In the early morning, a glimmer of light on the eastern horizon carefully soaked the light blue sky, and a new day gradually moved from afar.

At this time, the air is the freshest, especially in spring and autumn, when heaven and earth are reincarnated, and all things either recover or die, giving birth to more powerful life for the future.

Although many people had just woken up from their sleep, just stretched their waists, and got up to make breakfast or go out to make a living, there was already a dense crowd of people waiting outside the big iron gate of the Refining Immortal Pavilion, and they came so early that it was as if they hadn't slept at all.

After a while, the morning sun poked out its head, and the sunlight gently sprinkled on the ground through the faint shock, and also basked on a towering figure.

This is an old man with gray temples, and the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes indicate that he is over sixty years old, but his whole body exudes a vigorous vitality, not like an old man at all, but like a prime of life.

He was wearing a wide dark gray gold-trimmed robe, with his hands behind his back, standing not far from the Immortal Refining Pavilion, squinting at the beautiful sunset in front of him, his thin lips hooked an arc, exuding a majestic momentum.

This person is none other than Zhong Danran, the pavilion master of the Refining Immortal Pavilion.

His arrival heralded an extraordinary day.

As the first rays of sunlight shone on the big iron gate, only a creak was heard, and the iron door opened, but I saw more than a dozen middle-aged people dressed in the costumes of the Refining Immortal Pavilion standing inside, lined up neatly on both sides, waiting for Zhong Danran's arrival.

The old man exhaled a long breath, turned into a wave of qi and rolled away, rushing along the Yongdao, and in an instant, it seemed that because of his breath, the entire cultivation had a new look, regained its vitality, and bloomed with radiant brilliance, like a pagoda in the world, suppressing the world.

From the sound came, the people on both sides shouted in unison

"Waiting for the Pavilion Master to arrive, waiting for the Eighth Prince to arrive!"

The old man was very satisfied, and walked forward, followed by a man with long dark red hair, his hair was not tied behind him, smooth and smooth like fine silk satin, a colored plain clothes, but embroidered with purple pythons, looking noble and elegant, a pair of soul-seducting dark purple magnificent eyes, the corners of the eyes slightly raised, it was the eighth prince.

It's just that Zhong Danran stopped just a few steps away, raised his eyes a little suspiciously, and looked around with a twisted brow, as if he was looking for something.

The others also watched the Pavilion Master's anomaly, but none of them dared to say anything.

The Pavilion Master of the Refining Immortal Pavilion is a supreme existence here, and anyone is shrouded in his majesty, and he does not dare to make any sound, except for the Eighth Prince behind him.

"What's the matter, Pavilion Master Zhong, this is the opening day of the Refining Conference, and you need to preside over it, why did you stop walking as soon as you entered the door?"

The Eighth Prince stepped forward and asked softly.

Zhong Danran didn't answer, and said sharply:

"Where's the gatekeeper?"

As soon as the voice fell, two people stood up from the group, bowed and saluted, and said in unison:

"The men are here!"

"The two of you have been guarding the door for many years again, and you have made a lot of contributions to this pavilion, and you have worked hard!"

Zhong Danran raised his hand for a while, and the two resumed their standing posture, and immediately replied respectfully:

"It's not hard, it's not hard, it's our greatest honor to guard the gate for the Immortal Refining Pavilion!"

"You don't need to be modest, the lord of this pavilion also sees your performance, but ......"

He changed his words and said coldly:

"What's going on with this gate?"

What happened to the gate?

The two were stunned for a moment, their faces were puzzled, they glanced at each other, and replied in a puzzled tone:

"Pavilion Master, there's nothing wrong with this gate!"

"Oh?"

Zhong Danran showed a playful look on his face and asked:

"Is it really okay? Do you two dare to use your position as a guarantee?"

This made the two of them even more confused, although they were a little uneasy in their hearts, but after thinking about it, they still didn't think that there was anything wrong with this gate, so they could only reply again:

"There is indeed no problem, the two of us should use the duties of guards to ensure it!"

Zhong Danran snorted coldly, waved one arm, and shot out a wave of qi out of thin air, heading straight for the door.

The waves of air rolled, like a tornado, like a raging wave, like a fierce tiger, and puffed into the gate.

I only heard a bang, and the gate seemed to be transformed into a bell, and there was a deep and distant sound, and the waves swept in all directions, and the clothes of the people who blew straight were rolled, and their hair was messy.

In an instant, a monster with a snake body and dragon head came out of the iron gate, stretched out its limbs, opened its big mouth, and showed its fangs, teeth and claws, and its momentum was extraordinary.

Immediately behind it is actually a sledgehammer several feet high, the hammer head is cone-shaped, there are seven horizontal and eight vertical dozens of edges, and the lines are combined with each other to form a complex and solid structure.

