Honestly.

In fact.

Changxuan Zhenren was from the bottom of his heart, and he was unwilling to bring Xu Zhitian, the Purple Blue Holy Lord, to visit Master Ye.

First of all.

The value of that purple black ink ingot, although it can't be compared to an ancient treasure.

But.

For a peerless figure like Master Ye, what is the difference between the so-called ancient treasures and those mundane things.

So.

In the eyes of Changxuan Zhenren.

Whether it was the ancient pen that Xu Zhitian lost to him, or the purple black ink ingot, it was equally important.

They were all gifts that he originally wanted to give to Master Ye.

Now he wants to share Xu Zhitian's share.

Naturally, I was a little reluctant in my heart.

Secondly.

That Master Ye lived in seclusion in Xiaochi Town.

He had only visited not so long ago.

Now, I want to take Xu Zhitian, an old guy, to visit.

In case of.

This Ye Master Ancestor was dissatisfied, it was not only his loss, but the loss of the entire Taixuan Holy Land.

But.

What surprised him a little was.

Today, I happened to meet Master Ye who was refining the immortal magic weapon.

And so it goes.

He also happened to have an excuse to make Xu Zhitian die.

Come to think of it.

Changxuan Zhenren glanced at Xu Zhitian without leaving a trace, shook his head slightly and sighed: "Brother Xu, last time, this time again, now it seems that you can't see Master Ye's dignity, it's your number!"

Smell.

Xu Zhitian frowned slightly, but he didn't refute anything.

He has been practicing for thousands of years.

In today's cultivation, I have naturally realized some very ethereal things.

For example:

The luck of one person and one thing, as well as the luck of a race, even the luck of an ancient country.

Of course.

The same is true of the so-called fixed numbers.

It's very ethereal, but it does exist.

Last time, it was because of Nangong Xuanji's obstruction, and this time I happened to meet this peerless figure refining magic weapons.

There are no more than three things.

That's a certainty!

"Is this really the old man's fixed number?"

"Or ...... Because Qingxue's girl has already got a chance from this peerless person, so the old man can't get his wish?"

"Anyway, Qingxue's girl is the holy daughter of the Ziqing Holy Land after all, she can get that kind of opportunity and creation, and the old man should be satisfied. ”

There was a moment of silence.

Xu Zhitian sighed quietly in his heart, but he was gradually relieved.

Then.

His mind moved.

Take out the brocade box containing the purple black ink ingots from the ring and hand it to Changxuan Zhenren.

"Brother He, since this is the old man's fixed number, then please take back this ink ingot. ”

Xu Zhitian said helplessly to Changxuan Zhenren.

Changxuan Zhenren was stunned for a moment, and said with a quiet smile: "Brother Xu, what about that pseudo-immortal artifact?"

Xu Zhitian waved his hand and replied: "The old man will go back now, as for the pseudo-immortal weapon, when the old man goes back, he will naturally give them an explanation." ”

As soon as the words fell.

The brocade box was suspended in mid-air.

And Xu Zhitian turned into a rainbow light and rushed directly into the sky and left.

Looked at.

Chang Xuan Zhenren couldn't stop being stunned.

Turn.

There was a look of satisfaction on his face again.

"This old man really doesn't cry when he doesn't see the coffin, yesterday the old man's mouth was about to wear out, and this old guy didn't leave. ”

Speaking of which.

Changxuan Zhenren looked in the direction of Xiaochi Town from afar, and said thoughtfully: "However, this may really be a certain number, otherwise this old guy would not have hit a wall twice in a row." ”

That's it.

Changxuan Zhenren stopped and watched for almost a stick of incense.

But just as he was about to turn away.

Suddenly.

His face changed slightly.

Seems to sense something again.

"The luck that shrouded over Xiaochi Town is gone, could it be that Master Ye has already completed refining?"

Hesitate for a moment.

A gleam flashed in Chang Xuanzhen's eyes.

He now carries the ancient pen with him, as well as the purple ink ingot.

And that Master Ye had just finished refining, and now he must be in a good mood.

At this time, it is definitely a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Of course.

