The mountain peak is towering, and the slope facing the Huangfu City is relatively slow. Mu Xingqiu arranged the treasure here: a willow basket is placed on a flat stone, with a layer of coarse cloth on the lid, and thirteen magical instruments are arranged in circles, like a small magic array.

The appearance of these magical instruments is very ordinary. The golden bell of the fire is as elegant as fire in the hands of a higher Taoist priest. Now it is just a dull copper bell. It seems that it has not been polished for a long time. The pleated iron ruler is more like a shoddy iron bar. The blacksmith who made it did not take much attention. When he found that it could not be remedied, he threw it over and became a magic weapon of the Taoist dynasty.

Ten talisman masters stood at the top of the peak, and the leader was the one who rode a lion. They were nominally guarding the border, but actually monitoring this so-called "treasure appraisal meeting".

Mu Xingqiu nodded to the talisman master, Mao Bupo was arrogant and unmoved. Only his lion opened his mouth wide and yawned.

Five people from the Ancient God Sect surrounded Mu Xingqiu, all of them were uneasy. When there was a sound, they turned their heads nervously, fearing that the Taoist priest would come out.

"Is this okay?" Lu Guizhen asked many times, "Even if it is sold, it will offend Yunxinghui. Judging from their meaning, the previous negotiations did not count. One hundred magic weapons with a total of sixth grade or above are probably not enough."

"It's okay, didn't the casual cultivators say that they also recognize Taoist priests?" Mu Xingqiu didn't care at all.

"The wandering cultivator... is not trustworthy." Lu Guizhen whispered. Some wandering cultivators have already flew over and have not landed. They are all watching in the air. "The Yunying Society has been established for two years, and its strength is visible to everyone. The wandering cultivator is capricious. Today I go to this place and understand the need to bow to that..."

"We also learn from the old chief. If you don't see a rabbit or a hawk, who can prove that you are really connected with the Taoist priest? Choose any magic weapon. Who can arrange a meeting to get three, and who can resolve the dissatisfaction between Di Yuanfu and Shi Geng. You can get six, which is enough."

"Where is that?" Lu Guizhen pointed at the willow basket, and the Nascent Soul inside had not moved for a while.

"That is for negotiation purposes, don't give it out casually. Maybe someone is capable and can convince the Taoist priest to give up this thing."

Mu Xingqiu's disapproving attitude really annoyed Lu Guizhen. Just now, everyone was casting spells or sacrificial talismans to fly up the mountain. Only General Mu and Luo Xiaoliuer pulled the grass and rocks all the way up. Although his face was not red or breathing, his strength had fallen into the lower level.

"General Mu, I hope you can understand that this time the disaster is not small. Taoist priests like to take their anger on others the most, saying that they want to kill a thousand ancient gods the day after tomorrow, that will only be more or less, and everyone's lives are still hanging."

"Believe in the ancient god." Mu Xingqiu patted Lu Guizhen's shoulder and yawned, "You guys watch here, I'll go to sleep for a while. Someone offered a suitable price and woke me up."

"Sleep, sleep? General Mu, we can't see these treasures..." Lu Guizhen was anxious and grabbed General Mu's arm, "General Mu, needless to say, I understand. Later, I will announce that I will hand over the position of the head of the sect, and there is no vain. Even if I ask me to withdraw from the Ancient God Cult, I will not have a word."

Lu Guizhen thought General Mu was using tricks to compete with him for his position. Seeing that the situation was getting more and more chaotic, he really didn't want to be the leader of the sect, but he was afraid that the Taoists would not recognize his withdrawal.

"Don't worry. If you are the leader of the church, you decide for yourself. I am not even a believer, and I will not compete for this position." Mu Xingqiu smiled and remembered something, "By the way, this is a treasure appraisal meeting. Don't be too pissed. I will set another rule: There are fourteen treasures here, and whoever can pick up whatever they want will belong to, without any cost."

The road is as dumb as a chicken. Mu Xingqiu strode away, walked around the mountain peak, walked into a grass, and really went to bed.

"It was obviously thirteen, why did General Mu say fourteen?" A believer asked confusedly.

"There are also the Nascent Soul in the basket." Lu Guizhen stared at Mu Xingqiu's back until he disappeared. He suddenly turned around and said to Luo Xiaoliuer: "You will preside over the treasure appraisal."

"I... can't do it? I'm a stupid person..." Luo Xiaoliuer was shocked. He had a low status in the church and could not bear such responsibility.

"No need to say anything, just look at it. General Mu appreciates you, it means you can, I'll go..." Lu Guizhen pointed a half circle and landed on several talisman masters on the top of the mountain. "I'll talk to Yunxing again, be prepared for any trouble, well, be prepared for any trouble, this matter is very important, I must go in person..."

The road back to the truth is not sacrificed. He walked up with his clothes on his back. In any case, he had to arrange a way out for himself first.

Luo Xiaoliuer had no choice but to make it difficult. Fortunately, he was not the only one left, but before he could ask for it, the church members had already reacted, rushing to chase Lu Guizhen, humming and making excuses, and in short, they all thought of more important things at the same time.

Only Luo Xiaoliuer was left guarding the willow basket and thirteen magic weapons of the ninth grade or above. He was worried and looked at the place where General Mu was sleeping, and then he felt more at ease. He stood up with his heart, stood with his legs on his back, and was ready to do business.

More and more casual cultivators flew in the air. By noon, seventy or eighty people had gathered, stepping on various magic weapons and beasts. Some of them had more mighty mounts than the unbreakable lion, but no one had landed on the ground for a long time.

