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Among these people, the leader was a middle-aged man with a resolute face, who had the cultivation of the late foundation building period.

"Junior Fenghuo Sect Qi Jie, I don't know which sect you are from, so I'll go and inform you." The middle-aged man said neither servile nor arrogant.

"Taixu Sect Zhou Zhenyu, I have something to discuss with your sect leader, please go and inform him." Zhou Zhenyu said lightly.

"Senior, please wait a moment, I will inform the sect leader uncle." The middle-aged man responded and took out a red disc from the storage bag. After a while of gestures, the red disc suddenly shone brightly, and he whispered a few words.

After he finished speaking, he pinched his fingers with one hand, and a spell was cast on the red disc.

"Communication magic weapon?" Shi Yue saw this, and a flash of surprise flashed across his eyes. Communication magic weapons are not cheap. A patrolling disciple has a communication magic weapon, which shows the strength of Fenghuo Sect.

Seeing this, the other Taixu Sect disciples were also surprised.

"The Fenghuo Sect is good at refining communication instruments, and most of the patrolling disciples have one." Zhou Zhenhua seemed to see the doubts in the hearts of the disciples and explained. He then remembered something and said with some worry: "From this moment on, you represent the Taixu Sect, and everything you do represents the Taixu Sect. Be careful about your words and deeds, and don't embarrass our sect, otherwise you will be severely punished. Do you understand!"

"Yes, Uncle Zhou (Master Zhou)." Everyone said in unison.

Zhou Zhenyu nodded with satisfaction, and when he wanted to give a few more instructions, a bold male voice came from the distant sky: "Haha, it turns out that Brother Zhou from the Taixu Sect is visiting. We warmly welcome you from the Fenghuo Sect."

As soon as the voice fell, a red light flew from the distant sky, and after a few flashes, it stopped.

The red light faded, revealing the figure of an old man in a red robe with a red face, and a red bird about five or six feet in size was under his feet.

"I am Feng Wentian, the head of Fenghuo Sect. Welcome to visit Fellow Daoist Zhou. Please come in." The red-robed old man briefly introduced himself and led Zhou Zhenyu and his party to the mountain gate.

Not long after, the red-robed old man led Zhou Zhenyu and his party to land on a cliff hundreds of feet high. There was a towering red hall on the top of the cliff. Looking around, there were overlapping mountains, buildings standing in a forest, and a large number of cultivators flying up and down.

The most important thing is that the fire attribute aura here is very rich. If people who practice fire attribute exercises practice here, they will get twice the result with half the effort, and the speed of practice will be greatly improved.

At this time, there was already a team of foundation-building disciples wearing Fenghuo Sect clothes waiting outside the hall, led by a tall middle-aged man.

"Junior Brother Li, you take Fellow Daoist Zhou's disciples to the reception courtyard of Xuanhuo Peak for placement. You must entertain the Taoist friends of Taixu Sect well, and don't neglect them." Feng Wentian instructed the middle-aged man with a serious face.

"Yes, Master Uncle." The middle-aged man responded.

"You stay in your residence and don't run around without my order." Zhou Zhenyu reminded him with some worry.

Shi Yue and others agreed in unison, and Yu Qi followed the middle-aged man and left.

"Daoyou Zhou, please." Feng Wentian made a gesture of invitation and led Zhou Zhenyu into the hall.

As soon as the two sat down, a young woman with a pretty face came over with a tray, on which there was a steaming teapot and two teacups.

The young woman poured a cup of fragrant tea for the two and then retreated.

"Daoyou Zhou, try the special spiritual tea Fire Dragon Tea of ​​our Fenghuo Sect. This tea can only be picked in a hundred years, and it is only fried for dozens of kilograms. The taste is pretty good." Feng Wentian said with a smile.

Zhou Zhenyu looked down at the red tea, drank it all, his eyes lit up, and praised: "Good tea, it's a pity that I am not practicing fire-attributed exercises, otherwise this cup of tea can last for several days of hard practice."

"Since it is good tea, Brother Zhou, drink a few more cups." Feng Wentian picked up the teapot and poured a cup for Zhou Zhenyu.

Zhou Zhenyu drank the tea and said: "Drink tea later. I came all the way to your sect, not just to drink tea."

"Oh, Brother Zhou, if you have anything to say, just tell me. I will definitely help you if I can." Feng Wentian narrowed his eyes and drank the tea.

"I represent the Taixu Sect and want to borrow the dazzling mirror of Elder Zhao Xuanji of your sect. I wonder if your sect is convenient?" Zhou Zhenyu's face sank, and he said solemnly, his eyes full of expectation.

"Fellow Daoist Zhou wants to borrow Junior Brother Zhao's glare mirror. Just tell Junior Brother Zhao directly. What's the point of telling me?" Feng Wentian said calmly.

"Fellow Daoist Feng, you know that because of that incident, your sect's fellow Daoist Zhao Xuanji has always been unfriendly to our Taixu Sect. If I ask him to borrow it, I'm afraid he may not agree." Zhou Zhenyu said with a wry smile.

"The glare mirror is Junior Brother Zhao's life magic weapon. Even if I ask him, he may not lend it. I think Fellow Daoist Zhou should just give up!" Feng Wentian shook his head and said meaningfully.

"I also know that the glare mirror is the life treasure of Elder Zhao of your sect. Therefore, I would like to ask Fellow Daoist Zhao to come to our Taixu Sect and do us a small favor. Of course, I will never let Elder Zhao of your sect make a trip in vain. If Fellow Daoist Zhao is willing to make a trip, this bottle of Zengyuan Pill will be Fellow Daoist Zhao's. I heard that Fellow Daoist Zhao has been trapped in the early stage of Jindan for many years. With this bottle of Zengyuan Pill, I believe that Fellow Daoist Zhao will be able to advance to the middle stage of Jindan in no time." Zhou Zhenyu said word by word, and then took out a white porcelain bottle.

Seeing this, Feng Wentian was a little tempted, but still did not agree to it.

"If Fellow Daoist Feng is willing to help persuade Fellow Daoist Zhao, these two 500-year-old red fire ginsengs will be yours." Zhou Zhenyu saw this, and after a moment of hesitation, he took out two red wooden boxes from his sleeves. When he opened them, he saw that each of the two wooden boxes contained a foot-long red ginseng, which exuded a strong fire aura.

A hint of surprise flashed across Feng Wentian's eyes. He pondered for a moment and said, "I am not very interested in these two red fire ginsengs. Please take them back, Fellow Daoist Zhou!"

"Fellow Daoist Feng, these are two 500-year-old red fire ginsengs. There are fewer and fewer high-year spiritual medicines in the world of immortal cultivation. You just talked about it. Two 500-year-old red fire ginsengs are not enough?" Zhou Zhenyu frowned and said with a somewhat unhappy expression.

"Fellow Daoist Zhou, you misunderstood. I am willing to help. However, if I persuade Junior Brother Zhao to go with you, can Elder Yang Qi of your sect help me refine a furnace of elixirs? What do you think, Fellow Daoist Zhou?" Feng Wentian shook his head, narrowed his eyes, and asked with a smile.