Nine Heavens

Not forging soldiers during the day and not fighting treasures at night is the rule of the Treasure Fighting Conference over the years. The reason for not forging soldiers during the day is because the magic and strangeness of weapons and equipment are even more apparent under the cold night light.

No treasure fighting at night is for the fairness of the competition. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, you love me, I am willing to bet and admit defeat.

At this moment, when the clouds are swaying and the moon is shuttled, layers of moonlight are floating on the alchemy field. Hundreds of thousands of people from various sects around them did not leave because of the night, but stopped with interest. Noisy during the day, quietly watching the busy figures on the Dou Dan field, looking forward to the beginning of another eye-catching feast.

These figures methodically removed the eighty-eighty-sixty-four alchemy furnaces, and then Daoist Bingpo waved his sleeves, and in an instant, at a position several feet high in the void above the field, a beautiful jade mountain with steep cliffs appeared. It is more than ten feet high, slowly rotating, thousands of flowers are flowing, and beautiful colors are shining under the moonlight.

There is a waterfall hanging on the top of the mountain, like yarn, flowing with the wind, and below it is a secluded pool, with green waves surging and cold smoke curling up.

Auspicious clouds surround Yushan Mountain, clouds and smoke curl up in the mountain, faint green trees and bamboo patches, and occasionally spiritual birds leap and shuttle. Only the pool and waterfall are clear, and the rest are hazy. Hole its ultimate.

On the bank of the lake, which is slightly wide, there are twenty-three quaint open-air forging stone rooms. Each stone room has a forging furnace, a fine steel giant axe, and a Xuanyang diamond cutting board.

Bing Po Daoist looked around at the people from various sects around him, stared at the strange mountain in the void and said loudly: "This is a soldier-forging profound realm called Piao Yuan that I sent. It's time to enter the time, please invite all sects Each trainer will send a trainer to enter the train, and the limit will be sunrise tomorrow morning, as in the past, the top three will be judged, and the one with the highest quality will win!"

Before the words fell, he flipped his wrist and flicked his fingers, and under the floating abyss, there was a slight fluctuation in the center of the practice field, and a clear light disc appeared, more than a foot away from the ground, lingling and flooding. Everyone looked intently, it turned out to be the teleportation circle entering Piaoyuan.

Under the moonlight, the forgers from the Sixteen Immortals, the three major families and the four sects, first the forgers from the Sixteenth Immortals and the three major families jumped onto the teleportation circle, turned into a blue light, and shot instantly. After entering the floating abyss, the forging masters of the four sects Xuanlingmen, Wenyang Palace, Shuluo Temple and Qingxindao also walked towards the teleportation formation.

On Xuanlingmen's side, a third-level high-ranking soldier-forging master, an elder-level figure under Huolong Zhenren's sect, is on stage. He has a strong body, elegant demeanor, and high spirits. He is known as the Sword Forging Immortal Junyi Feiyang.

The Wenyang Palace is played by Duan Changhong, a famous disciple of the sect known as the ancestor of the forging soldiers in the fairy world, and he is a fifth-level middle-level soldier forging master. A tall, round-armed monk with a big face appeared in the Shura Temple. Hearing from the discussion among the crowd, this person was named Luo Changtianfei, the god of mending sky, and his Buddha name was Kuoxu.

Qingxindao played a handsome young man, dressed in a long gown in blue, with divine eyes and a shy face, but his name is not small, the fairy world is called the devil-killing forging god and cutting the world, he is a fourth-level elite soldier forging master.

In the dark, Mr. Wenyang, who has always been cold and evil, has been unable to eliminate the resentment of losing the bet. His fists are clenched and his eyes are bloodshot. He shoots at Xuanlingmen, especially that Liu Qianlang who has infinite hatred. , and at the same time, thoughts were spinning rapidly in his mind. When he saw that the forging master in his sect, Duan Changhong, was about to shoot into the teleportation formation, he suddenly let out a shocking shout: "Wait!" He was so shocked that he drank violently. In an instant, the silence of the moonlit night was broken, and the disciples of all sects couldn't help but boil again, tiptoeing to look at Mr. Wenyang.