Luo Xiaoliuer waited for a long time, and her fear gradually faded away, and she became more annoyed. She glared at her and said loudly: "Is there anyone who knows treasure in Fuhuangcheng? Do you even have the courage to take a look?"

A sneer came from the air, but no one came down.

"General Mu said: Whoever can prove that he is really connected with the Taoist priest, choose any magic weapon, whoever can arrange a meeting can get three, whoever can resolve the dissatisfaction between Di Yuanfu and Shi Geng, can get six, whoever has great ability can get whatever he can get..."

"Haha!" The casual cultivator in the air burst into laughter. The first few were just fine, but the last one was really ridiculous. The largest one of those magical instruments was a copper incense burner, which was not as high as a foot and weighed only a few dozen kilograms. Not to mention casual cultivators, even ordinary adults could handle it.

Luo Xiaoliuer turned red and was about to speak when three people fell from the air. It was Mu Donger, Feifei and Bald, who knew General Mu.

"What trick is Jincuo doing? Why don't you give me something to me directly? I can defeat the Taoist priest." Mu Dong'er said dissatisfiedly, walked to the basket and tiptoed to check the magic weapon.

General Mu was arrogant, and the child was even more arrogant. He said that he could defeat the Taoist priest. The casual cultivator in the air shook his head with a smile.

"Whoever can I take will belong to me?" Mu Dong'er asked with his head up.

"Uh... General Mu said that." Luo Xiaoliuer was not sure.

"Can you take it all?"

"Then... it's all for you." Luo Xiaoliuer felt even more assured. She glanced at General Mu's sleeping direction, and saw the general's figure, and there was no snoring.

Mu Dong'er snorted, spread her arms and hugged the willow basket. Just as she was about to exert force, a series of screams sounded in the air. This one said "wait" and that one called "not good". It turned out that they were all afraid of the forces of Yunxinghui, so they kept watching and not falling to the ground. They were still very concerned about the treasure. The child came from the chaotic mountain and had some demonic power. If he really wanted to lift the treasure up, the others would suffer a great loss.

"A group of cowards." Mu Dong'er ignored the casual cultivator, exerted a little force on his arms, and looked up at Luo Xiaoliuer.

Luo Xiaoliuer didn't know that he had used his strength and smiled bitterly: "If you can pick it up, I have to ask General Mu."

Mu Dong'er's face flashed with a red light, she let go of the willow basket, raised her hand and scratched her head, looking confused. Luo Xiaoliuer finally understood that the other party had tried hard this time, and breathed a little relieved, "Don't be too greedy, try one by one."

Mu Dong'er frowned. No one here had the eyesight. Even if he had just hugged, he had to shake it. The basket was extremely strange. It was neither heavy nor had any roots, but it instantly dissolved his power, making him unable to use it.

"Bald, come and try it." Mu Dong'er would not settle for the second best to take treasures one by one.

The bald man nodded with a smile, half-squatted and hugged the willow basket, and pulled the "Ah--" in his mouth. His face turned red, and the hair on his head stood up. He held on for a while, sat on the ground, breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a smile: "It's fun." After that, he rushed up again.

Mu Donger was even more confused, "Jincu's memory is gone, and the spell can become stronger. Feifei, do you want to try it?"

Feifei smiled and shook his head. He would not challenge the demon master's spell.

The casual cultivators in the sky laughed, and the talisman masters on the top of the mountain were laughing, but none of them took it seriously. Mu Dong'er was a five or six-year-old child. The bald man obviously had a unclear mind. It was not surprising that such two people did not use magic weapons.

"General Mu seems to be quite capable."

"That's right, otherwise you wouldn't have stolen the Nascent Soul from the Taoist priest."

The wandering cultivators were talking a lot, and finally one person couldn't help it. He crossed the dragon and rushed out of the crowd and shouted: "I'll do it!" He did not land, but stretched out his right hand to suck the treasure with magic. He hummed three times in his mouth and moved his arm three times, but no magic weapon moved in response.

"Strange." The dragon-riding cultivator also raised his hand to scratch his head. Like Mu Dong'er, he didn't think these treasures were too heavy, but his spells were cast like stones sinking into the sea, and he didn't come back at all, so the treasures would naturally not move.

Now the casual cultivators began to take this matter seriously, and they came up to cast magic and snatch treasures, and some even landed on the ground and reached out to grab it.

The bald man was tired, sat next to him and winked at the mirror.

Luo Xiaoliuer became happier and hurried, and waved to maintain order, "Come one by one, if there is a magic weapon moving, who is it? If you can't handle it, give up. Does anyone know the Taoist priest? It's not that you have to use brute force to get treasures."

Some wandering cultivators came, and almost all over a hundred people tried it, but they didn't even break the crumbs from the willow basket.

Everyone had to give up. Seeing that noon had passed, Luo Xiaoliuer shouted several times, and the wandering cultivator Bei Xianren, who had been flying in the air, landed on the ground with several companions.

"You guys want to try it too?" Luo Xiaoliuer remembered that Xianren Bei had never tried it.

Bei Xianren shook her head, "I recognize the Taoist priest, and I can arrange a meeting for you."

"Proof." Luo Xiaoliuer had the confidence.

Bei Xianren turned around and pointed to the distance, "They are here."

A ball of white clouds flew against the wind, and there were a group of people inside. The casual cultivator changed his expression and immediately gave way. The hair on the top of the mountain tightened the reins and took two steps back.

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