Everyone looked at it, they were all shocked, they didn't expect that there was a majestic monster hidden in this gate, but after seeing the sledgehammer behind it, they sank back to their hanging hearts.

They knew that it was a sledgehammer conjured up by the Pavilion Master, and under this sledgehammer, no monster could escape.

However, they were disappointed.

The monster seemed unwilling to be hit by a sledgehammer, and at the moment it was hit, it raised its claws and raised its claws to meet it.

As soon as they touched, there seemed to be an insurmountable obstacle between the monster and the giant hammer, incompatible with each other, but they had to sacrifice each other's lives and deaths to fight, squeeze each other, and crush each other.

The hammer is like a mountain, like the sun and the moon, the magnificent atmosphere, the king of the world, the monster is like a flame, like the river and the sea, and the wind and clouds.

In just a few breaths, a hammer and a monster fought several convergences, and they were actually up and down.

Zhong Danran was also taken aback, a kind of flickering with doubts and puzzlement.

He knew this monster, although Jiao was rare for many people to see in their lifetime, but for a refining master like him, it was just a material.

But the details of this Jiao are different, although judging from the layout of the lines above, it is still a little immature, weak and weak, and it is not enough to worry about, but it is not the case at all when it comes to real combat.

Jiao seemed to have a kind of heavenly aura on his body, awe-inspiring and unoffensive, even if the giant hammer he hit casually had the breath of the mountain seal soul, he failed to take down the other party in one fell swoop, but fell into anxiety.

Who can have such a strange seal method and comprehend the will of the Heavenly Dao?

However, now is not the time for him to think too much, and now that the refining conference is about to start, he cannot be allowed to keep his hand.

Zhong Danran held it with one hand, seemed to hold a space, and threw it forward, but when he saw that the fist that was fighting in the air suddenly shook, the lines stretched and trembled, winding and looping, intertwined and flipped, and expanded several times in one fell swoop.

The monster couldn't resist for a moment, shaking its limbs and tail and backing away.

But under such a predicament, it stimulated Jiao's animal nature, only to see its long body suddenly shrink into a ball, open again, has turned into a cloud of white mist, floated out along the edge of the giant hammer, and then re-condensed, forming a Jiao body, standing on the iron gate, as if the emperor has descended, only I respect.

Seeing this, the other deputy pavilion masters straightened their bodies when they landed, and their bodies exuded invisible murderous intent, turning into lines of bright and dark or thick or thin lines revealing brilliant golden light, and rushed towards the big iron gate.

Zhong Danran's face turned dark, like the bottom of a pot, and he almost went up in anger and used a killer move, but he immediately calmed down, cleaned up his annoyed expression, and returned to normal, and pressed his palm into the air, and the lines reflected from the body of the deputy pavilion master dissipated.

"Forget it, just wait for his true master to arrive!"

He smiled slightly, as if he was very interested in the owner of this Jiao, and turned his head to stare coldly at the two guards.

The two of them instantly understood what the pavilion master meant, only to feel that the palms of their hands were sweaty, the soles of their feet and scalp were numb, and their whole bodies were sweating, and they didn't even dare to get out of the atmosphere, their hearts were pounding, and they hurriedly knelt on the ground and explained:

"Pavilion Master, don't you know, a young man came yesterday......"

"I don't need to know the reason, I just need to know that you have tarnished the prestige of the Immortal Refining Pavilion, made me, including all our pavilion masters, lose face, and can't raise my head in front of the Eighth Emperor and the royal family, I just want to ask you, what should I do!"

Zhong Danran seemed to turn into a lion, roaring wildly at the two guards, angry like a mountain and a river.

Even one of the guards thought that the pavilion master would be foreign-looking, and his kneeling legs seemed to have lost their strength, and he fell to the ground with a flutter, burst into tears, and pleaded:

"Please spare your life, the little one knows that he is wrong, and the little one will not dare anymore......"

Seeing this, the eighth prince smiled secretly in his heart, this old guy is not young, and his playfulness is not small, and he scared the two guards in front of everyone, and he didn't feel ashamed of his old face, so he hurriedly came out to play a round and said:

"Pavilion Master Zhong, the two of them are also first-time offenders, and today's refining conference is about to start, let's let them go!

Zhong Danran also seemed to know the severity, nodded, and said in a deep voice:

"Since the Eighth Prince has given you a chance, I won't be able to disgrace the prince, so I'll give you a chance, let me go and get back the person who left the mark on the iron door! Otherwise, you two won't come to see me!

When the two guards saw that there was a door, they hurriedly got up and ran out with a roll, for fear that if they were delayed for a second, this domineering pavilion master would kill them.

After they left, Zhong Danran unfolded his face and said with a smile:

"There is such an interesting character in Honglin County, it seems that this refining conference is destined to be wonderful!"