Xuanjian Immortal Clan

Qingdu Mountain.

The morning light has just risen from the mountains, gurgling on the treetops, and the sapphire-like road is beautiful in color. It is often called Qingjie by people around Huzhou, which is a metaphor for the step of promotion.

A young man quickly stepped up the steps. He was an imposing man, wearing a platinum Taoist robe with tight-fitting cuffs, looking crisp and neat. Under the golden morning light, his pupils were hidden in the shadow of the bridge of his nose, showing some gold.

The stern young man following behind him was dressed in black and said in a low voice:

"Your Highness, new disciples from all races have entered the mansion...compared to last year, there are 20% less."

Li Zhouwei was seventeen years old and devoted himself to practicing eye skills. At that time, Li Xizhi and Li Ximing were only just practicing Qi at this age, but he had already reached the fifth level of Qi training. He could be said to be the best in the clan for several generations.

Chen Yang is also far ahead of his peers. He only practiced Qi a few years ago and is known as the first person with a foreign surname in the past century. Most of his clan members think it is because he is half a direct descendant of the head of the family. Although they praise him, they don't think it's strange.

"Twenty percent."

The two of them walked on the peak, and they both understood the reason. Li Zhouwei stood with his hands behind his hands, and the golden stars in his pupils kept floating.

The color no longer looked as weird as before, and the brilliance of magic power could clearly be seen. It was the [Big Golden Eyes] brought back by Li Xizhi back then, which caused golden light spots to float and float in his eyes all the time.

He had perfected the [Great Golden Eyes] earlier. This bright yang pupil technique was not easy. It took Wei and Li twenty years to practice it in ancient times, but it was easy in his hands.

Chen Yang was very good at observing words and emotions, assessing the situation, and simply cupped his hands and replied:

"The war in the north is unknown... These guys are afraid of sending their children over here, so they will send them to the north every few years..."

"They kept one or two and sent them away in the name of traveling, one in the east and the other in the west. The number was controlled at 20%... The number of spiritual orifices fluctuates every year, so it's hard to leave any excuses."

Li Zhouwei and him arrived at the foot of the mountain. The lake was ablaze with gold. Several Fetal Breathing monks were already driving boats through the lake. They performed water-avoiding techniques and sank into the lake to mine minerals. The young man lowered his eyes and said:

"How much less?"

Chen Yang said respectfully:

"Chen Dou, Xu Tian, ​​and Li Jing all looked around. There were more people than in previous years. The four towns of Huaqian and the seven cities of Huayu were all less than 10%. The eight towns of Wutu were mostly mountainous and there were not many people. The people in the dense forest were sluggish. There were far fewer. It was enough. A full 20% less..."

"As for the omissions in the list, they are under the supervision of Jade Court, and my subordinates dare not ask."

After Li Zhouwei heard this, he glanced at the water with his bright pupils and replied

"Every family has been favored for many years, and they can be considered loyal. Chen Yang, go check the directory, go to each family in person and ask about it, and send a few letters to the north along the way."

Chen Yang nodded knowingly, with a respectful tone and a deep smile.

"Your Highness...only ask once?"

Li Zhouwei waved his hand:

"Ask me first."

Chen Yang took the order and retreated. Li Zhouwei stood on the shore for a moment, showing a cold expression.

Li Xijun was seriously injured in that battle and had to go into seclusion for an emergency. Li Ximing had no choice but to go out and patrol the lake while refining elixirs and taking care of Li Xijun. Things at home were left empty.

He is getting older and has temporarily taken over the right to speak in Qingdu. Now his family is constantly mobilizing, not only sending people to the north, but also sending people out to explore in various directions. The manpower is already somewhat insufficient.

Going out to explore is much more dangerous. The main thing is to prevent demon cultivators from escaping into the town and eating people. In the end, it is not worth it in the eyes of the various families. Taking risks for mortals, some of the people under the rule are even more reluctant, Li Zhouwei Naturally, he knew it clearly and was not in the mood to deal with it:

"I'm just taking care of the family affairs, and when this big change happens, I shouldn't be too harsh...otherwise..."

He had no choice but to send Chen Yang there. It was to ask openly, but in private it was just a warning. This man was fierce and stern, and he was the most suitable person to send him for this kind of thing.

Li Zhouwei just rode the wind and flew all the way up the mountain. When he reached the top, he saw a stone platform with lingering light and complex patterns.

There is a dark golden halberd stuck in the upper head. The long branches are curved like a crescent moon, and a bright white arc is outlined in the middle. The structure is mysterious and ingenious, shrouding the misty inspiration, silently emitting bright light, illuminating the stone platform. There is no vegetation on the edge, and it is gray and yellow.

There is a round magic weapon placed on the side. It is a small golden-red circle, about the thickness of a little finger, and the material is neither gold nor silver.

"Two ancient magic weapons..."

Both of these are ancient magic weapons, and the former is a magic halberd obtained from the cave. Both of them are flowing with brilliance. The value of the two together is not only worth the Li family, but it is also worth the Li family's various foundations. The magic weapon is combined.

