My magic weapons are all rule-based

In less than a month, time passed quietly.

A grand event that has been brewing for a long time in the cultivation world will be held today!

In Luwang City, countless cultivators have been surrounded by the door of Zixiao Cinema with hunger and thirst.

The door has not yet opened, and the disciples of Zixiao Sword Sect are loudly maintaining order at the door.

This disciple's strength is also in the foundation-building stage, but he still feels a headache in the face of the chaos in front of him, and sweat on his forehead.

In fact, the situation here is still good. At least Luwang City prohibits flying and martial arts, and most cultivators behave like mortals.

The only difference is that everyone exudes their own momentum, trying to overwhelm others.

In the vortex of hundreds of momentum, the disciples of Zixiao Sword Sect are already miserable.

"Don't squeeze! There is still one stick of incense before the ticket sales time! Only one hundred people are allowed to enter at a time, and each person can only buy one ticket per day. The second show will be opened in an hour and everyone will have a chance!"

Even if he said so, the cultivators in the front row were still pushing and shoving, and they didn't give in to each other.

Han Qiumu squeezed in the front row of the crowd with a face full of excitement!

He only had the strength of the initial stage of foundation building, and the strength of the people around him was stronger than him, but he was lucky enough to squeeze into the front row.

He has practiced for 150 years, although he still remains in the initial stage of foundation building, and there is no hope for further promotion.

It is worth it to be able to glimpse the truth of the ancient catastrophe!

After an incense stick, the ticket sales began!

The ticket sales were very fast. Han Qiumu squeezed in the 37th position, and it was his turn soon.

He held a piece of medium-grade spirit stone in his sweaty hand, which was his only remaining property.

When he was young, he came to Luwang City because of its reputation, but he has not made a name for himself until now, and he doesn’t know where to go.

He spent his days here, working as a miner and picking spirit herbs. Most of the spirit stones he earned were used for cultivation, and he only had a few pieces of medium-grade spirit stones in his hand.

I hope today will be worth it!

Soon, a person who bought a ticket in front of him left. Han Qiumu stepped forward and handed a piece of medium-grade spiritual stone to the other party, and exchanged it for a beautiful round iron sheet.

A sword was engraved in the center of the iron sheet, surrounded by purple lightning, and a weak spiritual power was generated inside.

This is the entrance ticket to Zixiao Cinema!

The people who got the tickets have begun to enter quickly. Han Qiumu rubbed the iron sheet twice, took a deep breath, and was about to enter when he suddenly heard a commotion behind him.

"Tickets for Zixiao Sword Sect! I don't want to watch it anymore. Who wants it? I'll exchange three medium-grade spiritual stones with him."

"Hey! I'll do it! I'll buy three medium-grade spiritual stones!"

The scalpers in the crowd kept speculating on the ticket price.

Seeing that a medium-grade spiritual stone suddenly became five yuan, Han Qiumu was dumbfounded.

Looking back at the entrance of Zixiao Cinema, and then looking back at the scalpers speculating on tickets behind him.

Han Qiumu made up his mind and resolutely joined the scalper team!

Spirit stones are still more fragrant. This Zixiao Sword Sect Biography....I don't want to watch it!

Not long after, the tickets were sold, and Han Qiumu made a net profit of six medium-grade spirit stones, and left with satisfaction.

...

The next morning, Han Qiumu squatted at the door of Zixiao Cinema early in the morning.

Just like the grand occasion of yesterday, but this time there were many more discussions about the plot.

Many people who watched it yesterday were still not satisfied, and they still came to watch it again with strong expectations on their faces.

The people around him gathered around him and listened attentively.

Han Qiumu was among them, but after listening for a while, he silently covered his ears, regretting it in his heart.

Zixiao Sword Sect Biography seemed to be particularly exciting, and others said it was like being there.

If I continue to listen, I'm afraid I have to listen to the whole content.

If I go in to watch it without any sense of mystery, wouldn't it be a lifelong regret?

I can't resell tickets today, I must go in and watch it myself!

With determination, Han Qiumu began to concentrate on queuing.

It was just that his luck was not very good this time, and it was not until the sun was about to set that it was his turn.

Entering the theater, Han Qiumu finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Hearing someone outside shouting that this was the last show, and countless sighs of regret, he couldn't help but secretly feel lucky.

In the darkness, Han Qiumu sat quietly in his seat, anxiously waiting for the start.

Not long after, a burst of music sounded!

A green map with text appeared from the right side of the light curtain, writing Lijia Village Professional Cultivation Academy.

Then a beautiful fairy mountain appeared, and a star flew out from below across the lake, and finally formed a semicircle around the fairy mountain. At the bottom, a text also appeared, Zixiao Sword Sect.

Zixiao Sword Sect disappeared, accompanied by dense drum beats, a large yellow tripod appeared, and countless beams of light swayed left and right below, until the picture froze and the three big characters of Baodan Sect appeared.

The audience in the theater were all very confused.

Zixiao Sword Sect could understand, what were those two doing here?

But before everyone could think about it, the main film began to play!

Soft music accompanied by picturesque scenery appeared. Several disciples of the main peak of Zixiao Sword Sect were practicing in a flower garden. Cute spirit animals were playing around them. There were also elders who were kindly guiding the disciples in the unfamiliar aspects of their practice.

It was a fairyland on earth, harmonious and warm.

Just this scene, Han Qiumu was captivated.

So this is the life of the disciples of Zixiao Sword Sect?

When he was young, he was taught by a casual cultivator. He was lectured every day and was beaten and scolded at any time... It can be said that the master rarely gave him a good face.

Later, the master died in danger outside, so he went to Luwang City alone to survive.

I thought the big sects would be more cruel, but I didn't expect them to be so considerate... It's really enviable.

The screen began to move, and after enjoying the scenery of Zixiao Sword Sect, it flew from the sky to the main hall.

In the main hall, Sun Yuanzheng held three fragrant incense sticks, looked at the ancestral tablets devoutly, and fell into memories...

The nine dragons pulled the coffin, and the opening battle began!

The jade slips around the theater shook, and the roar was endless.

Almost all the audiences were gripped by their hearts, staring at the battle on the screen.

This is a fierce battle that many people have never experienced in their lives.

Han Qiumu's eyes were full of bloodshot, and he held the chair tightly, roaring in his heart.

It's worth the trip! It's worth the trip!!!

Just relying on a battle, a medium-grade spirit stone is worth it!

After the battle, the ancestor of Zixiao Sword Sect collected the body of his disciple, dragged his body back to the sect with a sad face, and then warned the cultivation world and fell into a state of seclusion.

The scene turned to the protagonist.

An ordinary and kind male protagonist with mediocre qualifications who is neglected in the sect...

Watching the discrimination the protagonist receives in the sect, the audience gradually begins to empathize with him.

Han Qiumu is completely immersed in it, his cheeks are tense.

The screen moves through the plot, the ancestor refines the artifact, the sect publicly searches for successors, and tests the character of each disciple.

The disciples of the sect gather, and the ancestor throws a stack of thunderstorm talismans in the square when no one is paying attention...

Until the simple and kind protagonist rushes to the thunderstorm talisman alone, ready to stop the explosion, and successfully passes the character test.

Han Qiumu and the ancestor in the picture both smile with relief...

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