Lizhou, Qizong.

The town below the hill is overcrowded, mostly with unfamiliar faces.

Pick out any person, and there is a faint and intimidating aura on his body.

The Demon Suppression Division dispatched all the officers to maintain order.

The moire black shirt that can make demons and martial artists jealous is not put into the eyes of this group of strangers.

What really quieted them down was the invisible yin god hanging in the sky.

Although it was invisible to the naked eye, the rich coercion of the Upper Realm Martial Immortal had already enveloped the entire range of the Instrument Sect.

"I want to go up the mountain to watch the ceremony."

The monks with advanced realms gathered at the foot of the mountain, and the disciples of the Qizong Sect politely accepted them into the mountain.

Hou Wanshan watched this place in silence.

The movement of the birth of the magic weapon is too big, one to ten, ten to hundred, after all, it is still known to everyone.

There is no shortage of monks who have traveled from outside the country.

When they heard the news, they all gathered.

Changing to the previous martial temple, it only takes one sentence to make them retreat, but now ...... It's already good to be able to barely deter everyone and not make any trouble.

The forces of all sides are too mixed, and the decline of the cadres is gradually becoming apparent, and they cannot afford to offend so many people.

"The Instrument Sect has prepared a place for you to live, but the top of the mountain is a forbidden place, and I hope you don't trespass."

The Lin family and his wife held long swords and guarded the mountain path as protégés of the martial arts.

A group of foreign monks looked at the sky, and although they had different thoughts, they still nodded in unison: "Thank you for your hospitality." ”

At the top of the mountain, a thick white mist gathers into clouds, making the whole hill feel like it is in winter, the treetops are covered in hoarfrost, and the cold wind howls to blow the ice leaves.

"I didn't expect that just a small place in the Great Qian Dynasty would have the means to forge magic weapons." Some monks shook their heads and sighed.

This was like a reminder to everyone, and immediately other monks greeted the disciples of the Instrument Sect next to them kindly.

“……”

Among them, there are a few strong people with obvious extraordinary temperaments and famous families, who just glanced at it, and then put their eyes back to the top of the mountain.

If you want to win over the Sect, you don't rely on politeness.

Besides, it is still unknown whether it can really create a magic weapon.

When it is created, it is necessary to determine the ownership of this magic weapon first, and the matter of winning over can be put into a later discussion.

"If it weren't for the Instrument Sect, I wouldn't have known that there was a Mixed Yuan Grandmaster in Lizhou."

Hou Wanshan slowly clenched his palms, feeling a little pressure.

Although his realm is high, it is not so easy to dominate the crowd.

This means that the time is still short, if it drags on for another month or two, maybe even the powerhouses of the Transformation God Realm will come and visit in person, especially the Xuanguang Cave......

On the contrary, Wumiao can sit still.

No matter what, you have to bring a golden body to the town.

If you don't put a little pressure on the Instrument Sect, maybe this group of iron-screwing people will really throw themselves into other forces with magic weapons.

Sure enough, as Hou Wanshan expected, he soon heard a few whispers.

"Brother Qingyang, has Sect Master Lin considered placing the Instrument Sect in a more suitable place?"

"Backed by the big tree of the Martial Temple, although they are down-to-earth, they are Yin God monks after all, and they may not pay attention to you."

"I know you're a protégé of the Martial Temple, but what can they give you, the Golden Body Method? You don't need it, so you might as well ......."

Lin Qingyang listened to the whispers in his ear, looking at the strong man whose realm was higher than himself, and he was even commensurate with his brother, although his face had not changed, his heart was inexplicably much more comfortable.

At the same time, he muttered to himself.

If the Wumiao Temple is really a big tree, this group of people don't dare to say these things in person, they all know what the situation is now, just polite words.

He said absentmindedly perfunctorily: "What's the use of you talking to me about this, what about the Instrument Sect, or my father has the final say." ”

The man wanted to say something more, but was politely stopped by Mrs. Lin: "Senior Hugh wants to mention it again, the sect master has his own arrangements." ”

"It's good, it's good."

The man smiled smirked, retreated back into the crowd, and continued to look at the top of the mountain.

The Instrument Sect finally gained some fame, and this group of iron-striking people knew how to borrow this gust of wind if they were a smart person.

Whether to become a big clan or accompany a rotten wood to slowly decay and wait for death, it is not difficult to choose.

Suddenly, in full view of everyone.

The white mist in the sky quickly shrank downwards until it vanished.

However, everyone felt a biting chill.

Among them, the masters with extraordinary temperament had a little surprise on their faces, and then they glanced at each other, each snorted coldly, and slapped their palms towards their waists.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

The magic weapon has been made! Then it's time to make a bid.

Everyone stared closely at the mountain path, and after a while, a sloppy old man trotted down with a jade box.

Just when they were about to catch up, they saw Lin Jingyi burying his head and waving his hand: "Let it go." ”

Then he ran down the hill in a puff of smoke.

Only a group of stunned monks remained.

Even Hou Wanshan, who was hanging in the sky, was a little surprised: "......"

This old man wanted to make the Instrument Sect rise, when did he become so well-behaved and honest.

"Keep up!"

The middle-aged master frowned, and then walked down the mountain.

So many people waited many days.

The Instrument Sect didn't even give them a chance to bid, and they didn't even want to take out what the magic weapon looked like, so they really couldn't be treated as monkeys.

A small building on the mountainside.

Lin Jingyi patted the door of the house, and only after getting a response did he push the door in.

Looking at the black-shirted youth sitting quietly on the futon.

He squeezed out a smile and handed over the jade box: "Lord Shen, the old man didn't disappoint you, it's done." ”

"Good work." Shen Yi opened her eyes and bowed slightly.

"It's not hard, it's not hard, it's supposed to be." Lin Jingyi hurriedly shook his head, and then said, "You watch first, I'll go out and send them away." ”

With that, the old man walked out of the small building with gentle steps.

Turning around, he was confronted by a group of foreign monks with ugly faces, and even Lin Qingyang stared at his father in puzzlement.

Such a great opportunity, just wasted?

Knocked out the brains by striking iron?

"Ladies and gentlemen, there is nothing to see, so I will send someone to prepare a banquet, and I will make you happy."

Lin Jingyi squeezed out a smile.

His gaze quickly swept over the masters.

Mixed Element Grandmaster...... Top fart.

Just these two or three, if they dare to follow Lord Shen to leave Daqian, it will be a matter of two hours.

The old man didn't want to hear Shen Yi say to himself, "Can you take a step?"

"Have fun?"

Most of the monks who were watching the excitement didn't speak, and the few Mixed Yuan Grandmasters standing in front of them all had gloomy eyes.

One of them was already clenched into a fist.

Under the gaze of so many eyes, Lin Jingyi looked extremely relaxed, standing at the door of the small building, without even a trace of worry on his face.

“……”

The Mixed Yuan Grandmaster raised his eyes and glanced at the sky.

There are very few people who can cultivate to such a state.

An Upper Realm Martial Immortal would never be able to give the Instrument Sect such a big confidence.

Who the hell is in that little building?

Could it be true that someone brought one of the piles of corpses in the martial arts temple?

(End of chapter)