The second disease also needs to cultivate immortality

However, Xie Yun dared to compete with those monks in the foundation establishment period because they had no monsters.If he meets a foundation-building monk with monsters, he can only be sure that he won't lose too badly.

"Do you have a high-star magic weapon?" Wen Weichao asked suddenly, as if he had seen through everything.However, although his sentence was a question, it was full of affirmation.

He was sure that Xie Yun would not participate in the inner sect general election if he was not sure.

Xie Yun was surprised for a moment, but did not hide it, "Yes."

"Is this also the result of your adventure?"

"..." Xie Yun naturally wouldn't take the initiative to disclose things about the spiritual root and the system, he opened his eyes and told nonsense, his face was not red at all, "Yes."

Wen Weichao heard his answer, but turned his eyes elsewhere, and the gloom that had always accumulated between his brows became heavier.

"Still too young."

With a sigh, Wen Weichao looked at the young man full of fighting spirit, and calmly poured cold water on him, "With the Gaoxing Magical Artifact, do you think you can win the disciples of the Foundation Establishment Stage?"

Xie Yun looked into his cold eyes, wondering if he should tell him about Xinmiao.Anyway, when it came to a critical moment, he would definitely let Xinmiao go, and the whole sect would have to know about it.It's okay to talk to Wen Weichao now.

When he was thinking about it, a golden armor suddenly appeared in front of his eyes. The armor looked soft like silk, but when he looked closely, it was covered with spikes, like the soft hedgehog armor written in martial arts novels.

"First seat, what is this?" Xie Yun paused as he looked at the soft armor handed to him.

"Accept what is given to you."

"……Yes."

The young man reached out to grab the soft hedgehog armor, but before he could touch it, the golden armor turned into a ray of light and shot towards his body.When the light dissipated, the boy had already put on the armor and it fit him perfectly.

"This is a mid-level magic weapon of the defense system. It is used for self-defense."

Wen Weichao said so, but he didn't care about sending out a middle-level magic weapon, as if a middle-level magic weapon was an extremely common thing in his eyes.

Xie Yun realized the beauty of this soft hedgehog armor, and was overjoyed at once, and bowed to the end, "Xie Yun thank you, the chief!"

Of course, he knew the preciousness of this mid-level defensive magic weapon. If it were placed in the square market, such a defensive magic weapon would cost at least a few hundred spirit stones.

"You don't have to thank me. It's just a waste weapon that was accidentally refined by the refiner."

"..."? ? ?

Xie Yun wondered for a moment if he heard it wrong, waste, waste?In Wen Weichao's eyes, this soft armor worth at least hundreds of spirit stones is just a waste weapon?

"You have been taking good care of the elixir these days. This soft armor is useless to me. Here it is, just right."

Wen Weichao just said so.It seems that this soft armor is really a useless waste that he has accumulated in the storage bag for a long time.

Xie Yun had long known Wen Weichao's identity as a craftsman, and knew that craftsmen were all poor, but he also saw Wen Weichao's situation. I'm afraid they, the chief, would not even have the materials for crafting.Wen Weichao, a mid-level magic weapon that can be sold at a high price, would never treat him as a waste weapon.

The only possibility is that Wen Weichao brought it to him on purpose, but didn't want to say it was for him.

If this is the case, then his master is too...

It's too boring!

Xie Yun thought about it for a while, feeling very helpless about the conclusion he came to, but he felt warm in his heart.Compared with those hypocrites who are gentle, respectful and frugal on the outside, Xie Yun prefers people who are cold but open-minded.

"This disciple will definitely live up to the chief's expectations!" Xie Yun bowed his hands again and said respectfully.

"No need." The cold-eyed young man was covered with a layer of frost, "Don't lose too badly, just lose Yanfeng."

"Yes!" The young man showed his face, melting like a frozen river. He was no longer the cold and indifferent young man at that moment, but a simple child who wanted to show off like an adult. "I am not as weak as you think."

"Do you have any other artifacts?"

"No." The boy shook his head and smiled, "You will know tomorrow."

Wen Weichao didn't ask him any more, turned around and wanted to leave.

"First seat—" Xie Yun called to stop him.

Wen Weichao turned his head and saw the boy's bright smile.

"I will definitely not embarrass you tomorrow!"

"understood."

Wen Weichao pushed open the door, the back in white was still indifferent, but under the cover of the night, a smile appeared.