As the saying goes, wealth should not be exposed. Generally speaking, if you get such precious elixirs, you will try every means to hide them from them and not let anyone know.

Zhuang Cangyun went against the rules and announced it with great fanfare to inspire his tribe.

In fact, if you think about it carefully, although doing this will take some risks, it is not as serious as you imagine.

For powerful people above the innate level, Qi Condensation Pill, a pill that can only work with martial artists and warriors, will not make him interested.

Those who need this kind of pill are only those who need to cultivate young people in the family. However, there is no force in the entire Shuangxian County that can destroy the banker.

As for those families with greater power, in order to make only fifty Qi Condensation Pills, they dispatched elite troops to wipe out six innate powerhouses. One of them is a family with the top-grade innate peak strength, which is not worth it at all.

Zhuang Cangyun's calculations were very accurate. Even if it was announced, the risks he had to take were within an acceptable range.

But through this announcement, his personal prestige was pushed to the top.

For the first time, Zhuang Yi had a feeling that Zhuang Cangyun, as the patriarch of the dealer, may be a good thing for the dealer.

After achieving his goal, Zhuang Cangyun announced the end, and then, with several core elders, he brought Zhuang Yi and the eight others into the Wu Pavilion.

Zhuang Yi entered Wu Pavilion for the first time and looked around curiously.

Wuge is all made of a rare wood - red sand wood. Red sand wood is as heavy as metal and iron, and is not afraid of fire. It can last for thousands of years without rotting. It is an extremely outstanding wood.

Red sand wood is a specialty of Qifeng Mountain. Due to the difficulty of logging, the annual output is limited, and the supply is often in short supply and the price has always remained high. Selling red sand wood is a pillar industry of the village.

In the Wu Pavilion, the style is grand and solemn. Once you enter it, you can feel a sense of solemnity.

When you enter the door, there is an open room with huge pillars, each of which is almost the same size. Zhuang Yi noticed that the arrangement of these pillars is not regular, but it makes people feel mysterious, as if there is a certain mystery hidden.

If you count a little, there are as many as forty or fifty giant pillars that one person hugged.

Zhuang Cangyun and the elders did not say a word and walked in front of them. Although Zhuang Yi was curious, he knew that now was not the time to ask questions.

After passing through this large room, pushing open a door and entering a wide room. It is nearly a thousand square meters, and the floor is paved with red sand wood, with hundreds of futons placed on it.

In the middle, there are a row of chairs. Zhuang Cangyun and the four elders sat on the chairs and faced the eight of them.

"According to the rules, each of you can choose the same martial arts or martial arts that suit you." Zhuang Cangyun and Yan said to them with joy, "There is only one chance. You'd better choose a martial arts that suit your situation. Don't be too ambitious and unrealistic."

Seeing that they all understood, Zhuang Cangyun nodded and said to a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy on the far left, "Zhuang Minggang, come first and tell your request."

Zhuang Minggang suppressed the excitement in his heart and said excitedly, "I want a fire-attributed eighth-grade martial art."

With his lower-grade martial arts strength, although the eighth-grade martial arts cannot be practiced at present, it is rare to have an opportunity. In the future, the strength reaches the level of a warrior, and it is not too late to practice again.

Hearing his request, Zhuang Cangyun pondered for a moment and said, ""Fist of the Fist of the Sun"

"Class of Xie." Zhuang Minggang was overjoyed.

"Follow the elder Chuangong to Chuangong Pavilion, remember that the martial arts learned in the Wu Pavilion are prohibited from being allowed to pass the news without the permission of the Wu Pavilion. Violators are imprisoned in the Wu Pavilion and are jailed for ten years." Zhuang Cangyun's face showed a sense of majesty.

"Minggang keeps it in mind." Zhuang Minggang stood up and bowed deeply.

"Go and practice hard, don't let down the expectations of me and all the elders." Zhuang Cangyun's tone turned soft.

"yes."

When he is led into the Chuangong Pavilion by the Chuangong Elder, it will be the next person's turn.

This man chose an eighth-grade martial art. After Zhuang Cangyun also gave a warning and encouragement, he also left with the elder Chuangong.

At this time, it was Zhuang Yi's turn.

Looking at Zhuang Yi with an indifferent expression, Zhuang Cangyun didn't know what he thought of, but for a moment, he was a little disappointed.

Even the winners present clearly felt something was wrong with the atmosphere. Looking at Zhuang Yi's eyes, I couldn't help but feel a little strange.

"Zhuang Yi, what martial arts do you want?" Zhuang Cangyun spoke slowly, and there was an indescribable or unknown meaning in his voice.

Zhuang Yi's eyes swept over the four elders behind Zhuang Cangyun. When he swept to the second elder, he paused for a moment, and finally returned to Zhuang Cangyun and looked at him.

"I want "Lingyun Bu"." Zhuang Yi's voice was not loud, but it seemed as if he threw a bomb in the hall.

Dead Silence-

The five winners next to them felt the suffocating silence. They keenly felt the huge power that was about to move under this dead silence.

The five people's hearts at the same time, "What kind of martial arts is "Lingyun Bu"?"

Just like the old monk entering into meditation, the great elder suddenly opened his eyes, and his sharp eyes shot on Zhuang Yi, as if they were in essence. The second elder Zhuang Ting showed a smile on his burnt face.

The fourth elder reacted the most violently, and the momentum soared into the sky on his body burst out, covering Zhuang Yi.

A strange light appeared in the fifth elder's eyes, and there was no other reaction.

The calmest one is Zhuang Cangyun. He seemed to have expected Zhuang Yi to make this request, and there was no change in his face.

Locked by the aura of the Great Elder and the Fourth Elder, Zhuang Yi ignored it and just stared at Zhuang Cangyun.

I don't know how long it took.

Finally, Zhuang Cangyun spoke, "According to the rules, you can only ask for an eighth-grade martial art or martial arts."

Zhuang Yi looked at him without any concession and said coldly, "This "Lingyun Bu" is something I deserve. If you take it, don't you allow me to learn it?"

Zhuang Cangyun shook his head, "You gave up on that day, but we didn't force you."

For some reason, after the patriarch finished saying this, Zhuang Zhiyuan and the other two felt a creepy aura from Zhuang Yi.

"Zhuang Cangyun, don't bully people too much." Word by word, squeezed out from his lips, and a stream of frost condensed on Zhuang Yi's face.

"Bold! You dare to talk to the patriarch like this, you are disrespectful." The fourth elder suddenly shouted loudly, stood up suddenly, with anger on his face.

As his eyes turned dark, Zhuang Yi felt as if he was hit by a heavy hammer, and his ears were buzzing. Two wisps of blood flowed down his ears. His eardrums were already injured.

His ears were extremely painful, but Zhuang Yi knew that the most dangerous time had come. If he could not calm them down, he would be afraid that he would never get out of the door again.

"I am determined to win the "Lingyun Bu".
Chapter completed!