Changxuan Zhenren also knows that refining magic weapons consumes a lot of power, both for the mind and mana.

Although he didn't know what kind of cultivation that Master Ye Ancestor was, in his opinion, it would definitely be consumed.

So.

He was not in a hurry and rushed to Koike Town immediately.

But.

With his hands behind his back, he is like an old man in the world, walking in this unhurried mountain wilderness.

......

The other side.

After Xu Zhitian said goodbye to Changxuan Zhenren.

But he didn't rush back to the Ziqing Holy Land in a hurry.

Although he didn't get to meet the Ye Master Ancestor in the Taixuan Holy Land, he thought that all this was his certainty.

But.

Deep down in his heart, he was still a little depressed.

Ultimately.

He came to Qinghe Castle, the closest to Koike Town.

See that Qinghe City has pleasant scenery, and the most important thing is that the food here is very distinctive.

Thereupon.

He decided to rest in Qinghe City for one night and rush back to the Ziqing Holy Land tomorrow.

I don't know how long it took.

When Xu Zhitian sat alone in front of the window on the second floor of the restaurant.

Belch?

He suddenly seemed to sense something familiar, and then jerked down the street below.

Saw.

An old man in a gray robe and a cold woman with a frosty face walked down the street below.

And behind the two.

It was followed by several middle-aged men with a strong atmosphere, each with extraordinary cultivation.

Xu Zhitian frowned, and couldn't help muttering, "How can this person's aura be very similar to that old immortal in the Great Yan Ancient Kingdom. ”

Then.

The gray-robed old man also seemed to sense something, and suddenly stopped.

"Ancestor?"

The cold and glamorous woman beside the gray-robed old man frowned slightly, and couldn't help but ask.

The corners of the gray-robed old man's mouth curled slightly, and he smiled: "I met an acquaintance." ”

The voice did not fall.

Xu Zhitian, who was above the restaurant, waved his hand and said with a smile: "Brother Yan, I haven't seen you for many years, come up and have a drink." ”

Not bad.

The gray-robed old man was the ancestor of the Great Yan Ancient Kingdom.

Yan Tian Mountain.

As for this glamorous woman.

Naturally, it was the Nine Princesses who passed through Qinghe City last time.

Yan Bingxin.

Merely.

The current Yan Bingxin may be because of the extra ice attribute spirit root in the body.

The temperament of the whole person has changed a lot.

"Brother Xu, since you are invited, the old man naturally does not dare to slack off. ”

Yan Tianshan responded with a smile, and then took Yan Bingxin towards the hall of the restaurant.

Soon.

Xu Zhitian and Yan Tianshan sat opposite each other.

And Yan Bingxin was standing behind Yan Tianshan.

"Brother Xu, the martial arts meeting of the disciples of your two holy lands is over?"

Yan Tianshan asked with a gentle smile on his face.

"It's over, it's over two days ago. ”

Xu Zhitian nodded undeniably, and said with a quiet smile: "The old man has nothing to do, so he decided to walk in this world." ”

Speaking of which.

Xu Zhitian asked rhetorically: "By the way, Brother Yan, this Qinghe City is located at the junction of your Great Yan Ancient Kingdom and Taixuan Holy Land, how can you appear here?"

Yan Tianshan smiled, a faint color flashed in his eyes, and said with a smile: "Don't hide it from Brother Xu, some time ago, when this descendant of the old man passed here, he met a gentleman who was extraordinary in calligraphy. ”

Over the years, the old man has gradually become obsessed with calligraphy, so he came here to ask for advice. ”

"Oh?"

Xu Zhitian's face showed a hint of surprise.

What kind of cultivation Yan Tianshan is, he naturally has rumors, and he also senses one or two.

To be able to make a powerhouse in the Transformation God Realm attach so much importance to it and come in person.

It can well be imagined.

This gentleman in Yantian Mountain Pass is definitely not an idle person.

Come to think of it.

Xu Zhitian asked, "Brother Yan, is this gentleman you are talking about in this Qinghe City?"

Yan Tianshan hesitated for a moment, shook his head and smiled: "It's not in Qinghe City, it's in a small town called Xiaochi Town." ”