The whole sect is reborn

At this time, Qin Ziyi was actually very helpless. By the way, didn't Master and his brothers and sisters follow him just to accompany him back to his hometown? Why did everyone start fighting before he even entered the city?

There is also the name "Holy Lotus of Wrath" given by Master. Ahem, it's really hard to describe. Can't you just keep a low profile?

Moreover, didn't they see that the monks waiting to enter the city outside Sifangzhou were looking at them strangely?

Qin Ziyi had already begun to doubt whether his master and his brothers and sisters came to Sifangzhou for him or to have fun.

Fortunately, there is a junior sister who is very considerate.

At this moment, Zhu Fu repeatedly greeted his master and senior brothers and sisters who had gone crazy.

"Master, brothers and sisters, stop making trouble. We are getting ready to enter the city."

Ling Junqian ran back angrily. This master, who had always been dishonest, was even more disrespectful now. He had to let Zhu Fu turn into a fire lotus to show to the blind disciples.

"Um, lotus?"

Zhu Fu was a little embarrassed, but recalling the appearance of the iceberg snow lotus on the Beiyin Mountains, he moved his fingers and tried to make one.

Carefully recalling the appearance of the iceberg and snow lotus, tiny flames came out of Zhu Fu's fingertips and swayed in the air.

Looking at Zhu Fu with his eyes tightly closed, Ling Junqian and others were suddenly startled.

Wait, he just said that casually, and the young disciple actually did it? Is it true or false?!

Zhong Kelian quickly covered the excited Ling Junqian's mouth with quick eyes and hands to prevent him from disturbing the little junior sister.

The flame, which was only the size of a fingertip, seemed to be carefully carved by an invisible hand.

One layer after another!

The iceberg snow lotuses on the Beiyin Mountains are special. Each flower has more than a hundred petals, which are layered on top of each other and are very beautiful.

And what Zhu Fu wants to do is obviously this kind of fire lotus.

However, this level of carving requires a high level of spiritual consciousness. Moreover, the flame on Zhu Fu's fingertips is not the monk's elixir fire, but real anger.

For thousands of years, no one has ever been able to materialize a spiritual thing like anger, so everyone in the Wuji Sect was stunned for a while.

It was also at this time that they once again recalled that although the Wuji Sect of this generation was full of talents, the one with the best talent, qualifications and even luck among them was naturally Xiao Qi.

As the only surviving fairy-demon hybrid, this child's luck is first of all as powerful as a rainbow. Then, this child's understanding is really amazing.

As the only founder of the path of immortality and magic, this child cannot even be guided by senior experts like Mo Zui, so he can only rely on himself. But the child's step-by-step approach is far more sure-footed than others.

Much.

After half a stick of incense, the fire lotus on Zhu Fu's fingertips was finally carved. Although it was only as big as the belly of a finger, it was lifelike. Each petal had a special texture, similar to the icebergs on the Bein Mountains.

The snow lotus has the same purpose but the same purpose. Even because this fire lotus is not big, it looks more delicate.

At this time, Zhu Fu's face was a little pale due to the long-term anger. But he was in good spirits.

After holding the fire lotus and looking at it, Zhu Fu thought carefully and simply lowered the temperature on the surface of the fire lotus. The surface of the fire lotus suddenly solidified into a layer of crystal similar to glass.

From the outside, this delicate fire lotus, which is only about the size of a fingertip, is bright red, and there is a liquid-like fluid flowing slowly inside. When the sun shines on it, it suddenly shines with a dazzling luster. It is really beautiful.

Then Zhu Fu handed the small fire lotus to Ling Junqian, with a smile on his somewhat pale face.

"Master, this is for you. You can make it into a fan pendant."

Ling Junqian has always liked folding fans, which are innocuous but arty, but the folding fans he usually uses are not of good quality, so he doesn't have a fan pendant.

He didn't expect that his little disciple would notice this detail. Ling Junqian was stunned for a moment, and then he snatched the small fire lotus in the eyes of all the disciples' burning jealousy. He didn't even have time to think about what the fire lotus was.

Not hot to the touch.

Of course it's not hot, and Zhu Fu won't hurt her master.

But after Ling Junqian took it, he looked around, rummaged around in the storage bag, and finally took out a fan of a third-grade spiritual weapon. This was already Ling Junqian's best fan. It was still used by his second disciple Pei Mingzhi.

The leftover materials used by everyone to upgrade their spiritual weapons were re-refined. But after all, they didn’t use too many good materials, so they were only third-grade spiritual weapons.

In fact, these third-grade spiritual weapons were already very precious, but at this time, Ling Junqian felt that even ninth-grade spiritual weapons and even treasures were not as good as the fire lotus pendant given by the young disciple!

Ling Junqian hurriedly tied it to the fan, smiling brightly. This was a gift given to him by the young disciple, how could he not be happy? His mouth almost burst from laughter, okay?

"Thank you, Xiaoqi. I like it very much as a teacher."

Zhong Kelian and others stared at the fan pendant that Ling Jun Qianshou was guarding tightly in his heart with fire in his eyes, feeling a mixture of ups and downs in his heart, all occupied.

But they didn't say what they wanted, because everyone could clearly see that Zhu Fu's face didn't look good.

But at this time, Zhu Fu couldn't help but speak cautiously.

"Master, um, this fan pendant is for you, you..."

Can you give my technique a lower-key name?

But before Zhu Fu finished speaking, he heard a somewhat surprised voice.

"Young Master?"

Qin Ziyi, who was looking at his master and his brothers and sisters with a smile on his face, heard this voice, and the smile on his face suddenly disappeared.

The moment before the uncertain voice sounded again behind him, he turned around and nodded lightly.

"Uncle Quan, it's me."

The middle-aged male cultivator who was hesitant and worried that he might offend someone by calling the wrong person burst into tears when he saw Qin Ziyi's face.

"Young Master! It's really you! I thought I would never see you again in this life!"

The middle-aged male cultivator rushed towards him and was about to kneel down! Qin Ziyi stopped him with quick eyes and hands.

"Uncle Quan, what are you doing?!"

"Young Master! You are finally back!"

The middle-aged male cultivator was immersed in ecstasy. He ignored the several extraordinary cultivators behind Qin Ziyi for a while, and just pulled Qin Ziyi towards the city gate!

"Come on, come on, young master! The patriarch must be very worried about you. You haven't come back for so long. Go back and see him quickly. And madam, she has been waiting for you! Oh, why are you so cruel? This time

It’s been seven years since I left, and I haven’t even sent a message back, which makes me so worried!”