Xuan Huan: I'm really not the child of luck

Speaking of Lin Feng and Lai Qing, after drinking and eating, they were a little bit drunk.

The two of them, one from the inner sect and the other from the outer sect, did not expect that their circumstances were different.

Lin Feng was bullied by Wang Meng.

And Lai Qing seemed to be oppressed by Gu Yi.

Although Lai Qing and Wang Meng are brothers in the same school, and Wang Meng dare not take Lai Qing for granted, Lai Qing knows in his heart that he is just a dog in front of Gu Yi.

As for Wang Meng, he has never dared to act aggressively towards him.

That's because his own cultivation has always been superior to Wang Meng's, and Wang Meng naturally dare not act rashly.

But Lin Feng is different, his cultivation base is low, and he has been bullied by Wang Meng for the past few years.

The reason why he worked so hard was because he wanted to defeat Wang Meng and make himself proud.

The two cherish each other, and at this time they are ready to go back to Xuanqingzong together.

"By the way, brother, if you failed to get Wolverine's heart and beast core this time, will your master punish you when you go back?" Lin Feng asked a little worried.

After all, he and Lai Qing are a little sympathetic, and Gu Yi is so arrogant and domineering. If Lai Qing didn't complete the task, he would definitely not let him go.

"Punishment is definitely unavoidable, but if I don't get it, I can't do anything about it. Just fine it, do whatever you want."

At this time, Lai Qing showed an indifferent attitude, and there was nothing he could do about a master like Tan Shang Gu Yi.

"Brother, how about this, I will accompany you to find another monster and pay him."

"Where can a monster with a beast core be easily found? I don't think it's easy to handle."

"Senior brother, I have a way for you to wait."

What Lin Feng thought was that he couldn't find a monster with a beast core in time.

At least he can find some other high-level spiritual products to replace the beast core, so maybe his master won't blame him so much, and Lai Qing can go back to work.

So Lin Feng began to look for luck in the market.

Lin Feng found a black-robed young man in front of him surrounded by several feet of white light, and the white line of chance led to Xuanqingzong's mountain gate.

Could it be that this person's chance is in Xuanqingzong?

So Lin Feng pulled Lai Qing and hurriedly followed the young man into the mountain gate.

It was only then that they remembered that today was Xuan Qingzhong's contest to select outer disciples.

The Xuanqing Sect was originally a very prestigious sect.

So its outer disciples also need to be selected.

As the prestige of Xuanqingzong became higher and higher, the selection of outer disciples became more and more strict. At the beginning, young people with mediocre qualifications like Lin Feng could be admitted as outer disciples. Now that a few years have passed, such a good thing is gone. up.

The selection of disciples from the outer sect also had to go through strict assessments. If Lin Feng, the host, was left today, he would not even be able to enter the outer sect.

As the biennial competition to promote inner disciples is about to come to an end, the selection of outer disciples will also begin.

This is also an opportunity for each sect to recruit disciples.

After all, every sect hopes that their population will prosper.

Therefore, after the outer sect disciples are promoted, the outer sect also needs to replenish personnel in time.

Lin Feng saw the disciples who came to compete today.

There are many young people whose bodies are shrouded in white light, and who are shrouded in white light. This time, they will definitely be able to enter the outer door.

It seems that such an opportunity, it is of little use for Lin Feng to cut it off.

Still have to look for another opportunity.

At this time, he suddenly saw a herb-picking farmer with a basket on his back, who actually had a cyan light on his body, and the cyan color belonged to the middle-level luck.

Well, since I ate Wolverine's heart, liver and beast core by myself, in order not to injure my friend, find an intermediate luck to compensate him, so that Lai Qing can go back and suffer less.

In order not to reveal his details, Lin Feng sent Lai Qing away, and followed the farmer to the Beiming Mountains by himself.

"Brother, how about this, you go back first and wait for me to come back to you in two hours. During this period, don't tell your master about Wolverine."

"Brother, is there a good way?"

"Brother, don't worry about this matter for now, I will give you an explanation in two hours."

Lai Qing wanted to let him go, this brat, let's see what he can do in two hours.

So Lai Qing simply went back to Xuanqingzong's inner sect alone.

Lin Feng followed the farmer to the depths of the forest.

In front of a farmer, Lin Feng couldn't hide himself. Instead, he got close to the farmer and chatted along the way.

The farmer said that he had been collecting herbs for a long time, and the money from selling the herbs was used to support his family.

So he knows all the rare and rare plants in this mountain and where they grow.

Today is the shopkeeper of a pharmacy, and asked him to find a kind of Ganoderma lucidum.

Female grass is extremely cold, so it grows on the cliffs and cliffs at the top of the mountain.

Lin Feng followed the farmer towards the cliffs in the mountains.

Along the way, the farmer told Lin Feng about all kinds of Ganoderma lucidum and fairy grass without any concealment.

This made Lin Feng feel a little bit guilty, because he will cut off the farmer's ganoderma lucidum in a while, so the farmer's busy work today will be wasted, and he will not be able to complete the tasks assigned by the shopkeeper of the pharmacy.

But he ran out of time, he had to cut off the Ganoderma lucidum, let's talk about what happened after cutting off the beard.

For Lin Feng, he was as light as a swallow on this journey, and he arrived without breathing, but for an ordinary farmer without any cultivation.

The trek of this section of the road had already made him out of breath.

On the cliff, the farmer looked around with his shrewd little eyes, looking for the fairy Ganoderma lucidum, but Lin Feng didn't know what the fairy Ganoderma looked like, so he could only look with the farmer's eyes.

Suddenly, the farmer excitedly grabbed Lin Feng's arm and said, "Did you see there? There is a Ganoderma lucidum fairy grass on that cliff, and there is a Xue Linglong next to it."

Lin Feng looked in the direction of the farmer's finger, and it turned out that a celestial grass was left alone, and beside him was a blood-red Linglong stalk fluttering in the wind.

The excitement of the farmer is self-evident, and he is going to climb the rock to pick the Ganoderma lucidum.

Lin Feng measured the height and slope of the cliff.

He was afraid that the farmer, who was not very agile, might fall off the cliff.

So stopped him.

"Old man, let me pick it for you. Your goal today is Ganoderma lucidum fairy grass. Can you give me the Xuelinglong next to him?"

The old farmer was a little unhappy, that Xue Linglong was more valuable than Lingzhu Xiancao.

So he insisted on picking it by himself, not wanting to let Lin Feng get involved.

Lin Feng also saw what he was thinking, so he stopped arguing, and thought to himself to pick it up, even if you got it, I would get Xue Linglong, if you couldn't pick it up, then I would do it myself hands on.

So the old farmer began to climb down the rock clumsily.