Hearing Mr. Wenyang's yelling, the real Bingpo, the scholar who is good at habit, the other peak masters at Xuanlingmen, and the three peak masters who returned to the venue, the real Huolong, the real Zixiao, and the real Aoyu are all Startled for a moment, he couldn't help casting a puzzled look.

Master Ciyuan and Taoist Qingxin on the south side were also deeply surprised, and an ominous premonition faintly rose in their hearts. After a while, the inference of the two was confirmed.

I saw Mr. Wenyang, with a cold face, stepping into the arena majestically, scanning around the dignitaries of various sects, and then his eyes fell directly on Liu Qianlang, the acting master of Xiaotian Peak of Xuanlingmen, and said sarcastically : "During the day, Peak Master Liu Dai's alchemy skills are superb, and I am willing to admit defeat, but I am still enjoying the bet, and I still want to bet with Peak Master Liu Dai, but I don't know if Peak Master Liu Dai will dare to accept it!"

Hearing this, Master Ciyuan and Taoist Qingxin smiled wryly again, sighing in their hearts that this person is so depraved and unrelenting, isn't it regrettable.

Master Bing Po was dissatisfied when he heard Mr. Wen Yang's words and challenged Liu Qianlang directly, but he didn't say anything, but turned his attention to Liu Qianlang.

Liu Qianlang also returned the gaze cast by the head master and other peak masters, and then bowed to Mr. Wenyang and said, "Since Mr. Wenyang is so elegant, you might as well explain clearly how and why you and I bet. ? If I remember correctly, all the property, elixir, and treasure you brought with you were all bets when you fought against the alchemy, so what are you betting with me now?"

"That's right!" There was a voice of agreement among the crowd.

"Haha, that's true. Don't you think that I, Mr. Wenyang, will rely on your bet! I just ask you if you dare to bet with me. As for what to bet, you will naturally be convinced!" Mr. Wenyang It seemed that he had regained his complacent expression, and looked at the curious people around him with disdain.

In fact, Liu Qianlang originally planned that after the Yibao Conference, except for the five alchemists, all other treasures would be secretly returned. After all, Wenyang Palace is a big sect in the fairy world. The grievances caused Xuanlingmen and Wenyang Palace to forge too much enmity, which is extremely unfavorable for the major sects to get along with each other. This should also be the common thought of all the important figures of the sects present.

But this Mr. Wenyang is relentless, and he has the viciousness of putting people to death and then quickly, why should such a person need sympathy. As for sect disputes that have existed since ancient times, it is understandable that I, a junior who has just stepped into the fairy sect, did not take care of it thoroughly.

Thinking of this, Liu Qianlang smiled heartily: "Haha, since Mr. Wenyang insists on this, then I, Liu Qianlang, don't know how to flatter me, so I will make the world laugh at me, okay! I promise you, tell me, how to bet, what to bet !"

When Mr. Wenyang heard it, he couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion in his heart, thinking that I don't believe it, your kid has practiced the elixir by accident, and you can also forge superb weapons, maybe you don't know it at all. And since I was a child, I have been proficient in the mystical knowledge of heaven and earth, I have been influenced by countless skilled craftsmen in the sect, and I am proficient in the art of forging soldiers. I have a total of nine ranks and twenty-seven ranks of military forging masters. I am already at the rank of five ranks. It is more than enough to surpass every forging master who is about to enter the field, and you are more than enough to beat you, unless you are a soldier who is above the level of the Forging King or above.

Glancing at Liu Qianlang, Mr. Wenyang laughed and said, "Of course it's the art of forging soldiers. It's better for you and me to go on the field in person and show off our talents. All the winners and losers are determined by the soldiers you forge! As for the bet!" In other words, Mr. Wenyang, let’s be a little more empty. Emerald and cold lights suddenly flashed from the ten-foot void in the field, making it impossible to look directly at them, covering the entire practice field. After a burst of emerald, cold lights, they slowly condensed , Finally, after groaning and pondering, it condensed into a Zhang Yu Cuihong giant sword, which was in the void, trembling continuously.

