The cultivation of immortality by mortals begins with the abandoned children of the river

Critical moment.

A short and fat figure suddenly appeared in front of Zhan Nianchuan, and a thick fire dragon popped out from his fingers to meet the huge palm print.

"Boom!"

There was a loud noise, and both the palm seals and the fire dragons shattered, and the wind from the palms spread out with flames. The entire Alchemy Palace shook violently, and dust and stone fragments fell one after another, just like an earth dragon turning over.

"Such a powerful mana fluctuation. Is there an invasion from a foreign enemy?"

"Let's go and have a look!"

The entire Xuantian Peak was alarmed. Countless people looked in the distance towards the Alchemy Palace with horrified expressions on their faces, and several white figures shot towards the Alchemy Palace.

The two figures faced each other proudly, staring intently at each other.

"Master Tong Peak seems to have fully recovered as before, which is really gratifying." Looking at the short and fat monk standing in front of Zhan Nianchuan, Liu Weimao's face twitched and he said in a sinister tone.

"It's all thanks to the help of little friend Nianchuan that Tong can recover from his injury." Tong Dachuan bluntly stated his relationship with Zhan Nianchuan and clearly stated his attitude.

Liu Weimao's expression was gloomy and uncertain. He was also a late-stage foundation-building monk. Tong Dachuan was not afraid of him at all. It was useless to use his identity as the elder of the Dan Palace to suppress him. He could not control Lin Dan Peak.

But if he had to swallow this breath, he would never be able to do it. Otherwise, where would he be able to put his dignity as the great elder of the Alchemy Palace?

More importantly, Zhan Nianchuan probably still has Zhu Guo in his body, which is the key to whether his son can advance to the foundation level!

Thinking of this, Liu Weimao laughed evilly, opened the red gold fan in his hand, gently stroked the golden dragons on the fan, and said lightly:

"Since Master Tong must protect this traitor, it will be difficult." His words and actions were full of threats.

Seeing Tong Dachuan frown, Liu Weimao spoke first: "But if Master Tong gives me this face, I, Mr. Liu, owe you a favor, how about it?"

If possible, Liu Weimao really didn't want to conflict with Tong Dachuan, so he first threatened and then showed his kindness, hoping to make Tong Dachuan leave. As the elder of the Alchemy Palace, he could still achieve a moderate tilt in the distribution of elixirs.

But something happened that disappointed him. Tong Dachuan flatly rejected his proposal without any hesitation.

"Sorry, little friend Nianchuan has done me a great favor, and I, Tong, cannot ignore it."

"Hmph, then please give me some advice, Peak Master Tong!"

Liu Weimao waved his red gold fan heavily. As the fan roared, several golden dragons flew out from the fan and quickly grew to more than ten feet in length. They all roared at Tong Dachuan.

A fiery red sword light that was more than ten feet long appeared, and the temperature nearby suddenly increased. Tong Dachuan's face was extremely solemn, and he held the sword in one hand and pointed at Liu Weimao from a distance.

A war is about to break out.

"It's amazing. A battle between two late-stage foundation-building monks is rare."

"Who are you optimistic about? I heard that Peak Master Tong was known as the number one master under the ancestor in the past?"

"That was before. After all, Peak Master Tong has been seriously injured for nearly twenty years. I still have a high opinion of Elder Liu."

The many disciples who were looking from a distance looked at the hovering huge golden dragon and the astonishingly powerful sword with awe on their faces, and started arguing incessantly in excitement.

"Junior brothers, please wait!"

A white figure inserted like lightning between the two people who were at war with each other. It was Liu Rulong, the leader of the Xuantian Sect.

Then several elders rushed to the scene and began to persuade the two.

"Senior Brother Liu, why bother? We are all brothers from the same sect. Why should we be angry?"

"Old boy, stop fighting. If you want to fight, fight the sea monster. Why are you starting a fight with Lao Liu?"

"That's right, isn't this making the disciples below laugh? Don't fight, don't fight, let's go for a walk, Sect Leader Liu will treat you at noon."

When Liu Weimao saw Liu Rulong and many elders arriving, he knew that the fight would definitely be impossible, so he snorted coldly and withdrew the magic power in his body. The golden dragon in mid-air shrank and returned to the red gold fan.

Tong Dachuan, who had not wanted to take action when he saw this, naturally retracted his sword, and the tension in the scene immediately dissipated.

Liu Rulong breathed a sigh of relief and saw many disciples in the distance still looking around, and immediately cursed angrily:

"Whatever you are looking at, no matter what you look at, you will think about ten years of confinement on the cliff!"

Many disciples shrank their heads and quickly left far away.

At this time, a red sword light broke through the clouds and landed quickly on the field. Tong Xi jumped off the sword and shouted: "It's that bastard who dares to touch my father!"

Seeing Liu Weimao's face turning red and taking a step forward to get angry, Liu Rulong quickly pulled him back and said to Tong Xi with a smile: "Junior Sister Tong, this little misunderstanding has been cleared up now. It's nothing serious."

"Xi'er, don't be rude, come to daddy." Tong Dachuan said calmly and called Tong Xi to his side.

Seeing that his father was fine, Tong Xi breathed a sigh of relief and stood behind Tong Dachuan. Only then did he notice Zhan Nianchuan and Wang Yan next to him.

The three of them all knew each other, smiled at each other, and stood in a row in tacit understanding.

"Two junior brothers, what is going on? We all belong to the same sect and everything is easy to discuss." Liu Rulong stood between the two of them, stroking his white beard and asked with concern, knowing in his heart that the contradiction between the two must be great, otherwise there would be absolutely no way. Will make a move in full view of the public.

Tong Dachuan looked calm and silent, and Liu Rulong had no choice but to turn his attention to Liu Weimao.

"Hmph, I am disciplining my disciples, but Master Tong has to interfere in many things." Liu Weimao was very angry.

Everyone was greatly surprised and couldn't help but look at each other.

Two late-stage foundation-building cultivators almost fought each other, just for a disciple?

The elders could not help but cast their eyes on Zhan Nianchuan, the only low-level cultivator in the field. They were even more confused. He was actually an outer disciple of the third level of Qi Condensation. Is it worth it?

"I am not his disciple. I am the disciple of Master Tong Feng."

A calm and firm voice sounded, and the whole audience was instantly silent.

The elders secretly thought that it was no wonder that Liu Weimao was angry and attacked. This was simply a slap on Liu Weimao's face. No one could tolerate it.

"Traitor, say it again!" Liu Weimao shouted, his beard and hair were angry, and his breath was like a torrent, pressing directly towards Zhan Nianchuan.

Something unexpected happened to all the elders present.

Tong Dachuan, Tong Xi, and Wang Yan actually released their spiritual pressure together and directly faced Liu Weimao.

The spiritual pressures of both sides collided, and Liu Rulong in the middle had to retreat quickly, otherwise he would only make a fool of himself on the spot.

The void vibrated slightly. In front of everyone, Liu Weimao suffered a loss when fighting three people alone. He could not help but take a step back.

This step made Liu Weimao, who was always arrogant, feel humiliated. His eyes were bloodshot. He stared at Wang Yan and Tong Xi and said sinisterly: "You two and that kid..."

Tong Dachuan and the other three changed their expressions. They stepped forward and glared at them. Tong Dachuan's clothes moved without wind, and his long sword glowed red. It seemed that he was about to attack.