Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, it's time to go.

In front of the mountain gate, a ferry leading to the North Styx Sea, a transparent barrier separates the Jiuning Mountain Range and the North Styx Sea into two completely different worlds, which is a wonder.

In the area of Jiuning Mountain, the sky is clear, the wind and the sun are beautiful, and a wide wooden trestle bridge starts from the mountain gate, spreads through the sandy beach covered with fine white sea sand, and has been probing into the sea for ten miles.

On the other side of the barrier, there were white clouds, the sea breeze howled, the turbid waves surged, and the goose-feathered snow sprinkled down from the clouds, flying all over the sky, and even the sea water was dark and dark.

A huge flying boat is moored at the ferry, the bow and stern are half a mile deep, there are five layers of cabins up and down, standing several towering masts, on which are hung by the masters to refine the treasure flags made of sails, the fierce sea wind blows a leaf of the sail up, revealing the spirit gathering array drawn on it, which can not only gather the spiritual energy of heaven and earth for the sailing of the flying boat, but also for the monks on the ship to practice.

The intricate patterns are carved on the hull, and when you look closely, it is composed of various complex protective circles, and a layer of glittering light is faintly floating around the body.

It was time for the rendezvous, and most of the monks had already arrived at the ferry speedboat.

Although there is a boat in the name, the flying boat is actually maintained by spiritual power, and the bottom of the flying boat does not directly touch the sea, but floats above the seawater, allowing the waves several feet high to hit one after another, and the force fiercely slams on the boulder in front of the ferry, and it cannot wet the flying boat in the slightest.

Some of the young disciples stood on the deck in front of the flying boat, looking down at the railing in novelty.

"Why is this flying boat different from what I've seen before?" a disciple who had been to the Immortal Gate Dabi last time couldn't help but ask, touching the magic circle engraved on the ship's hull.

He remembered that twenty years ago, the flying boat carrying his disciples was just a high-level flying magic weapon, how could he look at the flying boat this time and the magic weapon aura.

A knowledgeable monk said: "This is not an ordinary flying boat, but a magic weapon that has been sacrificed. ”

The magic weapons of the immortal cultivation world, from low to high, are: low-level, intermediate, and high-level magic weapons, the lower, middle, and upper grade magic weapons of the ground level, and the three grades of the heavenly level, and then the spiritual treasure.

The most well-known high-level spirit treasure in the immortal cultivation world today is the acquired spirit treasure of Tianji Pavilion, and when it reaches the level of spirit treasure, it even has the ability to suppress the luck of the sect.

With such a huge volume of the flying boat, ordinary people can't refine it, and to refine the flying boat as a whole into a magic weapon, the spiritual power fluctuations are still so round, at least it has to be a grandmaster-level refiner to refine it, and the only grandmaster-level refiner in Jiuning Mountain is the peak master of the Spiritual Void One Vein Refining Weapon Peak.

The price of letting a peak master spend more than a month to refine a flying magic weapon with both defense and defense is not small, Bihua not only asked the sect to come forward to invite him, but also spent a perfect grade of high-grade elixir, which was just a gift in the name of the sect.

With so many monks gathered together, it is inevitable that there will be endless words, some will discuss this immortal gate competition, some will greet each other, some will learn from each other, there will be anecdotes of those famous people in the gossip sect, and more topics will not be separated from the first beauty in the immortal cultivation world.

"Do you think Uncle Xiao will she come?"

"I don't know, these news are all false, and who can confidently guarantee it until the last moment. ”

"Ah, if she hadn't come, wouldn't I have signed up for nothing. ”

"Haha, you participated in the Xianmen Contest just to see the beauties? ”

"I really hope she can come, the last time I saw Uncle Xiao, it was three years ago, she has been in retreat all these years, the last time I heard that she went to the outer door, when I rushed over, I didn't even see the back. ”

"This senior brother, you are not very popular in the sect, can't you ask which monk from the Jade Peak?"

"Hey, don't say it, those cold guys in Qunyufeng, all of them have eyes on the top of their heads, and they can't ask anything, of course I don't mean Uncle Xiao!"

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While they were talking, the crowd suddenly erupted in cheers.

Two sword lights, one blue and one white, galloped from a distance, and suddenly arrived in front of them.

The cyan sword light landed on the deck, turning into a woman in her prime.

The woman was wearing a plain white dress, covered with a light green coat, and her waist-length long hair was like a waterfall, scattered behind her head in thousands of strands.

