The days of accompany the senior sister to cultivate immortals

Chapter 8 You are only as good as your name
The office hall is located near the mountain gate, and the Treasure Pavilion is on the first peak to which the owner of the gate belongs, so the momentum is naturally extraordinary.

There are five levels in Zhenbao Pavilion, which are Outer Sect, Inner Sect, In-Law, Elder, and Sect Master. The identities of Lin Feng’s Outer Sect disciples have been recorded and stored in the warehouse. You don’t need Yue’er’s help to greet them. Enter the outer door pavilion.

"Thank you, brother!"

Lin Feng clasped his fists together, thanked him, and then went into the pavilion.

When I came in to see it, I was suddenly surprised, what kind of Magic Artifact Pavilion is this, it is clearly a grocery store.

Rows of wooden shelves are placed with various types of weapons, swords, guns, swords and sticks. At first glance, it is dazzling. Some of them have names and small-print introductions on them, and some are simply placed on the shelves. A bunch of messy situations, it is impossible to see whether it is good or bad.

Although the Treasure Pavilion is full of weapons that disciples of the Xuanji Sect can use, there are still two to three thousand pieces. It's just that a large number of disciples have been recruited in ten years not long ago, and a large number of good quality ones have been selected.

What is left today are almost crooked melons and dates, and most of them can no longer be used normally.

Lin Feng was a little speechless, the treatment of outer disciples was really bad enough.

However, the cultivation base of the outer disciples themselves is also in an embarrassing period. It is a pity that they can't control good things. Most disciples will not be picky if they have a weapon that is handy.

When entering the Treasure Pavilion, a time-keeping incense will be lit, so as not to waste time and cause trouble for the disciples inside.

Lin Feng walked around, looked around, shook his head with a wry smile, and said, "What are they? The sword is broken in half, the knife is wound, and the iron gun and wooden stick are still rusty. Forget it...forget it! "

He thought he could find something good, just to pick up a leak, but in fact, the things that could be picked up had been picked up by the disciples in front of him long ago, and the things left to him were not as good as the kitchen knife in Qian Xuefeng's kitchen.

Forget it, it's a waste to take it, it's better to leave it for others who need it.

Withdrew speechlessly, Lin Feng was planning to tell the disciples guarding the gate the truth that he couldn't pick anyone he wanted, so he didn't pick any more.

But the disciple guarding the gate glanced at Lin Feng, and immediately opened his mouth and shouted: "Lin Feng, disciple of Qian Xuefeng's outer sect, take the Qingxuan sword!"

Lin Feng was taken aback, "Damn it, what the hell, I didn't take anything, the shitty Qingxuan sword."

"Senior brother, I didn't choose the right weapon!" Lin Feng said hastily.

If it weren't for Lin Feng's profound background, the disciple guarding the door really wanted to slap this bastard away, and immediately said, "Isn't it hanging on your waist!" no.

Only then did Lin Feng look down, and there was actually a weapon hanging from his waist, and he exclaimed, "Damn, what's going on!"

Quickly mentioning this sword, to be honest, calling it a sword is really exaggerating it.

Inferior scabbard, plain hilt, once pulled out, the sword body is black all over, what is even more frustrating is that the sword is broken in half, a good long sword, which is good, it turned into a long sword dagger.

It was really speechless, and Lin Feng wanted to argue, but the disciple guarding the gate had already registered the information, so he immediately stopped thinking about it.

I don't bother to care about it, anyway, even if there is an argument, it will at most give a chance for re-election, and those crooked melons in the cabinet are not as good as this sword.

Hey!Lin Feng looked at the Broken Sword in his hand, Qingxuan Baoyan, only the name was a little bit higher.

After teasing himself, Lin Feng didn't hesitate, he hung the Qingxuan Sword on his waist, turned and walked out.

But at the moment of turning around, he bumped into someone head-on. This person was strong and strong. Unprepared, Lin Feng was knocked two or three steps away.

"Damn it, where are you bastards, you don't have eyes when you walk, do you?" The man roared with a ferocious look on his face.

This roar immediately attracted the attention of the surrounding people.

"It's Liu Hao, why is he here?"

"This junior brother is probably new here, so it's going to be troublesome now!"

There was a lot of discussion around, but Lin Feng lowered his head. In addition, he was a head shorter than Liu Hao. Liu Hao couldn't see his expression at the moment, but he was so scared that he almost peed his pants!
Liu Hao, who was thinking this way, opened his mouth to speak, but his whole body suddenly felt a little unbelievable to the young boy in front of him.

Lin Feng's expression was stern, and there was a hint of fierceness in his eyes, and he was rarely angry.

"You did it on purpose!" Lin Feng stared at Liu Hao and said.

Liu Hao's heart skipped a beat, but how could he admit it, and immediately shouted: "You little bastard, you don't have eyes when you walk, and you're blaming Master Liu!"

Although he was fierce and frightening, Lin Feng was not afraid at all.

During the qi training period, one is sensitive to the breath, after all, the cultivation is true qi.

Lin Feng could be sure that there was no one behind him, and Liu Hao appeared out of the blue. It was too coincidental, but it made people feel that it was a bit deliberate.

As for Liu Hao's fierce appearance, Lin Feng sneered in his heart.

Thoughts were actually a little floating, and he recalled some things from the past.

When I came back to my senses, I was already born in this world.

I don't have any memory of my parents in my memory.

To live, just to live.

Struggling to get by, being bullied, tortured, exploited.

He didn't even have a place to live. It wasn't until he met his adoptive father that everything changed.

And the reason why he met his adoptive father was because before that, he was beaten to death.

For no particular reason, I just remember the moment when I was about to lose consciousness.

The man yelled: "You deserve to be unlucky, when I am in a bad mood."

Lin Feng's eyes became more and more menacing, Liu Hao's heart tightened, and he cursed: "Stare, what are you staring at, I'll kill you!"

With a strong physique, even the palm of his hand is more than twice the size of an ordinary person. When he raises his hand, he can do it with all his strength, and the strong wind blows people.

The people surrounding him didn't dare to intervene. This Liu Hao is notoriously evil, not to mention that he is still that person, who dares to meddle in other people's business?
There were three floors in the crowd and three floors outside, but they blocked Yue'er who was waiting outside. She was too short to see what was going on inside for a while, and she didn't expect that Lin Feng would be involved in this matter.

Lin Feng was also taken aback, and instinctively raised his hand to block it, pouring all his true energy into it.

Under the first gear, the two of them were in the wrong shape. Lin Feng didn't think there was any problem, but Liu Hao's mouth was twisted, and the bone in his arm was cracked a little, causing the pain.

"Are you really a third-grade Qi training?"

"Are you really good at practicing Qi?"

The two spoke at almost the same time. Lin Feng felt that Liu Hao's so-called third grade of Qi training was really weak, but Liu Hao felt that Lin Feng's first grade of Qi training was a bit too strong.

(End of this chapter)