The phantom of the jasmine bronze Yue flashed on the body of the knife that fried life.

Qi Jingzhi really never thought that he just recited a small poem he heard from Deng Fuqing, which actually aroused Zheng Xian's mood, so that this Langya Jun not only gave back a recipe for the world and a poem, but also sent a great creation to fry life.

An Fenghou's hard-earned authority to earn money was so easily endowed with this long knife by Langya Jun.

I saw Langyajun Zheng Xian raise a fan, and a colorful golden flame flew up from the golden tripod, enveloping the fried life in it.

The long knife with a black body and golden scales on its spine trembled suddenly, and suddenly turned into a colorful jasmine lightning that soared into the sky, disappeared into the clouds, and disappeared suddenly.

The three young men on the ground searched for a long time with wide eyes, but they didn't see any traces.

"Zhu Ze Ling Tian and subdued into the infernal world, Zheng sent it into the infinite and connected the spirituality!"

Zheng Xian explained, looked at Qi Jingzhi's right arm, and said: "In fact, this method and the method of sacrifice are the same, there is no difference between superior and inferior, and they are both lucky and time-consuming, but now that the fried life has a trace of daily income authority, and goes straight to the Infinite Wilderness to receive guidance, it can naturally attract the right machine spirit to vote, and it can get twice the result with half the effort."

Before his words fell, he only heard a knife roar in the clouds in the sky, winding the clouds and sweeping the sky.

Soon, there were more golden flames in the sky, shining in the sky, and the long knife fried life reappeared in the sky, circling and dancing, like a living thing.

Immediately afterwards, the colorful golden flame that Langya Jun used to refine the weapon was quietly extinguished, and a phantom appeared on the body of the knife that fried life.

It was a strange little tree, the body of the tree was red, as bright as Danxia, ten crimson branches stretched out in all directions, the leaves of the branches were lush and green, its shape was like a puff, glowing with blue gold.

Qi Jingzhi raised his head to watch, and the red and blue gold brilliance was reflected in a pair of clear eyes, which looked brilliant.

His heart was shocked, and only one thought surged up: "I had only heard about the aisle fire refining weapon in the mouths of Jiao Yulang and Mu Yingxian before, but today I finally saw it with my own eyes!"

"Wonderful! This tree has ten branches, green leaves and red flowers, and it is clearly a seedling of Wakaki!"

Langya Jun stroked his palms and smiled, and exclaimed: "Although the aura is still weak, the endowment is not bad, as long as it is cultivated well, it should be a great achievement!"

Hearing this, Qi Jingzhi couldn't help but withdraw his gaze from the sky, and turned his head to look at Zheng Xian: "Ruomu? There is a Ruomu in the east of the sky, and there is a Ruomu with a candle dragon below?"

"Exactly! If the wood is a mulberry tree, it is the legendary tree of the sun, and it is known as "the last ten days, and its glory shines on the ground". Therefore, in fact, there are three places of Ruomu, he was born in the valley of the sunrise in the east of the sky, also known as Fumu, the second was born on the shore of the South China Sea, and the third was born in the abyss of the sunset at the west pole."

When Qi Jingzhi heard this, he became more and more surprised in his heart, how long has it been, and how long has it been since the frying life was able to summon the machine spirit from such a distant place, what is the mystery of this infinite wilderness?

He hesitated slightly, but then asked, "Dare to ask my senior, I have heard that if you want to refine a spirit weapon, you need to ascend to the spirit platform in the third realm to attract the lost spirit, could it be that this instrument spirit comes from the Infinite Wilderness?"

When this question was asked, what Qi Jingzhi was thinking about was Ding Lingwei.

Hearing this, Zheng Xian immediately bowed his head slightly: "Summoning spirits on stage is like sitting on the roof of your home and waiting for rabbits, and recruiting spirits in the wild is taking the initiative to go into the mountains to hunt, the two are only different in difficulty, but they are the same at the root."

