"Brother Chen, you practice. I'm a little tired and I'm going to sleep." Although Lei Hu was strong, he was extremely tired. He fell on the bed and quickly entered his dream.

Zhang Juncun did not mock Chen Yun anymore. In order to break through as soon as possible, he practiced to the third level of Qi training to become an inner disciple, and was unwilling to waste time.

It is good for outer disciples to become inner disciples when they practice to the third level of Qi training, but they also have time limits and must be before the age of twenty. Zhang Juncun and Chen Yun are both eighteen.

Chen Yun, who was about to fight for life and death in three months, did not dare to waste time. He secretly mobilized the repair ability in the Immortal Palace to heal his wounds. At the same time, he closed his eyes, ran the practice technique, and began to practice.

"This kind of cultivation speed is really good." Feeling a large amount of spiritual energy from heaven and earth pouring into his body, Chen Yun felt a little confident.

However, Chen Yun knew very well that even if he had a single fire-attribute spiritual root, it would be unlikely to go from barely entering the second level of Qi training to above the fourth level of Qi training in just three months, unless there were a large number of spiritual stones and elixirs to assist him.

With awesome talent, Chen Yun lacks time now.

In a blink of an eye, a month passed, and Chen Yun's injury finally recovered completely with the help of the repair ability of the Immortal Palace. However, Chen Yun did not feel happy at all.

During this month, except for the necessary rest, Chen Yun put all the remaining time on his cultivation. With a single fire-attribute spiritual root, although he made rapid progress, he still stayed at the second level of Qi training because he had too little time.

No matter how genius or awesome talent is, you can't cultivate anything without enough time.

"It's not a solution to continue like this. At this speed, there is no hope at all." After waking up from the cultivation, Chen Yun looked at Lei Hu who was sleeping soundly, "and Lei Hu can't hold on for long."

Every day, watching Lei Hu come back with his tired body, he told him that he was not tired at first, but gradually fell asleep, which made Chen Yun feel more heartbroken while being grateful.

"You can't put all your hopes on cultivation. If you continue like this, you will be dead end and will drag Lei Hu down." Chen Yun frowned and calculated helplessly. "The Immortal Palace has activated the repair ability. If there are a large number of worn magic weapons for me to repair, and then go down the mountain to sell them, spiritual stones and elixirs are not a problem. It is no longer a problem to improve your cultivation quickly. The key is that there is no information about the place where the worn magic weapons are placed in the memory I received."

"If magic weapons are worn out, they are even more low-level magic weapons have no value for repair. The huge Liehuo Sect should have such a place to store worn magic weapons." Chen Yun firmly believed in his speculation, "Now my injury has healed, so I can't always let Lei Hu help me. I go down the mountain to carry water at dawn, and secretly check where the worn magic weapons are placed."

Soon it was dawn, and Lei Hu got up from the bed and found that Chen Yun had gotten out of bed and was watching him openly. He was stunned at first, then reached out and scratched his head, yawned, and asked honestly: "Brother Chen, why haven't you practiced? Where are you going?"

In Lei Hu's impression, every time he goes out, Chen Yun is practicing, and when he comes back, he still practices, but he doesn't expect that he doesn't have it today.

"How did you know that you had no hope and gave up?" At this time, Zhang Juncun also woke up.

Chen Yun didn't bother to pay attention to Zhang Juncun, "My injury has healed. You worked so hard for me every day. Brother, I am very grateful. Let's go and carry water together."

"Fleeing water?" Lei Hu was anxious, "Brother, just leave the water to me. I will have two months left to fight for life and death. Don't waste your time on fetching water."

"Even if you practice, it will be useless for this waste, and it will be dead." Zhang Juncun said indifferently.

Lei Hu could understand Zhang Juncun's approach, after all, Chen Yun's opponent was his brother, so he knew even more that what Zhang Juncun said was the facts.

"Lei Hu, your brother knows it, but he knows even more that you can't support your current state for long. I don't want to implicate you, let's go." As he said that, Chen Yun walked out, Lei Hu followed helplessly, and Zhang Juncun, with a disdainful look on his face, also followed.

However……

As soon as they left the door, they were blocked by a deacon named Wang, a disciple of the outer sect.

"Deacon Wang, why do you have time to come here?" At this time, Zhang Juncun seemed to have changed, with a flattering smile on his face.

Deacon Wang glanced at Zhang Juncun, said nothing, and finally set his sight on Chen Yun.

"Deacon Wang."

After all, he was a deacon. Although he was not used to it, he still had to give face. Chen Yun and Lei Hu greeted him one after another.

"Yeah." Deacon Wang nodded faintly, "Chen Yun, starting today, you have been transferred to the waste house to do management work, and someone will take over your task of carrying water."

"The management of the waste courtyard? The waste manager?" Chen Yun's eyes lit up, and he was secretly happy. "The waste courtyard is likely to be the place where worn magic weapons are stored in the door."

I had been trying hard to find out where the worn magic weapon was placed before. I didn't expect that someone would come to my house without asking for it myself. It would be difficult for Chen Yun to be excited.

"Brother Chen, I heard that the waste house has nothing to do at all. I just occasionally register the amount of waste magic weapons and failed to refine weapons. There is nothing else. It is just right for you and you have enough time to practice." Although Lei Hu was a little reluctant to leave, he was more happy for Chen Yun.

After hearing Lei Hu's words, Chen Yun became even more excited and surprised, "Not only are there abandoned magic weapons, but also waste products that failed to refine weapons. But thinking about it, no one can guarantee that they can be successfully refined every time, especially those new people, the failure rate is even higher. There should be some places to store these things. It's really God helping me."

"What's the best thing about waste all day, but it's very suitable for this waste." Zhang Juncun said to Deacon Wang with a complimentary face: "Waste is a perfect match. Deacon Wang, you are so wise."

However, when Zhang Juncun spoke, he forgot that his talent was just a little better than Chen Yun, and it was the same as before.

Deacon Wang glared at Zhang Juncun, then said to Chen Yun: "Chen Yun, let's go."

For Yun Chenyun, there was nothing to clean up. He just took the gorgeous Taoist robe that his sister had given him before, but had never worn it once, and sued Lei Hu, and followed Deacon Wang to the waste villa directly.

After some explanation, Chen Yun became the administrator of the Waste House.

Looking at Deacon Wang's back as he left, Chen Yun sighed, "It seems that my sister is helping me again, so that I can have more time to practice."

As Chen Yun thought, in order to give Chen Yun more time to practice, Chen Qing began to find an easy position for Chen Yun. However, the personal disciple Liu Feng interfered with it, and it took a full month to finally get Chen Yun the identity of such a waste manager.

In Liu Feng's words, waste must be with waste, but what he did not expect was that the waste in the eyes of others was the biggest treasure for Chen Yun.

If Chen Yun knew that it was because of Liu Feng that he became a waste manager, Chen Yun would have wanted to hold him and kiss him to show his gratitude.
Chapter completed!