Wang Mei stood at the foot of the Xuanqimen Deacon Peak and sighed silently—why do all the mountain gates like to be cultivated halfway up the mountain? Inheriting the power of the divine soul of the Master of the Nine Lines, and after another year of retreat, Wang Mei's cultivation has now steadily stayed in the late stage of fusion, and it is only one step away from the realm of Jindan. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

However, before arriving at Jindan, it is difficult to fly without the help of magic weapons. Although Wang Mei's cultivation has risen all the way, and there are not many means of fighting methods, and he has even inherited the position of the first seat of the formation peak, but in terms of magic weapons, Wang Mei has always been so poor that he clangs.

Not to mention the flying magic weapon that has always been scarce and expensive, she doesn't even have a decent attack magic weapon. Every time she fights with someone, she can almost crush the opponent directly with her divine sense, and when she really wants to explode a weapon, most of her divine sense can draw up a weapon armor at the level of a divine weapon, so all along, although Wang Mei has no long body, she has never sighed for the magic weapon.

However, today, looking at the golden bell under Xuan Wu's feet, the long qin under Xuan Le's feet, and the dust whisk under her feet that she rode with the Venerable Ni Shang, Wang Mei deeply felt that she still had to learn one of the refining tools.

Although she inherited the wealth of the entire array peak, the formation peak and the peak naturally hid the most formation methods, plus Wang Mei has studied and figured out this year, and has also experimented and made a lot of formation diagrams.

Whether it is a defensive array, an offensive array, a trapped array or even a teleportation array, Wang Mei can pile up a hill by taking it out of the storage bag he carries. However, the ritual ...... No matter which one of the first peaks of the formation did not leave a single star, and even in the memory of the Master of the Nine Patterns, before her master died, he only left most of the semi-divine consciousness cultivation to her, and there was no explanation for the magic weapon or anything.

It's not that the leaders of the array peak are poor, but in their era, heaven and earth treasures are not scarce, and almost all cultivators have acquiesced to the magic of alchemy, which is just a small technique, and it is not worth wasting time to specialize in weapons.

As a result, magic weapons or something, almost non-existent, most of their fighting methods rely on their own strength, no matter how bad they are, they pick up a tree casually, in less than two breaths, the powerful internal breath can condense the tree into the way they want, and even its hardness with the blessing of their own internal breath, can split gold and cut iron.

Like the Xuanqi Sect, there was a separate peak dedicated to cultivating refining weapons, which could already be called an outlier at that time. This is also the reason why the Xuanqi Sect forcibly requires every beginner disciple to serve in Jiufeng once, on the one hand, it is to familiarize the disciples with the daily life and basic knowledge of cultivators, and on the other hand, it is also an important process for each peak to select a disciple who is suitable for him.

In a cultivator's long life, if he doesn't have one or two small techniques, it can be described as extremely boring, and he may even breed demons because of too much competition. Therefore, the study of Danfu and magic circles can be said to be the hobby of cultivators, however, although there are cultivators who love to turn themselves into blacksmiths, there are few after all.

A forged weapon like Ouyang Ye, who was so crazy that he fed the sword with his own soul and had the spirit of a craftsman, was also a wonder in the cultivator world at that time. However, this concept has undergone a fundamentally irrevocable reversal after the first war of gods and demons, and the divine sword in the hands of the gods and demons has made the Terran cultivators who have always thought of themselves as sharp weapons realize the importance of divine weapons, so the refining peak where the Jiuqing Dao people are located has been focused on cultivating.

Wang Mei followed the Venerable Master up the mountain with the Ni Shang Master, and recalled the development history of refining weapons she had seen before, although she also had a yearning for spear weapons, but it was not as good as her desire for flying magic weapons.

She has a hunch that if she continues to inherit the memories of the other five generations, then the attack magic weapon and the defensive magic weapon will not be a problem, but a rare flying magic weapon, she needs to build one by herself, on the one hand, the flying magic weapon is very convenient, which greatly speeds up her speed, and on the other hand, if she really encounters the danger of life, one more speed is the guarantee of one more life.

With these thoughts in his mind, Wang Mei felt a pause under his feet, and when he came back to his senses, he was already standing on a bluestone square. This bluestone square can accommodate thousands of people, and the place where they landed is under the steps of the main hall on the north side of the bluestone square.

The staircase is not elaborately ornamented, but rather intriguingly simple, paved with the same huge bluestone as the one in the square, a full eighteen steps, each of which has a significantly different height, making people feel a kind of difficulty with every step.

"This is the unique cultivation level of the main hall of the Xuancheng Gate Deacon, each level is twice as high as the one below, and the eighteen steps are the eighteen levels from mortal cultivation to heavenly immortals. You need to work harder than ever before to get up each step, otherwise you will feel dizzy when you look back at the way you came, as if your cultivation has stagnated, and you can only go back to the same place.

Here, no one can use the flying magic weapon, and they all have to step up step by step. ”

The slightly vicissitudes of life in the voice of the Venerable Master of Ni Shang relieved Wang Mei's doubts. She had been to the Body Dance Hall before, but she passed the test by walking on a wooden stake, and she also passed the teleportation array when she entered the formation peak. Arriving at the main hall of Deacon's Peak, this is the first time. It's also not going to be fresh.

As the Venerable Master said, luck went to her legs, to the soles of her feet, and every time she lifted her legs, she felt a force pulling her downward, and she had to use the opposite force to be able to move up the ladder.

She turned her head to look at the Venerable Master, and saw that her wrinkled face was also full of seriousness, and with each step, the dust in her hand swayed, and an ice-blue light lifted her up.

The expression of Xuan Wu Xuan Le is also upright and rigorous, and the methods of the two of them also rely on their own magic weapons, the bell on Xuan Wu's feet rings again, and Xuan Le is stepping on the beat of a specific rhythm, zigzag upward.

Everyone is seriously climbing the stairs under their feet, although everyone's method is different, but they are all moving upwards with one mind. Just like this avenue, there are thousands of roads, and the end point is the same.

Wang Mei had a feeling in his heart, and he didn't delay any longer. She didn't have any attack weapons in her hands, all she had was a clan match that could be automatically protected, and a bracelet that could be stored.

However, Wang Mei also has his own way. She had been studying the formation for the past year, and the stone steps in front of her had different binding power for everyone, if the cultivation was deep, the binding power would be great, and if the cultivation was shallow, the binding power would be small. The same stone steps built of bluestone can achieve this effect, except for the formation pattern, Wang Mei does not think about it.

Since it's a formation, it's easy to do. Wang Mei closed her eyes, her divine sense covered the eighteenth staircase, and suddenly, a curved curve appeared in her sea of consciousness, which was the main line of the formation pattern arranged along the entire staircase.

The corners of Wang Mei's mouth showed a hint of laugh lines, and then she raised her foot, the purple light on her foot flashed, and she stepped on a node of the curve in the sea of knowledge, and as soon as her foot stepped on the ground, she felt a elastic force coming, and then she adjusted her posture and landed on the second node very accurately.

At this time, the footwork practiced hard for a year has seen the effect, and Wang Mei has stepped on the point she expected every step she took, no matter which step this point is, she can step on it just like a butterfly.

After eighteen ups and downs, Wang Mei fell to the ground, and when he opened his eyes, he saw the first seat of the six peaks, and a young man with crane hair and a childish face was standing in front of the temple gate, and when he saw her coming, the young man nodded with satisfaction, and when he spoke, his voice was clear:

"Yes, it seems that in the past year, your formation and dance steps have not been put down, I am your future master, Xuanqiu Liang. ”