"Sword of Heaven!" A man of insight among the crowd shouted out the name of this sword in surprise. As soon as the sky rises, all demons disappear. The Sky Sword is a fairy artifact left by the sword celestial being when the sky ascended to immortality. Since its ascension into the sky, this sword has caused people from various factions to scramble for it several times. However, the fairy sword has never met the new master it identified. Hundreds of millions of years later, a giant monster in Nantianyang turned into a fairy. One day, it stirred up troubles and rolled up the sword on the shore. It was obtained by a naughty boy named Wenyang by the ocean. Because this sword was refined by Nine Heavens Galaxy Jade, its whole body is dripping with emerald green, it is truly beautiful.

From then on, this child couldn't put it down, and used it as a toy all day long. When he became an adult, he passed it on to his descendants. After more than a hundred generations, it finally fell into the hands of a child named Wenyang Qiongjie. Coincidentally, the seal on this sword was broken, and the sword's cultivation formula, the Sky Jue, was obtained.

From then on, this child embarked on the journey of immortality, proudly proud of the immortal world with the sword of the sky, and founded a sect named Wenyang Palace. After tens of thousands of years, Wenyang Palace has achieved great achievements in the Immortal World today, and because of the relative peace of the Immortal World, the Cang Qiong Sword has been sealed by Wenyang Palace in the Cang Qiong Pavilion, resting peacefully.

But what is unimaginable is how such a fetish of the Wenyang Palace would appear on the body of Mr. Wenyang, whether it is the inheritance or Mr. Wenyang broke the seal and took it privately, which made the dignitaries of the various sects present have doubts Heavy. However, no matter how miraculous the Cang Qiong Sword is, it is a property of Wenyang Palace after all, and it is not for outsiders to intervene, so they can only watch the excitement.

With such a bet, Master Ciyuan, Taoist Qingxin, the peak masters of Xuanling Sect, as well as the three major families and the important people of the Sixteen Immortal Sect all stared at Liu Qianlang intently to see how he would deal with it.

May I ask how many bets can be compared with the Cang Qiong Sword in today's Immortal World? Therefore, in this bet, everyone including Xuanlingmen decided that Liu Qianlang was doomed. Because not to mention the art of forging soldiers, you can't even place a bet.

However, what surprised the dignitaries present was that when Liu Qianlang saw the Cang Qiong Sword, not only did he not panic or panic, but his face was calm, and he examined the Cang Qiong Sword more curiously than anyone else, admiring again and again, as if he had forgotten that he had to The bet is average.

Seeing the surroundings, especially the dignitaries of various sects looking at the Sky Sword in surprise, Mr. Wenyang completely forgot the pain of losing the alchemy, his face regained a complacent look, his wrist became flexible, and he fanned the sword leisurely. Yun Shan looked at Liu Qianlang with disdain, and waited for him to retreat in the face of difficulties and obediently hand over everything he had won during the day.

Liu Qianlang seemed to have completely forgotten the world around him, and was so intoxicated by the beautiful and beautiful brilliance of the sky that the people around him thought he was stupid or was deliberately looking for a reason to avoid him.

Naturally, Liu Qianlang is not stupid. When he was intoxicated by the wonderful brilliance of the Sky Sword, his heart was turbulently churning, making a difficult choice whether to gamble or not to gamble. Liu Qianlang knew very well that after making such a bet, the most convincing bet on him was the Soul-calling Excalibur, but this sword would definitely cause an even greater uproar.

The channel person in the mentor world has repeatedly warned him not to show his treasures to others at will, otherwise it will bring disaster at the slightest, and cause a mutiny in the fairy world at the worst. Or break the contract and not gamble, but this is Liu Qianlang's character, Liu Qianlang has always believed that the road to immortality is long and long, and how difficult it is to advance, he would rather die than retreat!

But no matter how difficult the choice is, one still has to choose. Liu Qianlang's eyes gradually showed fortitude, and he raised his eyes to stare at Mr. Wenyang for a long, long time.