He paused slightly, as if he was a little hesitant, but he still said softly, "Ding Lingwei's corpse crane should also be able to use this method to summon spirits, Xianyu Mountain must have tried it, but this kind of thing, sometimes it takes a little luck."

Without waiting for Qi Jingzhi's response, this Langya Jun set his eyes on fried life again, and sighed: "I am not with the year, if the time is rushing, there is no return, it is rare and easy to lose!" In the future, this knife should be able to take the longevity at the right time!"

He paused, and then changed his words: "Then this little Doyle is really not worth mentioning. The first is immortality! The monk admires immortality and fights with the heavens, and only when he is immortal can he have the opportunity to glimpse the avenue!"

"As the saying goes, fold like a tree to blow the sun, and talk about the sheep to be happy!"

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This Langya Jun suddenly turned his head to look at the young man, his eyes were scorching, and he asked word by word: "Qi Jingzhi, do you dare to hold this Ruomu knife, cut the dragon's feet, chew the dragon's meat, climb the sea and suppress the eastward flow of water, and come to Yu Spring and return to the west?"

Hearing such shocking words, Qi Jingzhi tasted the grand realm contained in it, and suddenly felt that his scalp was numb, his hair was shrugged, and there was a pride in his chest, and he could hardly control himself.

However, at the same time, he also knew very well in his heart that the other party suddenly looked at him differently, all for Ding Lingwei's face, once he took this knife, he would have a great cause and effect with this Langya Jun.

Ding Lingwei lost his way in the infinite wilderness, it has been nearly five hundred years so far, even if there is a day of return, I don't know the year of the monkey, this requires someone to wait, and even to the corpse crane left on Xianyu Mountain as a guide, often for it to summon spirits, want to do these two things well, and Ding Lingwei is undoubtedly the most suitable Xianyu Mountain Gate people who are in the same vein. Chinese Net

However, although Ding Lingwei has the true inheritance of the Xuandu Guan Lord in the previous generation, his mind has never been in Xianyu Mountain, and now he has been walking for nearly five hundred years, and there may not be anyone on the mountain who thinks about him, let alone working hard for it.

So today, due to fate, Zheng Xian hit Qi Jingzhi with his idea.

Maybe refining a spiritual weapon with Dao fire and spiritual materials is just a trivial matter for this Langya Jun, but it can't hide the fact that the long knife in the sky that has been reborn is really a priceless treasure, if it falls into the hands of a young man who has cultivated to the second realm and has no sect to rely on, it is not an exaggeration to say that the husband is not guilty and is guilty.

So, Qi Jingzhi took a deep breath and immediately shook his head: "The senior of the good sect learned that the junior was born in the mountains, but he got the fragment of the "Immortal Feather Sutra" by chance, and he accidentally cultivated his heart bones, and he didn't even know where the mountain gate of Xianyu Mountain was. It is a generous gift from the predecessors, and Qi Jing is ashamed and dare not accept it!"

Zheng Xian's expression was slightly stunned, and he couldn't help but take a deep look at the young man, and then smiled in surprise: "I said that you were too thoughtful, but I didn't expect that you are still a rare honest person!"

His tone was full of disapproval: "If the Xuandu Guan Lord doesn't nod, do you think you can use the Immortal Feather Sutra to cultivate your heart bones?"

Qi Jingzhi was dumbfounded when he heard this, he had heard this statement from Deng Fuqing's mouth once, and the Yecheng Cui clan also had a similar statement, and now he heard it from the mouth of this Langya Jun, so he finally believed most of it.

I heard Zheng Xian continue: "Now that you have cultivated your heart and bones, you must have recorded your name on the Crane Release Tablet, but there is no doubt that it is the true legend of Xianyu Mountain, and with your talent and entry into the realm, it is only a matter of time before you are brought into the mountain gate."

As he spoke, he raised his fan and pointed at the sky: "Zheng asks again, this knife ...... Do you dare to take it?"

"Crane Monument? Registration? Could it be something like the Fuya Temple's spiritual monument?"

