Chapter 67                  

The next day, Zhuo Buqun moved out of the thatched hut at the foot of the mountain and moved into the middle of the mountain.

The servile disciples can only live at the foot of the mountain, while the halfway up is the place where the outer disciples live. Whether it is the environment, identity, or treatment, they are different.

Zhuo Buqun came to Motie Palace, which was specifically responsible for managing the outer disciples, and the old man with yellow beard came out to see him.

The old man Huang Xu's surname is Hu, and he is an outer sect elder in Mojian Peak. He is very kind to Zhuo Buqun. After a brief question, he took out the clothes, identity cards, and resources he distributed.

The identity card of the outer disciple not only represents identity, but also can go to the Mojian Peak Sutra Pavilion to select fighting techniques, fighting skills and weapon refining methods.

Mojian Peak distributes basic cultivation resources to outer disciples every month, three non-grade elixirs, a low-grade star stone, and five kilograms of crescent rice.

Elixirs and Star Stones are almost difficult to see in the Star Moon Kingdom. Crescent rice contains the essence of stars. It is consumed for a long time and has the effect of enhancing the fighting spirit and strengthening the body. It is even more difficult for fighters in the world to enjoy it.

From this we can see that the treatment of the outer disciples of Mojian Peak is extremely generous. Compared with the servile disciples, one is in the sky and the other is in the ground.

"If you have any problems in the future, you can come to me at any time!" Elder Hu said with a smile.

As his identity as an elder of the outer sect, he didn't have to worry about the disciples of the outer sect. At this time, he looked at Zhuo Buqun with a different look because he saw the value from Zhuo Buqun and was worth making friends.

"Thank you, Elder Hu!"

Zhuo Buqun reached out to pick up clothing, waist cards and other items.

call!

A gust of wind swept over, trembling Zhuo Buqun backwards. Then the wind blew up the items with a "huh" and flew to one side, landing in the hands of a middle-aged man.

This man was wearing a green robe of an elder in the outer gate, with a national face, showing calmness and majesty, and his fighting spirit level reached the nine stars. Such strength is at the peak of the Xingyue Kingdom.

Behind him was a young man wearing the costumes of an inner disciple, with a gentle temperament, which was Xiao Yang.

At this time, Xiao Yang's Dou Qi level had reached six stars, and the improvement speed was amazing.

Elder Hu's expression changed slightly, and he clasped his fists and shouted: "Elder Duan!"

It turns out that this middle-aged man is the elder of the outer sect. Although he is also an elder of the outer sect, his strength and identity are one level higher than Elder Hu, and his attainments in refining weapons are extremely extraordinary.

"The resources of the sect are hard-won. What qualifications are there to enjoy a first-grade star soul waste?" Elder Duan snorted coldly, his tone was cold.

"I am an outer disciple of Mojian Peak, why can't I enjoy the resources I deserve?" Zhuo Buqun's heart was filled with anger.

"I will be the subject of the outer gate of Mojian Peak. I said that if you are not qualified, you are not qualified. Even if it is destroyed, it will not be given to you!"

Elder Duan sneered at him, showing his domineeringness in his disdain and his arrogance was as if he had covered the entire Mojian Peak.

As soon as he finished speaking, a fire of red fighting spirit suddenly surged out of his hand, and the clothing, waist cards, and various resources distributed to Zhuo Buqun were all shattered.

Looking at the powder floating from Elder Duan’s hands, Zhuo Buqun’s eyes were as frozen.

Elder Hu sighed in his heart, "I thought there would be some future in the future, but I didn't expect that I would offend the chief elder. Not to mention that I wanted to stand out, it would be difficult to save my life!"

"In the Kingdom of Xingyue, I can step on you and let you suffer humiliation from your crotch. In Xingluomon, even if you are a real dragon, you will become a loach. If you are stepped on by me, you will never turn over!" Xiao Yang looked at Zhuo Buqun and smiled gently, with a plain tone, but his sense of domineeringness and coldness.

