Lanke Chess Edge

This is like the loud sound of the Hongzhong, not everyone can hear it, and those with shallow skills can't feel anything, but from some reactions of the elders, one can guess something.

The movement of Xianlai Peak made everyone in the Xianyou Conference more and more curious, but no matter how curious they were, they could only endure it, and it was not easy to spy on anything.

And as the sound like a bell passed away, after three days of a more violent eruption of Xianlai Peak's heat, it began to quickly subside until there was no longer the hot feeling of the real fire.

In the guest room of Yunxia Garden, the four people including Ji Yuan breathed a sigh of relief. At this moment, the scene of Ji Yuan's artistic conception of mountains and rivers has receded, and the scenery in the guest room of Yunxia Garden has been restored.

Although the immortal cultivators in Jiufeng Mountain were very nervous because of the influence of the real fire of samadhi, but in terms of materiality, even the decorative furniture in this living room did not have a trace of burnt marks.

But these are secondary.

At this moment, in front of Ji Yuan, the old beggar, Ju Yuanzi, and Zhu Tingtao, there are several clusters of silk threads suspended. These silk threads are crystal clear and flawless, without any impurities except the power of the golden spirit, and they are extremely concise. Before more flexibility.

Ji Yuan stretched out his hand to lead one of the balls of silk, and the other three also led each of them to observe carefully.

"Hehehehe..."

Ju Yuanzi said without a smile.

"From now on, this method of refining silk will definitely occupy a place among the golden spirits!"

"good!"

"Wonderful!"

"It should be so!"

The other three are also full of sense of accomplishment. This small test, refining these balls of golden spirit silk, makes the four of them look forward to the treasure refining in the future, and they are more confident, and there is a helper coming.

Just as he was talking, Ji Yuan's heart suddenly moved.

"The time is just right, Mr. Ying is coming soon, I'll go and apologize to Fellow Daoist Jiufeng Mountain first, and then I'll explain the matter face to face!"

"Well, let's go together!"

All four of them stood up and stepped out of the living room of Yunxia Garden for the first time in more than a month.

At the same moment, the Qingteng sword hovering in Xianlai Peak also turned into a beam of sword light and flew back to Ji Yuan. The fairy sword itself is not afraid of the artistic conception brought by the real fire of Samadhi, but the Qingteng sword did not come back when it came back. Immediately returned to Ji Yuan's side, mainly because of the little paper crane.

If it is hidden in the kit in Ji Yuan's arms, the little paper crane is not afraid, but now this situation really makes the little paper crane terrified. Its spiritual sense is very keen, even better than ordinary immortal cultivators. The Xianlai Peak froze, and the Qingteng sword did not go back.

Seeing the fairy sword flying back at this moment, Ji Yuan smiled and didn't say anything, just took the paper crane back and put it in his arms, and then flew to the main peak of Jiufeng Mountain with the three of them.

For the monks of Jiufeng Mountain, there is nothing unreasonable. Anything can happen in such a grand event of the Immortal Dao. Before the conference, there were much fewer disputes due to discussions, at least there were indeed fewer fights than before.

Moreover, Ji Yuan and the others forged an incredible treasure, which added a mysterious color to this Immortal Travel Conference, which Jiufeng Mountain couldn't wish for.

So Ji Yuan and others came to explain their intentions, and the head teacher of Jiufeng Mountain expressed his understanding very much, and also said that Xianlai Peak could be used as a place for refining weapons, and he readily agreed to let the old dragon enter Jiufeng Cave, after all, even if it is theoretical The above is a monster clan, and the identity of a real dragon is also noble.

As for what kind of treasure they were refining, of course the four of them did not say. First, they are immortal monks who like to maintain a sense of mystery about their own magic weapons. Second, they have not been successfully refined after all. In this case, if they fail It's still a bit embarrassing, so it's better not to say it.

...

On this day, above the high-altitude clouds outside Jiufeng Cave, a Chilong hundreds of feet long ushered in.

"Ang Ho—"

The sound of the dragon chant resounded through the sky beyond the Jiufeng Cave, and even spread to Ruan Mountain. The thunder clouds in the sky accompanied each other, and the dragon chant sounded like thunder rolling in all directions. This is the old dragon notifying Ji Yuan, expressing himself has arrived.

Because of the dark clouds, Ruan Mountain, which was originally sunny, has been dimmed in an instant, showing the image of dark clouds covering the sky.

"Boom..."

Thunder was shining in the clouds, and through the light of the thunder, the huge dragon shadow on the clouds could be vaguely seen.

Many immortal cultivators on the periphery watched from a distance in astonishment and fear, and there were also people in the Ruanshan Ferry below who either flew into the sky or used their magic eyes to observe the sky in various ways.

"Dragon! This is definitely a dragon!"

"Looking at the power, is it a real dragon?"

"Hush... don't make mistakes, don't talk about the king of Mizusawa!"

"What is Zhenlong doing here at Jiufeng Mountain? Doesn't he know what day it is?"

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Those who didn't know were talking about it, but Ji Yuan, accompanied by an old monk from Jiufeng Mountain, took the old beggar and others out of the cave to meet the old dragon.

Once out of the cave, the originally blurry and distant scene outside is clearly displayed in front of my eyes. A dragon hundreds of feet long is quietly suspended above the clouds, its long beard swaying slowly, and a pair of amber dragon eyes seem to be two. A huge bright lamp was staring at the phantom of Jiufeng Mountain.

