, which is completely incompatible with his name.

Yuan Dazhu's aptitude is not high, and relying on his family, he was able to enter the Blood Refinement Sect and be able to practice in this spiritual place.

Although the Blood Refinement Sect forbids the killing of the same sect, as long as no one is killed, it is not a violation of the sect's oath. In order to compete for some tasks and other resources with more contribution points, the internal competition of the Blood Refinement Sect is very fierce.

This is especially evident between the Qi-refining and Foundation-building cultivators, who often fight for their own interests.

Yuan Dazhu is a slick person, and he always curtsies with his powerful classmates. Although he can't get any substantial benefits, at least he has a familiar face, and not many people come to him to trouble him.

Compassionate with fellow sects with a high cultivation level, and Yuan Dazhu only took on simple tasks within the sect, but he was safe and stable, and barely cultivated to the tenth level of Qi Refining.

Such a situation is very rare in the blood refining sect. If it is a normal qi refining period, it is impossible to cultivate in the sect for more than 20 years.

They are either promoted to the foundation-building stage, or they are secretly grabbed for resources by other colleagues.

These people often have to return to the original family due to lack of resources, and honestly reproduce offspring, striving to create offspring with strong spiritual roots and aptitude.

Compared with these people, Yuan Dazhu is much more fortunate. At least he is still in the blood refining sect. With the abundant spiritual energy here, it may not be impossible for him to cultivate to the perfection of Qi refining in his lifetime.

Yuan Dazhu has curated many disciples, and now he has set his sights on Zhang Yiyang, a loose cultivator who has just started.

In his opinion, standing out from the hundred qi-refining stage loose cultivators, this piece of Yi Yang's absolute combat power exploded, and he was a thigh that couldn't be thicker, and he must hug it.

But be careful, he still has to try this thigh.

Yuan Dazhu continued to speak, and his small eyes rolled.

"Senior Brother Zhang, there is a pharmacy over there. As long as you have enough contribution points, you can even exchange ten of the foundation pills!"

When Lu Kun heard this, he said eagerly, "Boy, how do I exchange the Foundation Establishment Pill?"

Yuan Dazhu knew that he would ask such a question, and immediately said: "The foundation building Dan is extremely valuable, and it takes fifty contribution points to exchange one."

Then he said with some envy: "Senior brother, in the first week of your entry, it is said that you can go to the mission hall and exchange spirit stones for contribution points."

Yuan Dazhu paused and said regretfully: "Unfortunately, when I entered the hall, I was forced to hand over all the spiritual stones in my hand before I entered the mission hall."

Lu Kun said strangely: "Why, is it possible that there are still people in the door who robbed the spirit stone."

Yuan Dazhu said with a look of fear: "Brother Zhang, the huge building on the top of the mountain in front is the mission hall of this sect. We should not go there. There is a group of people guarding the door all the year round."

"If you want to enter the Qi-refining stage, you just need to hand in a few spirit stones. But if you are a new disciple, you must hand over all the spirit stones on your body, or your limbs will be broken."

Zhang Yiyang asked suspiciously, "Is this group of cultivators at the Foundation Establishment stage?"

Yuan Dazhu shook his head unceasingly: "Senior in the Foundation Establishment period, how could I have the leisure to do this, these people are all at the twelfth level of Qi Refining, and they are all disciples of the first three families of this sect, even if they are disciples of the Great Perfection of Qi Refining, You have to take care of the three families behind it.”

A gleam of light flashed in Lu Kun's eyes: "Is it clear that the money is collected, and the sect doesn't matter?"

Yuan Dazhu replied: "In the Blood Refinement Sect, the weak and the strong eat, as long as it doesn't violate the sect's oath, and it doesn't say that it can't be robbed."

Hearing this, Lu Kun's face trembled, and his face was full of excitement: "Haha, you didn't come to the Blood Refinement Sect by mistake, let's go, let's go to the mission hall."

After speaking, he took the lead and flew to the mountain in front.

"You took the initiative, but I didn't encourage you."

Muttering in his heart, Yuan Dazhu also urged the leaf-shaped magic weapon under his feet, opened a little distance, and followed Lu Kun from a distance.

...

The mission hall occupies a small half of the top of the mountain. The main entrance is more than ten feet wide. Two lions made of black jade stand in front of the door, and there is an inexplicable restraint on it.

Under the steps in front of the main entrance, stood three disciples of the Blood Refinement Sect. One of them, a man and a woman, each holding a jade slip, was addicted to it, while the other black-faced man smiled and looked at the coming and going figures.

He only stared at the qi-refining disciples. Every low-level disciple who was going to enter the mission hall honestly threw him a spirit stone or two before entering the mission hall.

The black-faced man weighed a storage bag in his hand and was extremely satisfied. In just ten days of this month, he had accumulated more than a thousand spirit stones in his hand, and he might be able to get five thousand spirit stones this month.

For a major sect like the Blood Refining Sect, the number of disciples in the Qi refining period is beyond imagination, there are thousands of people.

These low-level disciples all need the sect to contribute points for the sect's medicine pill resources. There are at least a hundred low-level disciples who come to the mission hall every day.

The black-faced man glanced at the two people beside him, feeling a little unhappy in his heart.

"The family is also true. They actually sent three people here. Who would offend our Ma family because of one or two spiritual stones."

No more than what he thought, the extortion of Lingshi at the entrance of the mission hall was already covered by the three largest families.

Each family can earn nearly 20,000 spirit stones in four months, as long as two or three qi-refining 12th-level monks are randomly selected. Everyone wants this kind of good thing.

As long as you don't belong to the three major families, once you enter the mission hall, you have to hand over the spirit stone honestly.

Just when the black-faced man was thinking wildly, suddenly a man with a face full of flesh came from not far away, and his body flashed with the aura of the Great Perfection of Qi Refining.

"Hey, I haven't seen this disciple before, so he's a newcomer?" Immortal cultivators could remember them after they developed spiritual consciousness. Although the black-faced man couldn't recognize every qi-cultivating cultivator, at least they all looked familiar.

"When the new disciples have not yet entered, could it be a loose cultivator from the Blood Mist Valley!"

Not only the black-faced man, but the two people next to him also discovered this strange man, and their eyes burst into excitement.

You must know that the loose cultivators in the Bloodmist Valley have picked up so many storage bags in the valley, and they are all rich and oily, and they extort the spiritual stones of these loose cultivators.

As for the combat power of the Loose Cultivators, although these people were a little apprehensive, they didn't take it to heart. They were prepared with special primary top-level Talismans, and the Loose Cultivators who had entered the first class had all been subdued by their Talismans.

Soon, the loose cultivator with a face full of flesh came directly in front of them. He folded his arms and said lazily: "You three, hand over all the spirit stones in your hands to Lao Tzu, don't force me to do it."

The black-faced man's expression froze, this sentence should be what he wants to say.