In today's Li family, even Li Ximing doesn't have a decent magic weapon in his hand. Li Xizhi still uses a Qi-training level magic sword, but such a precious magic weapon was prepared for him.

"Breaking through the fifth level of Qi training, you can get this ancient magic weapon!"

Li Zhouwei took a step forward and passed through the formation covering the stone platform. A dazzling light appeared in front of him. This halberd had been sealed here for ten years. The aura of the bright sun was already surging in the formation. If it were not protected by the formation, Li Zhouwei took a step forward. , this stone platform will turn into white sand.

Li Ximing had also taken this magical weapon. Although he was a Taoist master of Mingyang, the halberd only shone slightly in his hand, emitting a few rays of light and had no reaction at all.

And Li Ximing just mentioned the magic weapon and went to refine the elixir on his own. He has not yet refined it and put it away, and even now he does not know the name of the magic weapon.

Li Zhouwei then walked up to the halberd. The blade was already making a buzzing and trembling sound. The bright blade radiated white light, and two seal characters faintly emerged from the halberd shaft.

"[Dasheng]"

He gently held the long handle, and the halberd shook violently, swallowing the magic power hungrily. The golden light in Li Zhouwei's pupils overlapped, and he slowly drew it out.

"Buzz buzz..."

The halberd was refined by him with joy, and the golden light suddenly flew out from the arc in the middle of the halberd, fell on him, and transformed into the bright sun in the sky.

The golden light disappeared in an instant. Li Zhouwei pulled out the halberd, and a sudden realization emerged in his heart:

"[Great Ascension Halberd]"

This halberd does not have serious murderous intent. It seems to have been forged a long time ago. It was put into the cave by the people of Qingsong Temple long ago. It is rarely stained with blood, but is nourished by spiritual energy in the cave that integrates the upper and lower parts.

He couldn't calculate the time, but it was probably five hundred years, so he was full of ideas and spirituality, but he didn't have any bloody murderous intent.

Li Zhouwei had a general experience. Needless to say, the halberd itself was strong and sharp. After all, it was made in ancient times and had been nourished for such a long time. It was much more powerful than today's magical weapons.

Once the mana is injected into it, the halberd emits an invisible white light, making the enemy feel restless and sweating as if exposed to the scorching sun.

There is something mysterious in the arc at the center of the halberd, and there is brilliance and magic within it. Once it is activated by the Ming Yang Immortal Base, it can bless the owner of the magical weapon, possess it, possess it, dance with light and catch flames, and be majestic.

Li Zhouwei was immediately satisfied. He had not built a foundation yet and could not use it. But after all, this was an ancient magic weapon. It was easy to use and fit tightly. They communicated with each other like breathing when held in his hand.

"What a magic weapon!"

He carried it behind his back and glanced at the golden-red Yanghuan on the side. This magical weapon now had no other characteristics besides being strong, but he couldn't take his eyes away.

“So friendly…”

Li Zhouwei glanced at it blankly, and felt the urge to take it with him. Unfortunately, he heard that this magic weapon was an important item of Qingsong Temple and could not be taken out at will.

He left the formation and arrived at the front of the mountain, when he suddenly saw An Siwei falling in a hurry on the wind.

The middle-aged man only said in a deep voice:

"Your Highness, there is a person coming from outside the formation, claiming to be the Miao clan of Tinglei Island in Nanhai, and wants to meet Qingdu..."

"Miao family?"

Li Zhouwei sank slightly and said coldly:

"The elders of the family are still patrolling the lake and are sending flying flame signals. As for the Miao family, please first ask them to wait in the pavilion at the foot of the mountain."

Li Qinghong's incident has long been a problem with the family. Nine times out of ten, the Miao family has bad intentions. The timing is just right. It coincides with the Li family's disappearance and Li Xijun's serious injury. It is really dangerous...

"I wonder if it's Miao Quan. I heard that this person has outstanding strength... If he gets angry, it will be really troublesome."

Li Zhouwei folded his hands and asked:

"Is this person willing to join the battle and have a detailed discussion?"

"My subordinate asked... Although he looked embarrassed, he still nodded after all."

After hearing that this man was willing to join the battle, Li Zhouwei had an idea:

"It seems that either there is not too much malice... or the strength of my family is not clear at all... I just rely on the Zi Mansion behind me. After all, I have entered the Foundation Establishment Formation, and there is suppression in the later stage of Foundation Establishment. It can be said that I am in a dangerous situation... "

The Miao family showed sincerity in their willingness to talk. Naturally, it is better for the Li family to have one more enemy than one less enemy. Li Zhouwei was a little more polite and ordered:

"Bring him some tea."

He then gave the order and thought carefully for a while. His father Li Chengliao also arrived in the formation. Hearing the Miao family being so polite, he frowned and Li Zhouwei said in a deep voice:

"I'm afraid Bian Yanxian Gong's reputation for killing Murong Wu within a quarter of an hour scared them."

The father and son discussed it carefully for a while, and soon came up with a solution. Li Zhouwei said softly:

"Father, go up and keep watch. I'll wait for my uncle."

