Nie Rong'er, Yuanwei and the others returned to Nie's house, and grandpa Nie Qi had been waiting there for a long time, and he pulled Yuanwei to his room alone.

"Little Tail, you have seen my refining experience, and you have learned the Chaos Forging Technique, which can be regarded as inheriting my mantle. Originally, I wanted to take you as an apprentice, but you have already married Rong'er Tianlei and their brothers, sisters and brothers, and I can't mess up the generations. But since you called grandpa, grandpa still has to do some of his best. I still have some experience here, and I originally wanted to pass it on to Rong'er Tianlei, but the two of them really have no intention of going deeper in forging. Seeing that the Haoyang disaster is in the middle stage, I can't guarantee that I can survive it as safely as last time, so I simply gave it all to you, and it can be regarded as a successor. ”

As he spoke, Nie Qi took out a few pieces of jade and handed them over.

"Thank you grandpa, I will definitely become a forging master like grandpa!" Motoo took the jade slip with both hands.

Nie Qi smiled bitterly: "Don't learn from me, refining weapons is always a sideshow, and cultivating well is the right way." Unfortunately, I realized this too late. Although Rong'er and Tianlei are arrogant and stubborn, I know that they are innocent and kind in their hearts, and I can see that the two of them have a lot of dependence on you. I hope you can work with them to finally achieve great cultivation. And refining weapons can help you enhance your combat power and avoid dying on this path of cultivating immortals. ”

The old and the young talked for a long time, until Nie Rong'er forcibly broke in, and Nie Qi stopped his preaching.

"Grandpa, why have you been talking to Brother Yuanwei for so long? I've never seen you have the patience to talk to us for so long?" Nie Rong'er pouted.

"Blame me, didn't you run away as soon as you heard me talk to you?!" Nie Qi blew his beard and glared.

"Okay, okay, it's all our fault. From now on, we will come to talk to you every day. Brother Yuanwei, did you tell your grandfather about the bounty mission?" Nie Rong'er asked.

"Bounty Quests, how can you be interested in Bounty Quests?" Nie Qi was a little strange.

Only then did Nie Rong'er tell her grandfather in detail everything that happened in Yanjun City.

"Even Yan Di Dan and the Hidden Scripture Pavilion have moved out?" Nie Qi's face was full of solemnity, "Although those spiritual materials that maintain the city protection array are precious, they are not peerless treasures. Even if a high-level immortal cultivator doesn't dare to go out, even if the junior of the Forging Pulse Realm looks for it with his heart, he can get it. But this time, the elders were able to pay such a big price to find those spiritual materials, isn't it unreasonable?"

"Could it be that someone deliberately hoarded and caused the shortage of those spiritual materials?" asked Motoo.

"Yes, I think so too. Nie Qi looked at Yuanwei with satisfaction and nodded, "So, who bothered to hoard those spiritual materials?"

"It should be Haoyang Hunter!" Motoo replied affirmatively.

Nie Qi's analysis is good. It was the Haoyang hunters who caused the shortage of spiritual materials in Yanjun City. They had long been familiar with the every move of the immortal cultivators in Yanjun City, and they had already accepted the task of searching for spiritual materials when they first set foot on this land five years ago.

And somewhere in the Southern Alliance Wasteland, Haoyang beauty Qian Hongfang was leading a dozen Haoyang hunters to step on flying swords and hurriedly fly over. Among this group of people, there are naturally Su Mang and Li Lan who Yuan Wei has seen, and at this time, Qian Hongfang is already a cultivator of the Gathering Spirit Realm!

Although it was surmised that the Haoyang hunters had hoarded spiritual materials in advance, Nie Qi still agreed with Yuanwei and them to do the bounty task. He knew that in this troubled world, enclosing his grandchildren at home could only keep him safe for a while. Moreover, Haoyang hunters generally don't go to the immortal cultivators of the forging vein realm, relatively speaking, they are still safe.

However, Nie Qi still made his suggestion, and he suggested that the four of them go and collect the stagnant water of the Jing Tan. Because the stagnant water of Jingtan only exists in the Jingtan of the Nanmeng Wasteland, and there are no powerful spirit beasts guarding the Jingtan, some are just dead qi in the Jingtan. To avoid the dead qi, Nie Qi once refined a special spiritual weapon.

A few days later, the four of Yuanwei left the Nie family with a smile. They sat comfortably on the backs of the huge goshawks, chatting and talking.

"Brother, grandpa asked you to talk for a long time that day, I don't know what you talked about?" Nie Rong'er asked, she saw the appreciation of Yuanwei in her grandfather's eyes, but the more this appreciation, the more uneasy her heart became.

