The flames burned, as if the flame domain never stopped, and many foundries have been extracting fire here for the past month.

Among this group of foundries, the visitors from the Fengxi Sect were the most eye-catching.

And Lin Daoyan, the oldest and most senior Great Elder of the Refining Weapon Hall, as soon as he appeared, he was like a firefly in the dark night, extremely dazzling.

Hong Yuan's master, Lin Daoyan, under the escort of several elders, slowly walked into the depths of the Fire Domain and took out the first flame of the Fengxi Sect Refining Hall in the next ten years.

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It is a ritual, a ritual that unites people's hearts and increases their sense of identity.

This kind of ritual is held in every hall and hall of the Fengxi Sect, and it is usually presided over by a friendly old man with high moral standing and seniority.

This time, it was already Lin Daoyan's twenty-third time.

Lin Daoyan is more than 200 years old this year, even if he was enlightened when he was young, it is difficult to continue.

As for the idea of charging towards the Martial Saint realm and starting the Immortal Tribulation to gain more lifespan, after facing the tragic death of his dear eldest disciple and second disciple, his thoughts about achieving the Martial Saint were much thinner.

Especially after his daughter Lin Yiru was born, it was even more difficult for him to abandon everything and march towards the realm of martial saints.

His only thought was to cultivate a proud disciple and take back the blessed land of the Eagle Immortal.

"Alas~" Lin Daoyan suddenly sighed lightly and slowed down.

As soon as he moved, several other elders also slowed down one after another and accompanied Lin Daoyan to walk slowly.

In the era when the sage did not come out, the oldest person that ordinary martial artists could contact could only be characters like Lin Daoyan.

"Why is Senior Brother worried?"

"Yes, Senior Brother, after next year, although you will no longer be the first elder of our Refining Hall, you are also a respected senior, if you have any questions, you might as well talk to us?"

"It's the pole, it's the pole..."

Several elders cared for each other and wanted to help Lin Daoyan relieve his worries.

Lin Daoyan didn't say much, he just stroked his white beard and continued to walk forward slowly.

It's just that at the end, Lin Daoyan remembered his closed disciple, Hong Yuan.

If there was anyone among his disciples who was most likely to accomplish the goal of regaining the Eagle Immortal Blessed Land, it would only be the inconspicuous Hongyuan.

Zhu Wuxian's qualifications are mediocre, Bai Ge's luck is not good, and Zhao Gonghe is impatient.

Only the source of the flood, only the source of the flood!

"Ah Yuan, I hope you can become a true disciple this year, so that I can better pave the way for you." Lin Daoyan whispered in his heart.

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Nanyang County.

The Fengxi Sect garrison took strict precautions today, and deployed troops very strictly.

Even Hong Yuan, who was waiting quietly in the refining room, felt this solemn atmosphere, and through Li Yan Gu's insight, Hong Yuan observed that a certain big man was injured and had to return to the station to heal.

This big man is the dragon who was easily crushed by Hong Yuan!

Just by looking at it, Hong Yuan felt bored and withdrew his gaze.

Half a month later.

According to the agreed date, Hong Yuan put the thorn sun in his bag and headed towards his office cabin.

Under the stone pavilion in front of the office hut, Hong Yuan looked at Liu Jichi, the deacon of the outer gate.

At this moment, Liu Jichang walked back and forth repeatedly in the stone pavilion, with a happy and sad look on his face, and there were words in his mouth.

"Hong Yuan will succeed, he is a genius caster."

"Don't fail, don't fail, I'm counting on the sun for the rest of my life..."

Hong Yuan's ear power is very good, and he is far away, so he also heard Liu Jichi's words.

Listening to these words, Hong Yuan's face remained unchanged, and he did not despise this Liu Jichi.

Treading ......

When he was about to arrive, Hong Yuan deliberately stepped on it and increased the sound of footsteps.

Liu Jichi turned around when he heard the sound, with a humble smile on his face, and walked quickly towards Hong Yuan.

"Senior Brother Hong, I don't know if my stabbing day is ready? If it's not good, I'm not in a hurry, you take your time. Liu Jichi said almost in a flattering manner.

"Hehe, you don't have to, it's already done." Hong Yuan responded warmly, which was like a spring breeze.

Feeling the gentleness between Hong Yuan's words, Liu Jichi was moved.

Although the outer deacons said that they were converted from formal disciples, in the eyes of many cultivators, these outer deacons were not disciples of the sect at all, let alone those cultivators who were about to advance to the true disciples.

Under Liu Jichi's gaze, Hong Yuan patted the bag, and a big sword appeared in the air, floating faintly.

This big sword is blue-red, with three tips and two edges, and the blade is frosty, and there is a tendency for wind and fire to converge, which makes people feel daunted.

"Baby, good baby." Liu Jichi looked at this big sword, and he was stupid for a while.

A good yuan weapon is the second life of a warrior, and those kendo warriors have an amazing quote that "the sword is in the person, and the sword is dead".

Although regular martial artists are not so crazy, they also cherish their own yuan weapons incomparably.

"This is your element, go try it." Hong Yuan smiled.

"Uh-huh, thank you, brother, thank you, brother." Liu Jichi grabbed Da Jian.

The weight of the big sword made Deliu's body sink for a few minutes.

But he didn't doubt it, but he was happy, because it proved that Hong Yuan didn't cut corners, and he was casting the yuan for him.

Liu Ji danced in the open space in front of him with great enthusiasm, and the fire wind surged beside the piercing sun, and the light flowed.

The more he danced, the joy in Liu Jichi's heart increased little by little.

After a set of dancing methods, Liu Jichi was sweating profusely, but he only felt infinitely happy in his heart.

Bang –

Thorn Rijian was left alone on the ground by Liu Jichi, and then he actually planned to kneel down to make a big salute.

"Never, I'm just doing my own thing, don't let others look at me and laugh at you and me." Hong Yuan hurriedly stretched out his hand to stop it.

"Senior Brother Hong, you don't know something. Although we are both disciples of the Fengxi Sect, the gap between them is as big as heaven and earth. ”

"If you want to ask your disciples about something, we outer deacons are always struggling, and sometimes we have to suffer ourselves."

"I don't thank you for my great kindness, I remember this love a few times later."

Liu Jichi said sadly.

His words also made Hong Yuan a little silent, the difference between classes, where there are people, there will exist.

Change? Easier said than done.

……

Liu Jichi really fulfilled his promise.

With his help, Hong Yuan quickly integrated into the environment here, and got many easy but rewarding insider missions.

Bronze leaves flew one after another.

In less than half a year, Hong Yuan successfully passed the assessment of the true disciple and became a true disciple.

However, the same group of cultivators as him were still suffering, and some cultivators predicted that they would fail in the assessment of the true disciples this time.

This incident also deeply made Hong Yuan realize the role of fame.

"Fame is ethereal, but it's real. You will be burdened by it, but you will also benefit from it, and this kind of mystery is really amazing. ”

"The list of my true disciples has been passed through the sect, and I can also return to the sect as soon as possible without having to wait for them."

"Being regarded by many Fengxi Sect disciples as the true inheritance of the dream of this life, I have now achieved it. If I return to Hongchen, I can also occupy a city and develop and create a big family. ”

"But I'm just a red dust passer, and my future is not here after all. You can't live forever, you will end up in ashes, even if you are as powerful as the Emperor Longyang! ”

"Now it's time to go to Zhongzhou to find Bo Qing and carry out the sanctification and immortal tribulation."

All kinds of thoughts emerged, which made Hong Yuan think.

With a torrential rain, the traces of Hongyuan dissipated in Nanyang County and headed towards Zhongzhou.