Qi Jingzhi's thoughts were surging in his heart, but he nodded without hesitation and responded, "Naturally, dare to take it!" Thanks to the generous gifts of his predecessors, if he can truly worship Xianyu Mountain, he will naturally take care of the relics of the master in the sect, as for the infinite wilderness, the younger generations are shallow and don't know what to do, but if they have the opportunity, they will definitely not sit idly by!"

The young man didn't have a big package, but Zheng Xian looked extremely satisfied when he heard it, and the smile on his face was a little bigger.

He raised his hand to make a move towards the frying life, and the long knife that was crisscrossing the sky and making a lion and tiger roar in the air immediately flew down and levitated in front of this Langya Jun.

He glanced at it and bowed his head lightly, "With this Wakaki Sword Spirit, this sword has nothing to do with the Moon Mother's lineage!"

"As the saying goes, suck the flaws of the clouds and drink the dew of the wood! You happen to be still at the level of eating and drinking, so you might as well try one or two in the future."

Qi Jing was stunned, but he firmly remembered the other party's reminder: "If it really has this miraculous effect, it will definitely be much stronger than the qi of the pine and cypress armor."

Seeing that the young man had realized, Zheng Xian smiled and said, "If the wood is a divine tree, there is no trace in the world, but there are still tree spirits left in the infinite wilderness, if it weren't for that trace of daily authority and Zheng's Dao fire, even if it is just a seedling that may never grow, it will not be attracted at all, let alone succumb to the hands of mediocrity!"

"If you are alone, if you want to subdue this sword, you don't have to count on the method of sacrifice, and even more so the method of hiding the front

You don't have to think about it. At this moment, there are two paths for you to choose, one is for Zheng to temporarily seal the sword spirit, and gradually unseal it as you cultivate to refine it, until you light the Dao fire, and then refine this sword again, you can truly drive freely."

"Another way...... If you come forward and hold the hilt of the sword at this moment, whether it is to subdue it with force, or to lure it with profit, or to feel it with sincerity, as long as you get the approval of the sword spirit, you can immediately take this spiritual weapon knife for your own use."

After saying that, Langya Jun Zheng Xian closed his mouth and looked at the young man in front of him with a smile, with a bit of school examination in his eyes.

Qi Jingzhi nodded silently, and then slowly bypassed Jin Ding and stood in front of Fried Life.

He looked at the long knife that was close to him, and he thought to himself, "Can't you use the Hidden Blade Method? Yes, when Qi Huchan was first born, his spirituality was shallow and unformed, so he could be easily named by me, and now this sword spirit that frying life is a formed Ruomu seedling, so naturally it will not be easily at my mercy, and it is too weird to recognize a tree as a brother."

"The first path is certainly the safest, but if I choose this tricky method, how can I be worthy of today's fried life? Not to mention the day when you cut the dragon's feet, chew the dragon's meat, climb the sea and suppress the eastward flow, and return to the west by the Yu Spring!"

"As for the second article, convince them with force, induce them with profit, and feel them with sincerity......

Qi Jingzhi's gaze swept over the jade gold leaves of the Ruomu Sword Spirit, which were shaped like copper axes, and his heart moved again: "It seems that this Sword Spirit is somewhat similar to the heart bone, and it can be changed...... Aoba and Chihua......

Seeing that the young man was deep in thought, Langya Jun Zheng Xian clapped his hands suddenly: "Next, it's time to deal with the three culprits of this chaos!"

After that, he raised his hand and waved the fan, and Ding Chengyuan woke up leisurely.

This An Fenghou Huo Ran opened his eyes, because there were no injuries on his body, and he looked the same as before.

When he found that he was trapped, his face changed suddenly, and he hurriedly shook his body, but of course he failed to break the shackles of the golden date.

After trying hard twice, Ding Chengyuan finally gave up, but his expression calmed down, and he raised his eyes to look around through the almost transparent jujube skin, and immediately stared at Zheng Xian.

He and Langya Jun's eyes were like hiding the blue sea and green abyss, and after holding on for a few breaths, they decisively looked away, and then fell to the white feather fan in the other party's hand, and then the golden tripod on the ground that was extraordinary at first glance.