"I talked to my grandfather about my experience in refining. Yuan Wei smiled and patted Nie Rong'er's little head, knowing her worries, "Don't worry, I won't indulge in refining." Grandpa also mentioned that cultivation is still to improve the realm. ”

"Then I'll be relieved. Nie Rong'er was happy.

After flying for nearly a month, the four of them came to the vicinity of Jingtan.

The so-called Jingtan is a huge barren well in the Nanmeng wasteland, which covers an area of more than 1,000 acres, similar to the size of the entire Nie family. It is said to be a well, simply because this magical area is sunk thousands of feet deep below the ground, and the edge is a neat stone wall.

There is a legend that this Jingtan was once a beast breeding pond for immortal cultivators in ancient times. But with the passage of time, except for those broken stone walls, there is no other artificial trace of Jingtan. Moreover, the Jingtan exudes a visible death air all the year round, rare life within a hundred zhang, and there are no birds and birds in the sky above the Jingtan, and it is always quiet, so it gets the name of Jingtan.

The four of them landed far away, although it was a thousand feet away from Jingtan, but the air was still mixed with a faint dead air. The dead qi entered the body with the breath, and Yuan Wei suddenly felt that the spiritual power in his body was hindered in some way, and the operation was no longer so smooth.

Jingtan is stagnant, only Jingtan has it, it is said that there are not a few immortal cultivators who come to collect, but because Jingtan is too big, and Yuanwei and others deliberately hide their traces and find a remote area, so they did not meet others.

Nie Rong'er took out a delicate flower basket and held it in her hand. This is exactly the spiritual weapon that Nie Qi prepared for them, and its name is "Angry Lotus". Nie Rong'er slowly injected spiritual power, and the angry lotus suddenly exuded vitality, forming a milky white circle of light around the four people and one beast, resisting the surrounding dead qi.

Motoo was the oldest of the four, and he took the lead as a leader.

There was still a deathly silence all around, and beneath our feet was a barren Gobi Desert, with no known messy bones except for rocks and mud. In just a thousand zhang distance, several people walked for a full hour.

The closer you get to Jingtan, the thicker the dead air becomes, and when Yuanwei comes to the edge of Jingtan, the dead air in the quiet pool is like a flowing mist, and it is difficult to see things ten zhang away.

This static pool of dead qi can contaminate ordinary spirit weapons, causing flying spirit weapons to malfunction. Nie Tianlei took out a thick rope from the Qiankun bag, tied one end to the boulder on the shore of Jingtan, and threw it into the deep Jingtan.

"Brother Yuanwei, I'll go down first!" Nie Tianlei was eager to try.

"No, I'm in front, Rong'er is second, Tianlei is third, Mu Wei is fourth, and Goshawk is last. "Motoo has already made arrangements.

"Why should Rong'er be second, I want to be second!" Mu Wei disagreed.

Yuan Wei scolded with a smile: "Is it okay for her to call your brother?! Besides, isn't she holding the Angry Lotus!"

The corners of Mu Wei's mouth twitched a few times, and he wanted to say something, but finally held back. It was Nie Rong'er, who raised the angry lotus and made a provocative face at Mu Weizhi.

There is no obstacle on the stone wall of Jingtan straight up and down, if it is not for the dead air that does not disperse inside, the scenery at the bottom of the pool may be able to see the same.

The stone wall is a common bluestone, and the surface is covered with traces of axe chopping and chiseling. Each stone is two or three zhang long and wide, and the gap between the adjacent stones is also one foot wide. The stones were stained with a viscous liquid, some of which had dried to the shape of wax droplets, while others were dripping with thin silk threads.

The four of them climbed the rope and descended vertically, and they had already experienced the power of Jingtan. Although they had the protection of the three-grade spiritual weapon Angry Lotus, the four of them still felt the shackles of spiritual power. Without spiritual power, immortal cultivators, like mortals, are physically weak and easily fatigued.

"There seems to be a stone cave down there, let's go down and rest!" Motoo looked up and beckoned to everyone.

Strictly speaking, this is not a stone cave, but a groove left behind by the stone wall of the stone wall. The length and width of the groove are two or three zhang, and the depth is more than five zhang, and it still seems spacious to accommodate more than ten people.

After a stick of incense, Yuanwei stepped on the ground with both feet and took the lead in stepping into the hole. Motoo glanced into the cave and found three or four cross-legged meditating figures in the depths of the cave.

"Who is it? Which brother is already in this cave? Our brother wants to rest in the cave for a while, I don't know if it will disturb?"

Yuan Wei greeted politely, but his right hand held the snake staff tightly.