This is also the first time that Ji Yuan has seen the real body of the old dragon. It is so huge that it is like a mountain in the sky. Standing in front of the old dragon and looking at it, there is an illusion that the end of the dragon's body cannot be seen.

The strong oppressive feeling of the real dragon hit everyone's nerves.

"Mr. Ji, Ying Honglai, did you not miss the weapon refining?"

The old dragon's eyes focused on his friend Ji Yuan and others who had come out of the cave, and his voice was like rolling thunder, and when he opened his mouth, there was a thunderbolt shining in the clouds.

"Boom..."

"Crack... Boom..."

Ji Yuan stabilized his mind, hurried forward and saluted slightly.

"It's not too late, Mr. Ying came at the right time, follow me into the Nine Peaks Cave, um, take this chilong real body away, otherwise there will be no place for you to sit on the mountain."

"Hehehehehe...hahahahaha...that's exactly what I said!"

In the laughter mixed with the sound of thunder, the body of the real dragon shrunk with the light of the thunder, and finally turned into an elderly man wearing a straight blouse, which was Ying Hong's body.

"Mr. Ji, and all of you, welcome to Ying Hong!"

"You don't have to be polite, Lord Dragon!"

"Hello, Lord Long!"

"Goodbye Long Jun, still in high spirits!"

"I have seen Lord Long, and I, Jiufeng Mountain, welcome Lord Long to visit!"

The old beggar and others returned their greetings one after another. Ju Yuanzi, who had been nervous all the time, was slightly relieved seeing that the old dragon was so easy-going. They, Yuhuai Mountain, had a feud with the old dragon before.

"Let's go, on the occasion of the Fairy Journey Conference, I have the opportunity to use one of the peaks of Jiufeng Mountain as a place for refining weapons, and use the Jiufeng Cave and the Jiufeng Mountain Great Formation to isolate the heaven and foreign demons, taking advantage of the time and place. If you come, you can take advantage of the people and start!"

As soon as the old dragon flew to Ji Yuan's side, the latter began to talk about the crafting in detail through sound transmission, and also described the process of refining the golden spirit silk one by one. The old dragon's expression was very exciting.

After entering the Nine Peaks Cave, the five of them couldn't wait, and flew back to Yunxia Garden again, even though they knew that the Fairy Journey Conference would officially start five days later, they still had no distractions.

For the old beggar and others, the Immortal Travel Conference was not so rare, since refining treasures was not so important, but Ji Yuan and Lao Long felt a little pity.

From Ji Yuan's point of view, five days later is almost equivalent to the opening ceremony, and it may be a little exciting, but Laolong has never heard of the name of the Xianyou Conference, but all this is not as important as treasure refining to the two of them. .

In Yunxia Garden of Xianlai Peak, it was still in the same living room. On five futons sat Ji Yuan, Ying Hong, Lu Niansheng, Ju Yuanzi, and Zhu Tingtao respectively. There are several five-element spiritual objects suspended, and the special golden rope suspended in the center.

"Ji holds the real fire of samadhi, Mr. Ying holds sunflower water and golden scales, Mr. Lu holds the sacred stone of the mountain, fellow Taoists hold the golden spirit silk, and fellow Taoists hold the heavenly tribulation thunder. This means that the five elements are complete."

"Wonderful!"

"Excellent!"

...

With his aura fully revealed at this moment, the old dragon could tell at a glance the superiority of everyone present.

'That's right, besides the true immortal Ji Yuan, the Taoism of the other three people can also be seen, one real dragon and one real immortal, controlling the two poles of water and fire, leading to the two poles of yin and yang in the true fire of samadhi, wonderful! '

Ji Yuan glanced over the crowd, and finally exhorted.

"The golden spirit silk has been perfected, and the true fire of samadhi and the tribulation thunder of heaven do not need to be refined. Let me start with the two spirits of earth and water. After everything is complete, it is time to refine treasures. Everyone, let's start!"

"Shoot together!"

Xianlai Peak, which was still calm one moment ago, in the next moment, several rays of magic light rose into the sky, which caused the great restraining formation of Xianlai Peak itself to unfold, enclosing the changes inside.

Under such circumstances, five days later, the Immortal Journey Conference officially began, and immortal cultivators from all walks of life gathered in Tiandao Peak of Jiufeng Mountain.

It's just that when the immortals are flying away with dazzling celestial light, many eyes will be looking at Xianlai Peak, even the highest cultivation level.

In the bamboo pavilion in a quiet courtyard of Qidao Peak, Jiang Xueling kept stirring the teacup in front of him with a bamboo skewer, as if it would make the tea drink better.

The long hair band should have been dragged to the ground, but without any supernatural powers being cast, even though it kept shaking with Jiang Xueling's body movements, it was still half an inch off the ground.

Outside the pavilion, a female cultivator of the Weimei Sect came hurriedly. Looking at this scene from a distance, she was annoyed and funny, wondering who is the elder.

"Master~! Why are you still here? The Immortal Journey Conference is about to start. We should go to Tiandao Peak!"

Jiang Xueling paused, raised her head with a look of surprise on her face, and then looked at Xianlai Peak in the distance.

"Huh? The Immortal Journey Conference...hasn't it already started..."