The moment she turned to look at the crowd, the bright sunlight shining through the barrier lost its color.

In addition to Bihua, there is no second person in heaven and earth who is so dazzling.

She had just gone to the main peak to discuss the matter, and several mountain masters of Jiuning Mountain decided that Yan Yizhi would be the main leader of the team going to Xianmen Dabi this time, and Bi Hua would be the auxiliary.

Bihua's cultivation is just to practice qi, but her seniority is higher, she is just a name this time, and the main thing is still Yan Yizhi to manage.

After the discussion, because she had to go to the ferry to fly the boat, she went with Yan Yi.

"Uncle Shi, I also want to explain the precautions to Wen Zhenren and them, do you want to go with me, or do you want to go back to the room to rest first?" Yan Yizhi is a handsome young man with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, the corners of his lips are naturally upturned, and he seems to have a gentle smile at all times.

"I still have some things, I won't go up for the time being, Yizhi, you don't have to worry about me, let's go find Wen Zhenren first." ”

"Then Yizhi went up first, uncle, please take care of yourself, if there is anything important, I will inform my uncle in time. Yan Yizhi put away his flying sword and said with a little apology.

"You get busy first. ”

Bihua is used to being alone, even if this nephew is famous for treating people like a spring breeze, she is not very comfortable with him, and she can't wait to find the cub quickly, and after telling the matter, she quietly returns to the cabin alone.

Yan Yizhi bowed his hand to her politely, and walked down the stairs at the bow of the ship to the top cabin, which was the residence of the senior Zhenren who had been sent by the sect to escort the flying boat.

This time, there are three Yuanying monks sent by the sect, and one of them is in the middle of the Yuanying period, plus there is an early warning from Bihua, even if the Godslayer Sect is secretly ambushed on the road as in the original book, there is no need to worry about the tragedy in the original book.

Bihua glanced around at the black crowd and struggled to find Zhuge Jue in the crowd.

The monks around her were swept by her gentle eyes, and they were so excited that they couldn't help themselves, and they all felt that her eyes had deliberately stayed here for a moment, and their hearts were beating.

Seeing that these disciples were so enthusiastic, Bi Hua smiled back in embarrassment but politely, and the crowd suddenly let out one inhaler after another.

Bihua looked around, didn't find Zhuge Jue, pushed the door into the cabin hall on the first floor, there was a space inside, the size was as wide as a main hall, for the purpose of gathering on the way, a monk at the hatch sat in front of the table, responsible for writing information.

After the monks who had come before had registered, most of them had gone outside to breathe, and there were only a few monks in the hall on the first floor, and when they heard the movement at the door of the cabin, they all looked back.

I saw that the monks who were originally disgusted with the boredom of the cabin and went out were all rushing into the hatch at this time, and the wide door was blocked for a moment.

But they don't care about these anymore, and only the figure that flutters like a fairy is left in their eyes.

The monks had a look of surprise on their faces and scrambled to salute her.

Bihua bowed her head lightly and looked up, but she still didn't see the male protagonist.

She couldn't help but ask the monk in charge of registration at the hatch, and said, "This steward, may I ask if there are any mortal realm disciples from Qunyu Peak who have come to register?"

Whether they are participating in the Immortal Gate Contest or the disciples who are invited to watch the ceremony, the sect will issue them a jade plaque that needs to be handed over to the monk in charge of registration when boarding the flying boat, so that they can board the flying boat and go to the assigned room in the cabin to check in.

With so many people, it was not good for her to ask Zhuge Jue's name directly, so as not to have any bad impact on him, so she only asked Qun Yufeng if there were any mortal realm disciples who had come to register.

Only Zhuge Jue and Zhuge Xuan are still mortal cultivators, and she alone gave Zhuge Jue a jade order to go to Xianmen Dabi.

The monk in charge of registration should be in charge of this matter for the first time, and when Bihua asked, he was so flattered that he couldn't even hold the pen he was holding steadily, and shook his hand to flip through the record of registering his name.

Bihua comforted him helplessly: "Don't worry, just look for it slowly, I'm just worried that someone hasn't arrived yet." ”

Her words seemed to contain some kind of rhyme, and the monk gradually calmed down, and after careful inquiry, he soon found it.

"Uncle Hui, there is only one mortal realm monk in Qunyu Peak who has come to register, and he lives in the twenty-fourth room of the second floor. ”

"Okay, thank you. ”