"White Luanwei? Golden Stove Cauldron?"

As if something had finally been determined, Anfeng Hou Ding Chengyuan's face changed again, and he said in a condensed voice: "Holding the white luan tail in your hand, sweep the clouds of Nanshan at night. The deer drink under the cold stream, and the fish return to the seashore. But Langya-kun in person?"

"Oh? Have you heard of me?"

Zheng Xian smiled and asked, although it was a question, his tone was quite affirmative.

Ding Chengyuan nodded immediately, his expression was obviously relaxed, and his vigilance was greatly reduced: "Sendai Immortal Mountain sees the traces of the gods, and the immortal furnace immortal residence reflects the blue sky. I heard the crane in the sea, but it was Penglai Chitose!"

This Marquis An Fenghou seemed to know Langyajun's preferences very well, and even recited a sycophant poem with his mouth open, and even deliberately brought the words of a crane.

He paused for a moment and carefully observed the changes in Langyajun's expression, and then continued: "As a disciple of the Ding family, Cheng Yuan has heard all kinds of deeds of the king since he was a child, and he has heard that his uncle Lingxu Gong and the king were friends with each other, and he has admired him for a long time, but it is a pity that he has always been on the side. What a blessing to see you today!"

After all, this An Fenghou obviously wanted to perform the junior ceremony, but his body was bound by golden dates, and he couldn't move no matter what.

Seeing this, Langyajun immediately waved his white luan tail, and the jujube skin melted rapidly, releasing Ding Chengyuan.

Zheng Xian looked at this junior clansman of Ding Lingwei, nodded and shook his head: "When Master Zheng was still there, Tiantai Mountain was carried by Shenao, floating in the sea, and it was naturally classified as Penglai Immortal Island."

"Now that I am the master of the Bihai Immortal Sect, I have returned and parked Tiantai Mountain on the shore of Langya. From now on, the name of this Penglai Chitose Weng does not need to be mentioned again!"

An Fenghou was stunned when he heard this, and the haze in his eyes flashed away.

He hurriedly fell to the ground, his eyebrows lowered

, saluted respectfully, and there was a lot of joy in his tone: "Langya and Jiuzhen are only separated by a state, so that Cheng Yuan can often go to Tiantai Mountain to listen to the teachings of the king, and his heart should be really happy!"

Zheng Xian smiled when he heard this: "Is it the teaching to teach you, as soon as Zheng returned, I heard that in the harem of the lord of the country, from the concubines to the palace people, they are vying to make hairpin ornaments with the cold gold spit out by the golden bird, and wear them on the body regardless of walking, sitting and lying, so as to invite pets and flattery to the lord of the country?"

"Well, how do you sing that palace ballad? Oh...... If you don't accept the cold gold, how can you get the king's heart? If you don't accept the cold and the cold, how can you get the king's mercy?"

Hearing this, Ding Chengyuan couldn't even straighten his waist: "The gentleman is graceful, this is a cold golden ......."

Langyajun, who had been talking very well before, turned out to be a white luan-tail, interrupting An Fenghou's explanation: "The origin of this golden bird and cold gold, Zheng knows much better than you!"

"When Zheng Mou worshiped under the Bihai Immortal Sect, he traveled to the country with the Shenao Tiantai, and when he passed through the overseas Ranzhou, he saw the pair of birds soaring on the sea, and felt that it was quite spiritual, so he brought it back. At that time, Ding Lingwei happened to have a younger brother, so he asked me for two golden birds and took them home to make a plaything for the younger brother...... Well, that little brother must be your grandfather, right?"

"Hehe, Zheng really didn't expect that hundreds of years later, the Jiang surname Ding would have an extra tribute called Bihan Jin!"

As he spoke, Zheng Xian's tone was obviously a little more hateful.

"Those women in the palace please the lord of the country with cold gold, you, the Tiger Ben clan and An Fenghou, please the women with the cold gold, this pillow is blown by the wind, it is naturally invincible, but it is really tight!"