"You are bullying me and suppressing me now. It's okay to make you arrogant for the time being. When the year expires, I will take your life directly!" Zhuo Buqun sneered and showed his sharpness.

Xiao Yang smiled disdainfully, "I'll wait, see how you take my life!"

Zhuo Buqun then looked at Elder Duan and spoke domineeringly: "No one can take away what belongs to me. Elder Duan will not give me the identity and resources. It won't take long to beg me to accept it!"

Elder Duan sneered from his nostrils and said gloomyly: "Then I will wait and see!"

"I will never let Elder Duan wait too long!" Zhuo Buqun smiled coldly and left calmly.

Elder Duan looked at Zhuo Buqun's back and shook his head and sneered: "Junior Brother Xiao Yang said that this son is arrogant, but I still don't believe it. When I saw him today, I realized that what he said was true."

Xiao Yang said solemnly: "This boy is quite unfathomable. Senior brother, don't be careless. If he really rises on Mojian Peak, killing him will be a lot of trouble!"

"At Mojian Peak, an outer disciple can't even turn out my palm!" Elder Duan smiled disdainfully. How could he take a mere outer disciple to heart?

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Zhuo Buqun did not receive the clothing and identity cards, but he was still an outer disciple of Mojian Peak. Elder Duan could not deprive him of it, so he had the right to live in the Mid-Levels.

He searched around the mountain halfway up Mojian Peak, and finally found an uninhabited wooden house behind the mountain.

The wooden house is remote and has not lived in it for a long time, but Zhuo Buqun enjoys being quiet and lives here temporarily.

"Mojian Peak has to hold a major competition every year. The outer disciple who wins in the major competition can be promoted to an internal disciple, so that I can have the opportunity to get in touch with the Huatian Mirror."

"There is more than a month left before the end of the year competition. During this period, I not only need to improve my fighting spirit level as soon as possible, but also find opportunities to promote my name and attract the attention of senior management!"

Zhuo Buqun closed his eyes and made some calculations.

"First solve the problem of cultivation resources!"

The current level of Dou Qi is at the peak of the four-star team. The pills in your hands are not enough. They also need other resources, especially the Star Stone.

Elder Duan deducted resources, and Zhuo Buqun could only try to earn it himself.

When cleaning the wooden house, Zhuo Buqun discovered some utensils and materials used for iron smelting.

"There is a way to earn the Star Stone!"

Zhuo Buqun smiled slightly.

Outer disciples can earn resources through other channels. Zhuo Buqun found a way to earn resources from these iron smelting tools and materials, smelting iron!

The iron required to forge a warrior must be tempered and refined into refined iron.

Some outer disciples lack strength and ability, so they exchange cultivation resources by tempering the essence and iron.

Hardening the essence and iron is tiring and boring, but it is nothing to Zhuo Buqun, the former master of weapon refining in the Tianxing Realm.

Zhuo Buqun cleaned up and after everything was ready, he began to smelify iron.

The fighting spirit was circulated and injected into the hammer. The dark hammer was immediately rendered with a layer of red light.

when!

The hammer fell on the iron, and a muffled sound, a layer of silt-like impurities seeped out of the iron block.

As the iron hammers continued to hit, the iron block gradually became as soft as mud, faintly red, and layers of impurities were tempered.

The hammer technique used by Zhuo Buqun is the method of smelting iron in the Tianxing Realm. His fighting spirit is extremely powerful and fierce. Before the rise of the Tianxing Realm, he was an apprentice for fifteen years. At this time, he was naturally at ease to re-engage in his old career.

Dangdangdang!

The hammer was waving in Zhuo Buqun's hand, and it felt like what he was holding was not a bulky hammer, but a light embroidery needle.

What he did was not a rough job, but an elegant thing like writing poetry and painting, which was extremely pleasing to the eye.

In less than a quarter of an hour, a piece of iron the size of a watermelon was tempered by Zhuo Buqun to the size of a baby's fist, with a dark blue luster, and was held in his hand heavy.
Chapter completed!