Time flies, six days have passed, in the vast Taihang Mountains, a group of seven or eight people, invisible, quickly shuttled through the deep mountains and old forests, and finally stopped in front of a misty valley.

"Lord, this is the Fire Cloud Valley, there is a small underground fire vein inside, which belongs to the jurisdiction of the Scattered Cultivation Alliance, as a deacon of the Refining Hall, I have the right to use it, and in a short time, no one will disturb me. ”

Hong Yang pointed to the cloudy valley where the fire flickered.

"Hmm!"

Wu Ming nodded noncommittally, but his eyes were looking at Chang Shu.

There are thousands of avenues, although they have different paths, but after all, when it comes to a martial arts, Wu Ming is dedicated to martial arts, and naturally he is far less than the former great master of refining in this regard.

"The old slave's cultivation is exhausted, and his senses are far worse than before, so he must go inside to determine whether it is suitable or not!"

Chang Shu said in a deep voice.

"Rest assured, Lord!"

Hong Yang bowed his hand to Wu Ming, tidied up his clothes, put on a grandmaster shelf, and swaggered towards the valley.

"Who dares to trespass into the Valley of Fire Clouds?"

Just as he was approaching the valley mouth, seven or eight people whose breath was not weak flew out of the oblique thorn, all of them were innate martial artists, and looking at the costumes, they were obviously disciples of the Scattered Cultivation Alliance.

"Deacon of this refining hall, come to the Fire Cloud Valley refining weapon, get out of the way quickly!"

Hong Yang proudly held a dark gold token and said.

"I've seen Deacon Hong, please!"

The first warrior used secret techniques to test the token, and after confirming that it was him, he immediately bowed and retreated.

"Humph!"

Hong Yang flicked his sleeves and entered the valley with a big grin, Wu Ming and the others followed, but they did not suffer any trouble, after all, aside from the identity of the refiner, Hong Yang is the peak grandmaster, far from being provoked by innate disciples.

Without any hindrance, everyone walked along the mountain road, all the way through the swirling fiery red mist, straight into the depths of the valley, and came to the bottom of a valley where hot springs gushed and heat waves were like waves, and there were several houses hidden by the formation.

"Hey, isn't this Brother Hong's Great Refiner, why aren't you in the Refining Hall, but come to this mountain to refine the weapon?"

Just as he was about to spare the house and enter the cave behind him, the light in the house was flickering, and suddenly a tall middle-aged man in brocade with a ruddy and slightly black face walked out.

Beside him, there were five or six young men and women, and an old man with a smile on his face.

"Zhu Yongxi!"

Hong Yang's complexion changed slightly, his eyes showed anger, and his hands unconsciously clenched into fists.

"What's the matter? Brother Hong didn't even want to say hello when he saw the hall master?"

Zhu Yongxi's voice turned cold.

"Hong Yang has seen Hall Master Zhu!"

Hong Yang hesitated, but he still saw him according to the ceremony, but in fact, his back was already soaked in cold sweat, and he was really afraid that Wu Ming would misunderstand, and he arranged it.

Fortunately, Wu Ming knew his life very clearly, this Zhu Yongxi was a great master of refining, and he and Hong Yang were both geniuses of the same generation of cultivators.

The difference is that Hong Yang showed extraordinary talent when he was young, was deeply respected by the alliance, and had many supporters, but Zhu Yongxi made his career later, if it weren't for the extraordinary family behind him, he was almost trampled in the mud by Hong Yang, and he never turned over, and he was also one of the most ruthless people who suppressed Hong Yang.

As the saying goes, thirty years in Hedong and thirty years in Hexi, these words are vividly reflected in the two of them, but it is not exactly thirty years, and the situation of the two has been completely reversed.

Today's Zhu Yongxi is not only the great master of refining in the Scattered Cultivation Alliance, but also the master of the refining hall, second only to several unborn elders, and his power can be imagined.

"You haven't answered the parish master's question?"

Zhu Yongxi looked down and said.

"Back to the hall master, my subordinates have occasionally gained something recently, and I want to refine weapons in the valley!"

Hong Yang suppressed his anger and was uneasy.

"Occasionally?"

Zhu Yongxi raised his eyebrows and said indifferently, "This is the first time that Deacon Hong has prepared to refine the treasure weapon?"

"Hong is not ......"

"Answer!"

"The ninth!"

"Huh!"

Zhu Yongxi pursed his lips disdainfully, and said proudly, "Over the years, Deacon Hong has worked hard and complained, without merit and hard work, although his peers have deceived each other, but for the sake of being a member of the Scattered Cultivation Alliance, take out the treasures you are going to refine, and the old man will help you palm your eyes, which can be regarded as the friendship of the year!"

"You ......"

Hong Yang's eyes were slightly red, and his chest rose and fell violently a few times.

With his talent, even if he stumbled, he actually had the opportunity to refine a successful treasure, but because he was most likely to succeed once, he was secretly manipulated by this person, and he fell short.

It's just that there is no evidence in Kunwu, and his background is profound, he was arrogant and arrogant back then, and he really offended many people, and no one helped him speak at all, so he could only swallow this bad breath.

"What's the matter, Deacon Hong doesn't look down on the parish master?"

Zhu Yongxi's gaze turned cold.

"Hall Master Zhu is busy, Hong doesn't bother Hall Master Zhu about this matter!"

Hong Yang stubbornly refused.

"Humph!"

Zhu Yongxi snorted coldly in displeasure.

"Deacon Hong is really getting older and more confused, is he really so ignorant?

"That's it, it is said that Deacon Hong was the number one refining genius in the alliance that year, so I still want to put on the identity of the year!"

"You can't say that, after all, people used to be the first, but now they ...... Tsk!"

