Painting of the Nine Immortals

A major event is about to happen.

The Lord of the True Dragons shouted in a high-profile manner, and asked a master master to refine the Supreme Soldier three days later.

As soon as the news came out, it immediately caused a huge wave.

All the creatures of the Wicked Star were shocked, especially those in the Taoism, and they were shocked to the extreme.

Not because of Dragon King's generosity, but because he hired a great master.

The demon star is extremely powerful, there is no shortage of supreme ones, and there are also close people, and there are countless capable people, but there are no four great masters.

This is a world-recognized thing, but at the moment, an expert master appears, naturally shocking the world.

After that, all the creatures became interested, especially those in the Tao, and they were even more excited.

It is rare for a master division to be a public refining machine. Refining the Supreme Soldier is a rare sight for thousands of years. If you miss it, it will be difficult to encounter in this life.

Therefore, most of the monster stars' souls went to the Dragon Clan, and even the Lord of the Seven Royal Clan also left.

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The rising sun is warm and bright.

On the highest mountain of the True Dragon family, Lingxian sat cross-legged, like a Buddha, immortal.

Especially against the background of the morning glow, it is more elegant and elegant.

Behind him, Long Wushuang stood with his hands on his shoulders.

She looked at Ling Xian earnestly and said, "The Supreme Soldier is refined under the eyes of all, aren't you afraid of failure?"

"Your father has asked me about this question." Ling Xian smiled lightly, using his tactics to accomplish something, as long as he didn't expect a problem, it would not be difficult to make the Supreme Soldier.

"What's your answer?" Long Wushuang became interested.

"Isn't this obvious? Since I'm sitting here, it proves that I have full confidence." Ling Xian smiled lightly, and confidently illuminated Tianyu.

"Theoretically speaking, the Grand Master of the Taoism can indeed make the Supreme Soldier, but this is only theory."

"The Supreme Soldier is too difficult to make, and if it is a little worse, it will fail."

Long Wushuang took a deep look at Ling Xian and said, "Moreover, the refiner will be injured."

"Are you concerned about me?" Ling Xian joked.

"I just want to give you a piece of advice." Long Wushuang gave Ling Xian a glance.

"It's late, the news has spread throughout the demon star, giving up is even more embarrassing." Ling Xian Waner said, "Relax, I won't fail."

"I hope so."

Long Wushuang looked at the sky and said, "Tomorrow, there will be countless creatures coming here. I hope Mr. Jiu will come."

"As long as he is obsessed with the device and knows the news, he will definitely come." Ling Xian smiled lightly, not worried that he would fail, or worried that Mr. Jiu would not come.

"Mr. Ling, what you want, I brought you."

The Dragon King stepped out of the void and waved his hands. Over a hundred kinds of magical materials appeared, and the aura of light flashed and dazzled.

"Yes, it's all good." Ling Xian glanced at her with a satisfied smile.

As long as he is not flawed, he will not fail.

"I have already done what I have to do. Next, it's up to you." The Dragon King took a deep look at Ling Xian, with expectations and uncles.

The Supreme Soldier is too difficult to refine, especially in the eyes of the public, even if it is a master of the Taoism, it may not be successful.

"The King of Dragons is assured. Without full confidence, I will not let you spread the news." Ling Xian chuckled, and said, "Okay, I should adjust the status."

"Then I won't bother you." The Dragon King smiled and turned his eyes to Long Wushuang, and said, "Let's go."

With that said, his body faded and disappeared.

Dragon Warriors followed closely behind.

Immediately, Ling Xian faintly heard the words that the Dragon King asked Long Wushuang to stay away from him.

"As for defending me like a thief?" Ling Xian couldn't help crying and laughing, then calmed down and adjusted her state.

Although he had full confidence, the refined soldier could not tolerate the slightest mistake, and naturally had to face it in the best state.

Time passed quietly, and in the early morning of the next day, Ling Xian opened her eyes, and she was full of vitality.

Then he turned his gaze to the front, flashing a hint of surprise.

Because there are too many people coming in, look around, and the pressure is black, really countless.

What is even more amazing is that there were hundreds of ninth-level powerhouses, all of which were magnificent and heavy.

Such a grand occasion, even if it can not be said to be the last, it is also called unprecedented!

And this is just the beginning. Someone came one after another. In the end, even the Lords of the six royal families came.

They lived high above the nine heavens, all like the immortal emperor, overlooking the heavens and earth.

"Isn't that Lingxian? Don't tell me, he is the master of the arts that the Dragon King said!"

"Impossible, how old is he?"

"It can't be him, the master probably hasn't appeared yet."

Seeing that Ling Xian was sitting on the highest peak of the Zhenlong family, everyone who knew him was stunned, and did not believe he was a master of Taoism.

"Isn't it like?"

Ling Xian shook her head and laughed, then looked at the clouds above her head and said, "Dragon King, let's get started."

Hearing that the dragon king appeared in the figure, majestic like the emperor, and ruled over all ages.

He glanced around the audience, letting all creatures shut up and stop talking.

Then, the King of Dragons looked at Ling Xian and said, "This is the great master I invited."

As soon as this remark came out, it was silent for nine days and ten places.

The creatures staring at the scene widened their eyes, even the lords of those royal families, and they were stunned.

"Is the Dragon King wrong or I heard it wrong, how could Lingxian be the master of the Tao?"

"It is said that he is invincible in the same rank, I believe, but the master Taoist master is too exaggerated."

"Yes, how can a little fellow who has been practicing for less than two hundred years come to the master?"

Everyone spoke, unwilling to believe.

Ling Xian is too young. In the eyes of those ninth-level powerhouses, he is a junior. How can he achieve such brilliant achievements?

"I'm right, and you didn't hear me wrong."

The Dragon King said lightly, saying: "It is true or false, I will know when I will."

After that, he turned his eyes to Ling Xian and said, "It's over to you."

"Looking for Mr. Jiu, I gave it to the Dragon King." Ling Xian smiled slightly. Mr. Jiu was a close man without enemies. He couldn't find it.

"I've found Mr. Jiu." The Dragon King smiled and looked at the black crowd below.

"Oh?" Ling Xianxing's eyes were slightly bright. Although he had expected Mr. Jiu to come, he did not expect to find this person so easily.

"Looking at the audience, only one person's breath is above me."

The Dragon King laughed: "I can't think of anyone other than Mr. Jiu."

"Very good, please invite the Dragon King to lobby." Ling Xian smiled slightly, relieved.

Mr. Jiu is the key to dealing with the extraterrestrial demons. If he is willing to take the shot, he will win half the battle.

"Leave it to me, you can make it with peace of mind. If so many people look at it, if you fail, you will lose your face." The dragon king joked, and then he floated down and talked with Mr.

Seeing this, Ling Xian took a deep breath and took out Qian Kunding.

At the same time, everyone's eyes were on him, with doubts and expectations.

At this moment, Ling Xian seemed to be the only luminous body between heaven and earth, attracting the attention of the whole universe.