I Hang Up In the Fantasy World

But even if the opponent broke into the fourth heaven, Zhang Yi still didn't fluctuate much.

Although both are in the realm of the fourth heavenly saint, as far as he is concerned, the cultivation base of the two has not been improved, but has become even greater after these years.

Therefore, Zhang Yi took a look, then calmly withdrew his gaze.

Immediately, he was about to turn around and leave, but at this moment, Sun Feng took the initiative to greet him.

"Fellow Daoist Zhang Yi, I haven't seen you for a while since the Martial Arts Festival."

Sun Feng greeted him with a smile, quite calmly, he took the initiative to land in front of Zhang Yijin, and cupped his hands at him.

And Zhang Yi raised his eyebrows, he didn't expect that the other party would take the initiative to greet him, which was a bit unexpected, after all, the relationship between the two is not very good.

After a thought, Zhang Yi calmly replied.

"Fellow Daoist Sun Feng worshiped under Elder Xia Qing's sect. He has a high status and has been carefully cultivated. He rarely shows up, and it's not uncommon for him to rarely meet us."

When Sun Feng heard the words, he immediately shook his head and said helplessly.

"Fellow Daoist Zhang Yi thinks too highly of me. I just helped to support Elder Xia Qing because of the fact that the elders in my family had some friendship with Elder Xia Qing."

"Compared with the experience of fellow daoists, it is far from worth mentioning."

Regarding Sun Feng's praise, Zhang Yi smiled and said nothing.

It is absolutely impossible for the other party to take the initiative to strike up a conversation for a simple compliment or two.

After all, both of them are saints who have practiced for hundreds of thousands of years, and they have never experienced anything, so it is naturally impossible to get closer with simple words.

When the other party came to him, he should have something to say, but Zhang Yi was waiting for the other party to get down to business.

Seeing Zhang Yi's expression, the latter suddenly moved in his heart, and suddenly transmitted the voice with his spiritual thoughts.

"Friend Zhang Yi, can you move to Xuanyuan Peak to talk about it?"

Sure enough, he didn't go to the Three Treasures Hall for nothing, but he didn't know what the other party was planning?

Zhang Yi heard Sun Feng's spiritual thought transmission, and his heart suddenly moved. Immediately, his expression was normal, and his figure flickered, and he left the Emperor Sword.

And Sun Feng also returned the same way, turning into a ray of light and going away.

...

Xuanyuan Peak, this is a towering mountain in the eastern part of Jianshan Mountain.

Its mountain is steep and straight, with clouds surrounding its waist, and Yuan Pouring Wind is all around, which is specially designed to break through the shield of true energy and hurt people's bodies.

If there is no permission to break into this place without authorization, even ordinary saints will be in danger.

This Xuanyuan Peak is precisely Sun Feng's residence, and he chose it after the Martial Dao Festival.

As for the Yuan-shattering wind that surrounded it layer by layer, it was not naturally generated, but the formation formed by the opponent with a strange wind as the core.

At this time, Zhang Yi and Sun Feng were sitting in a stone pavilion on the top of Xuanyuan Peak, in a quiet and fragrant courtyard.

"Evening Star Grass, Lan Youhua, Baxiang Laurel... Fellow Daoist is really elegant, actually planting so many rare natural treasures."

"And according to the records in the classics, this night star grass should only survive under the starry night, and it will wither when it encounters sunlight."

"But Fellow Daoist was able to make it grow steadily during the day without being affected. It seems that he has done some research on the understanding of Tiancaidibao."

Zhang Yi sat in the stone pavilion and said with a smile.

"It's just some small tricks, it's not worth it."

"If fellow daoist likes it, when I leave, I will give fellow daoist some exotic flowers and plants, and attach some experience in cultivation. Fellow daoist can also decorate the Shifu a little bit during the occasion."

Sun Feng quickly replied.

"Then it's settled."

Zhang Yi replied with a smile, and did not refuse, and then he got straight to the point.

"Fellow Daoist Sun Feng invited me here, why? The relationship between us is not so good."

At the end of the conversation, the smile disappeared, and Zhang Yi's tone was a little flat.

When Sun Feng heard the words, his expression froze. He surged his true energy to isolate the space inside and outside the stone pavilion, and then he looked at Zhang Yi and said in a deep voice.

"Friend Zhang Yi, please read this first."

As he spoke, Sun Feng waved his hand across the table, and a worn-out piece of copper appeared on the table.

"This is……"

Seeing this, Zhang Yi narrowed his eyes slightly. He looked at Sun Feng, but the latter said in a deep voice, "Friend Zhang Yi, if you don't mind, you can search for it."

"Then I won't be polite."

Hearing this, Zhang Yi spoke indifferently, and then he raised his hand and held the old copper piece in his hand.

Starting with a slightly cool hand, you can feel the subtle changes in the lines on the surface of the copper sheet, and within it, there is even a faint and strange fluctuation.

Zhang Yi flipped the copper plate over and looked at the back, only to see a half-cut metal leopard engraved there.

"This thing is."

Zhang Yi murmured, he suddenly clenched his palm, and saw a ray of radiant real energy condensed in his hand, and finally poured into the copper plate.

Immediately, the copper piece glowed slightly, and the subtle fluctuations inside it were aroused by the bright true essence, and a vision emerged from the inside of the stone pavilion in the middle of the sky.

It was a huge mountain made of black iron stones, cold and hard, without any temperature, and without any vitality.

Only in various parts of the mountain, there are exquisite mechanism creations, patrolling all directions, and faithfully executing various orders.

Seeing the picture that appeared in mid-air, Zhang Yi's pupils couldn't help condensing slightly.

Because he saw that the creatures patrolling the huge mountain, whether it was the flying condor, or the running Wolf King Howling Moon, or all kinds of strange creatures, were not real flesh and blood, but alchemy creations. .

Judging from the energy levels emitted from the bodies of these alchemy puppets, they all have an energy level approaching that of a saint.

This also means that these alchemy puppets can truly match the combat power of saints.

And in the scene that emerged in mid-air, Zhang Yi had a rough glimpse of the alchemy creations hidden in the vast Black Iron Mountain, and there were more than a hundred!

This is very thought-provoking.

In the stone pavilion, Zhang Yi fell into silence. It was not until a moment later that he let go of his palm and put the copper piece on the table. Then he looked at Sun Feng and said in a deep voice.

"Is this copper piece related to Qianji Cult?"

Hearing this, Sun Feng immediately smiled and nodded.

"Fellow Daoist is indeed well-informed. This copper piece is indeed a product of Qianji Cult. Even I got it by accident in an underground market."

"Sure enough, it's Qianjijiao..."

Zhang Yi muttered, lost in memory.

Qianji Sect, this is not a sect force developed in the Sea of ​​​​Rage, but a sect established by outsiders who flowed into the Sea of ​​​​Rage.

And different from ordinary sects, since the establishment of Qianji Sect, it has never formally recruited disciples to strengthen itself.

For hundreds of years, only a handful of people have been able to enter the Thousand Machines Sect.

That is to say, in the four hundred years from its establishment to its collapse, the number of the Thousand Machine Sect, at its peak, did not exceed twenty.

There is one more tonight