Bai Muyang adjusted his mentality, as a refining master, he still had to do what he should do.

"Fairy Yan, try this ancient flute!"

Bai Muyang's hand shook, and the Gu Flute, which had no offensive characteristics, was thrown to Yan Xiayang, as the only woman among the ten refining masters, she was the only one who was more interested in this type of magic weapon.

Reaching out to copy the ancient flute, Yan Xiayang nodded, and looked at the ancient flute with a strange expression, first of all, as a female monk, the pursuit of exquisite ornaments made her like the texture of this ancient flute very much.

With a slight affection, Yan Xiayang gently held the ancient flute with both hands and played it gently.

Moment.

Yan Xiayang's mind sank into a strange space.

The night is coming in the space, the sky is shallow like a cloud of blood and smoke, and half a red moon is hidden in the sky, but there are no stars to decorate.

In the dark of night, a shadow hurriedly crossed the sky, waiting for the gust of breeze to blow, and the dress of the shadow swayed slightly.

The light color is getting darker, and it is thick, no longer so full of business, and the moonlight is even worse, sprinkling a touch of desolation into the night, which is the taste of longing.

Yan Xiayang closed his eyes and felt quietly, and the two lines of tears slipped quietly unconsciously.

The thing reminds one of its owner.

This is a mind-type magic weapon, without any killing and defense, simply thinking about the person you want.

After Yan Xiayang woke up, he wiped away the tears on his cheeks, spit out a mouthful of aroma, and handed the ancient flute back to Lin Fenghan.

In everyone's curious eyes, Yan Xiayang smiled at Lin Feng and said, "Master Lin, the woman you miss is really very enviable!"

Lin Fenghan's face was indifferent, but he had a little understanding that Yan Xiayang did not call him by his name, but by a title that only exists among the same masters.

It's just such a title, Tongmu Island and the Heavenly God Dragon Sail everyone, their expressions change rapidly.

"The eleventh refining master is about to be born!"

The audience fell into silence in an instant, and what Yan Xiayang said alone had already given everyone a signal.

In an instant, his eyes focused on Bai Muyang.

Bai Muyang explained the effect of the ancient flute magic weapon to the other eight refining masters, and with his continuous explanation, the originally calm expressions of each refining master showed a look of surprise.

After a brief shock.

To outsiders, it seemed that Bai Mu Yang was asking them for something, and as a result, without exception, every refining master nodded.

Bai Muyang smiled, and saw Bai Muyang walk in front of the throne of the eleventh refining master, suddenly stretched out his hand to ask, and without the slightest hesitation, he said, "Eleventh refining master, please take a seat!"

"Wow!"

The whole venue exploded in an instant.

No matter which continent or force the monks came from, their hearts were shocked and completely sensational!

The eleventh refining master was born right in front of my eyes!

Yang Yan smiled.

Candle Wind smiled.

Chu Xiangyun was even more smiling, this Lin Fenghan did not live up to his expectations, used his strength to block the mouths of all the refining masters, and became the eleventh refining master with his transcendent attainments and skills.

And Lin Fenghan was not arrogant or impatient, he was still indifferent, he first bowed to Yang Yan and Candle Wind Zhenren, then bowed to the ten refining masters, and finally bowed to Chu Xiangyun, and walked to the throne of the eleventh refining master in a grand manner, and slowly sat down.

"Master Refining, Lin Fenghan!"

"It's really an eye-opener, and I have the capital to brag about when I go back this time. ”

"It would be nice if we could win over our forces!"

After Lin Fenghan sat down, the atmosphere of the audience became even more crazy and cheered like thunder.

And at this moment, Bai Muyang smiled slightly, looked at Lin Fenghan with appreciative eyes, took the eleventh golden post from Yang Yan's hand, and gently sent it to Lin Fenghan's hand.

The eleventh golden post represents that Lin Fenghan has officially become the eleventh refining master!

Lin Fenghan took the golden post, Bai Muyang clapped it lightly with both hands, and the other nine rebellious refining masters also applauded with Bai Muyang. followed by Yang Yan, he was not unhappy at all because he became Lin Fenghan's foil, on the contrary, he was the one who got carried away the most with his laughter.

The Candle Wind Dao people and the Refining Treasure Pavilion Master Chu Xiangyun, almost all of them were congratulating Lin Fenghan on becoming the eleventh refining master, and even the other nine top sects that had nothing to do with themselves were also showing the bearing that a great sect should have, and they all congratulated Lin Fenghan slightly.

If there are still people in the audience who don't like Lin Fenghan to become a refining master, it is estimated that there are only Xuanyuan Sect.

This eleventh refining master should have come from their Xuanyuan Sect, but now, the predecessors planted trees and later picked peaches, because they were not firm at the beginning, they innocently cheapened others.

The hearts of the Xuanyuan Sect are not to mention how uncomfortable they are.

Only Mu Xitong didn't feel inappropriate, on the contrary, there was a flash of adoration in her crystal clear eyes, as well as pride from the heart.

"Brother Han, you are really the best in the world!"

The truest blessing is nourishing in Mu Xitong's heart.

Warm applause.

I don't know why, a wisp of inexplicable tenderness rose from the tip of Lin Feng's cold heart, and a wisp of breath familiar to the depths of his soul emerged again.

Lin Feng's cold eyebrows frowned, his eyes were like electricity, and he swept over.

In the overlapping of countless figures, the two lines of sight quietly converged.

In just an instant, Lin Fenghan's pupils constricted, and the hand placed on the dragon and phoenix chair trembled, and his true qi surged uncontrollably.

How could this aura be on her?!

Yang Yan saw Lin Fenghan, who was suddenly out of shape, and said in surprise: "Brother Lin, what's wrong with you?"

Lin Feng's dark eyes stared at the delicate woman, and he didn't have any intention to answer Yang Yan's reply.

Under his eyes, a shadow that could not be forgotten and waved away was reflected, that shadow, Lin Fenghan held the handle of the seat tightly with both hands, and creaked.

"Fairy Lin Qingyue has already lost her soul, why does this woman have her breath on her body......"

In just one eye contact, it was as if he had experienced that long and hundreds of years, Lin Fenghan's spirit was agitated, and all the voices disappeared at this moment, and even all the people around him disappeared at this moment.

There is only him and the beautiful woman in heaven and earth.

Looking at Mu Xi's pupils dripping and crying, looking at Mu Xi's pupils' poignant eyes, Lin Fenghan's calm face evoked a touch of sadness, as if the delicate beauty in front of him was the fairy Lin Qingyue.

I saw Mu Xitong shaking his head slightly.

She gently said that she had nothing to do with herself, and the small mouth of the clotted cherry opened.

"Brother Han, you are so good, Xi Hitomi is proud of you!"

Lin Fenghan understood the silent words, gradually calmed down, and forcibly resisted the idea of rushing to find out, and there was a fear of loss after learning the truth in his heart.

After half a ring, Lin Fenghan's lips subconsciously squirmed.

"Wait for me!"

Regardless of whether the result is a dream or not.

As a monk who once stood in heaven and earth, even the way of heaven would not want to stop him.