Li Chengliao nodded calmly and left. The light outside the formation flickered. It seemed that Li Ximing was not far away and came over soon.

Li Ximing, wearing a golden Taoist robe, searched around the lake, but found nothing. He only killed a few demon cultivators, and most of the day passed. He was feeling a little depressed:

"It's really a troublesome thing... I checked all the way to see if there are any traces of foundation building left... Eighth brother is really patient. It takes more than half a year to do this kind of thing."

Li Xijun was seriously injured, and he would definitely have to take action in the remaining time. Li Ximing was not dissatisfied. He was just counting the days, and a few secret techniques were still far away, so he would inevitably have a headache.

"Zi Mansion...how difficult it is!"

This head fell back into the mountain and met Li Zhouwei. Li Ximing was shocked by his fifth level of Qi training and was speechless for a moment. Li Zhouwei had no choice but to speak first and explain the matter concisely.

"Ask him to come up..."

Li Ximing felt even more headache when he heard about the Miao family, but he had to carry this big beam, but he responded calmly.

Li Zhouwei understood his uncle's temperament and summoned Li Chengliao and Li Xuanxuan for him. Without hurting his face, he only said softly:

"Father also got the news early and is already waiting in the palace. My uncle only needs to sit there and don't need to say anything."

Li Ximing glanced at him blankly, but he also understood, nodded with a smile and said:

"good!"

Li Zhouwei poured mana into the Dasheng Longhalberd, making the magic weapon sparkle. The arc in the middle was astonishingly bright. He then handed the magic weapon into his hand and said solemnly:

"The Miao family are monks from the South China Sea. They have the most demonic cultivators. They are often fearful of power and not virtuous. The Immortal Bow of Bianyan Mountain is very famous and has the power to intimidate. These people must have something wrong in their hearts. My uncle placed his halberd next to his seat and looked at his appearance. Just a cold word."

Li Ximing's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he nodded:

"I know how to do this very well."

He rode the wind up, landed in the hall, and sat down at the top. The Miao family followed him into the main hall.

This Miao family has thick eyebrows and a burly figure. Their clothes are very strange, they look like Taoism but not Taoism, they look like monks but not monks. They have two large copper bowls tied around their waists, and their behavior is quite polite.

"Listen to Lei Dao Miao Ye! I have met fellow Taoist!"

Miao Ye was also a practitioner of Thunder Dao. His sound was like bursts of thunder and buzzing. Li Ximing was covered in golden clothes and was sitting on it. Next to him stood the big ascending halberd intertwined with crescent moon and arc. , lowered his eyebrows and said:

"My Excellency, Li Ximing, I have met fellow Taoist."

Apart from anything else, Li Ximing looks really good. He is a man of profound cultivation and has one hand on his seat. The things his father Li Yuanping taught him finally come alive in his memory, and his expression becomes much more vivid.

As soon as Miao Ye saw it, he saw the big ascending halberd. The familiar shape almost made him jump. The sight made his heart empty, and his heart jumped like thunder, and he thought to himself:

"It turned out to be him! It was indeed Li Xuanfeng in the cave! He killed Yu Muxian... and took the halberd from Tang Shedu!"

Miao Ye had been to Qingsong Cave, and happened to find this long halberd. He fought with Situ Chen of Boring Gold Gate for this magical weapon, but unexpectedly he bumped into Tang Shedu and the others.

He fled in panic in the hands of Tang Shedu and almost lost his life. Fortunately, a group of people came to kill him and indirectly saved his life.

"It is said that Li Xuanfeng has joined the Ning family... but this weapon is clearly in the hands of the Li family! Yes, after all, his surname is Li, how can we tell so clearly!"

Miao Ye was still thinking about which family Li Xuanfeng was from, but now he understood it. When he looked at Li Ximing, he felt that this man had bright light flowing around him, a good immortal foundation, and a thick aura. He had obviously stayed in the late stage of foundation building for a long time.

Although I have never heard of this person's name, he must be very powerful. He assessed the situation, his voice became much softer, and he said with a smile:

"I've heard about fellow Taoist's name a long time ago! I've only met Senior Xuan Feng, and he saved one life in the secret realm. I've always been inexplicably grateful to the nobles... Now that I'm lucky enough to meet him, I really admire him."

"oh?"

Li Ximing had an interested smile on his face and asked:

"Appreciate further details."

Miao Ye spoke carefully, starting from his encounter with Situ Chen. He mentioned Boring Gold Gate twice. Unexpectedly, the expression of the old man beside him immediately darkened, as if he was a little disgusted by the name.

Li Xuanxuan personally experienced the Boring Gold Gate ambush and was always deeply impressed. Li Ximing also knew this and added coldly:

"It turns out to be Boring Gold Gate... Fellow Taoist, don't worry, Situ Chen died in the East China Sea..."

Miao Ye didn't feel it at first. After repeating two or three sentences, his heart suddenly became cold:

"The relationship between the Li family and Boring Gold Gate is very bad. There has been no news about Situ Chen since he came out of the cave... He fell into the East China Sea. Could it be that... Situ Chen was also killed by Li Xuanfeng..."