Several juniors couldn't help but sneer, stepping on Hongyang to curry favor with their own master.

"Brother Hong, I see that you will take out the treasures you have prepared, and ask Hall Master Zhu to help you palm your eyes, so as not to lose the treasures as before, and waste the refining opportunities of the underground fire veins of Huoyun Valley a few times a month!"

The old master who was guarding this place persuaded him with a strange yin and yang spirit.

"You...... You ......"

Hong Yang's face was already black, and at this time, it was like the bottom of a pot, black and purple, and the corners of his mouth were faintly bitten out of blood stains.

"Master, presumably Deacon Hong is willing, but for the sake of face, he doesn't want to bow down in front of his disciples, and wait for the disciples to send them away!"

A tall young man bowed, walked out of the house with a big grin, and came at Wu Ming and the others.

Seeing this, the rest of the people were not far behind, and they all rushed over, this was an opportunity to please their own master!

Although Hong Yang's status in the alliance is not low, in the final analysis, he is just a grandmaster, and with their strength, they are not afraid, after all, they are pressed by their own masters.

Hong Yang saw sweat on his forehead, and his muscles were sudden, and he didn't know whether he was angry or frightened, and looked at Wu Ming in embarrassment, but saw that he was slightly lowered, his face couldn't be seen clearly, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

At this time, their group, according to the portraits drawn by Di Chaxing, changed their appearance into the appearance of Hong Yang's disciples, but they usually can't see anything, and there is fog to cover it, but if they do it, they will inevitably be exposed.

In particular, there is also a great master of refining weapons who is not weak.

"Hey, kid, let's go to the side and exchange cultivation experience, leave it here for the elder ......"

The tall young man who came first grabbed Wu Ming's shoulder casually, a cruel smile appeared in his eyes, and when he waved his big hand, it was actually with a strong wind, and the fog was surging.

This time, it was not an ordinary pull, but it was trying to abolish Wu Ming's shoulder.

"Be careful!"

At this moment, Zhu Yongxi's brows suddenly furrowed and he shouted.

"Master rest assured, disciple ......"

The tall young man subconsciously turned his head, the smile on his face suddenly froze, and he fell to the ground weakly.

Puff puff, puff puff, four or five people collapsed like mud, their faces covered with a layer of fog and gray gas, if you don't look closely, it is difficult to find the difference with the fog in the valley.

"Bold, what are you who dare to attack this disciple?"

Zhu Yongxi's face sank, and he shouted angrily, "What a Hongyang, you dare to collude with outsiders and plot to betray this alliance?"

"Keep your mouth alive!"

Hong Yang was dumbfounded, but saw Wu Ming waving his hand indifferently.

Sou!

Bloody Fang's shoulders shook slightly, and he disappeared into the clouds and mist in an instant, and after a while, a miserable scream came from the mouth of the valley.

The purpose of keeping a living mouth is naturally not that Wu Ming is soft-hearted, but that such a high-level person basically has warning treasures such as soul lamps stored in the important places of the sect.

This time is a critical moment, there is no room for half a point of difference, he doesn't want to be like last time, to attract the half-saint of the Scattered Cultivation Alliance, although this time it is in Taihang Mountain, but many times to borrow the momentum of the old mountain, but there is no help at all, there is not much affection once exhausted, there is no possibility of borrowing the situation in the future!

"Now that you leave, the master of this hall can act as if nothing happened, otherwise you will not be able to escape the pursuit of this alliance from heaven to earth!"

Zhu Yongxi was mistaken, thinking that Wu Ming was afraid of the Scattered Cultivation Alliance, and he was also worried about the lives of his disciples, so he immediately said in a deep voice.

Whoosh!

But he didn't want to, before the words fell, the three supreme grandmasters of Bitter Thorn, White Blade, and Frost Grass flew out in unison and directly performed a killing move.

"Just a mere grandmaster, you dare to go wild in front of the hall master?"

Zhu Yongxi's eyes flashed with coldness, and he didn't care about the safety of his disciples, so he shook his hand and waved out a Qimen blade, which was the size of a door panel, like a round bowl, and shook his hand and patted it gently.

Bang Bang!

A terrifying roaring sound wave swept out, and the three of them snorted, staggering back with blood from the corners of their mouths, and their breath was disordered to the extreme.

You must know that the three of them are all martial slaves in the underground martial arts arena, and they have gone through many life-and-death fights, even in the face of the great grandmaster, they may not have the strength to fight, but they were easily shocked and seriously injured, which shows the power of the treasure!

"Be careful, it's a confusing sound gong, a medium-grade treasure weapon, with a very strong chaotic mind, and even the ability to attack the soul's sound waves!"

Hong Yang's face turned pale suddenly, but he found that Wu Ming's face had not changed at all, and he only frowned slightly.

Even, even Chang Shu, who had cultivated to the end of his side, didn't seem to be affected.

"He is worthy of being a great master of refining, and he is very valuable!"

Wu Ming smiled evilly, and the colorful gray light flashed on his left wrist, and the loach silently turned into a colorful gray mist, enveloping the entire valley floor.

"What kind of poison is this, and when did I get poisoned?"

Zhu Yongxi was about to make another move, but his body staggered suddenly, and he glanced at his whole body in shock, encouraging the blazing fire attribute true yuan in his body, but found that not only did it not cauterize the poison, but it was like a tonic, which made the toxicity a little worse.

"Come to think of it, the fire poison accumulated in the body of a great master of refining weapons can be regarded as a great supplement to the loach!"

Wu Ming glanced at the panicked old sect master, and didn't pay any attention to Zhu Yongxi, who was entangled with the loaches, and his face was extremely calm.