Hearing that this Heavenly Immortal who maintained order asked the three of them to either take a detour, or sit in the back and listen to Mr. Fu Qiu** who listened to the "Listening to the Rain Wind Building", the Heavenly Array Master groaned slightly, and then said, "Okay, the three of us will sit in the back. . . BEn。 Then he turned around and said to Li Jun and Fan, "Let's go down." ”

In front of the Heavenly Array Master, Li Jun and Fan Sui didn't have too many words, and followed behind and fell to the ground. The Heavenly Immortal who maintained order saw that the three Heavenly Array Masters were so cooperative, he also nodded politely, and then flew into the distance again.

On the open field with a radius of more than ten miles, the black ground was full of people, although there were many immortals, there were also many mortals, everyone's faces were full of smiles, constantly exchanging their opinions with the people around them, and there was a noise all around. In the market in the distance, no one stayed, and all of them crowded here, as if the day when Mr. Fu Qiu opened the altar was the grandest festival in this candle city.

At this time, basically no one in Candle Torch City flew here anymore, and the Heavenly Array Master took Li Jun and Fan Sui to sit at the back. Although there is still a distance of more than ten miles from the most central pulpit, the eyesight and hearing of the immortals are generally very good, and although the distance of more than ten miles is a bit far away for mortals in the fairy world, it is not a big problem for the immortals.

There is a ten-zhang high pulpit in the center of the venue, and by the side of the pulpit, more than a dozen heavenly immortals are sitting together, working together to display a huge pale cyan Xuanguang mirror. The Xuanguang Mirror slowly rose high into the sky, shining with a faint blue light under the starry sky of the fairy world.

As soon as the Heavenly Array Master, Li Jun, and Fan Sui sat down, they heard a mortal from the Immortal Realm sitting in front of him praise him: "Haha, I thought it was too late to occupy a good position." Now it's okay, with this Xuanguang mirror, I can see Mr. Fu Qiu's appearance clearly even if I sit at the back. ”

Li Jun put his hand on the pergola to cover his eyebrows and looked at it, and said: "Hehe, more than a dozen immortals have joined forces to cast the Xuanguang Mirror, this Mr. Fu Qiu is so big." ”

Hearing Li Jun's words, several immortals and mortals around him cast strange glances at Li Jun, and Li Jun looked embarrassed.

To the right of Li Jun is a young man in his twenties, who is quite handsome, and his cultivation is the same as that of the Heavenly Array Master, and he is also a Heavenly Immortal. I saw the man smile and said to Li Jun: "Fellow Daoist, it's the first time you've come to listen to Mr. Fu Qiu, right?"

Without waiting for Li Jun to speak, the Heavenly Array Master had already replied: "Yes, the three of us passed by Candle Torch City, and heard that Mr. Fu Qiu of the city opened an altar here, so he came to watch. ”

"Oh, it's a coincidence that a few fellow Daoists came. Mr. Fu Qiu, the craftsman of this city, only opens the altar three times a year, and he didn't expect a few adults to come and meet him. His gaze lingered on the faces of the three Heavenly Array Masters for a moment, and the man smiled and said, "I am fortunate to meet three Daoists here today, which can be regarded as a kind of fate, I don't know what to call the three Daoists?"

In the fairy world, although the number of heavenly immortals is also relatively large, most of the heavenly immortals live in seclusion in the deep mountains and Daze to study the way of refining tools and alchemy, and they are generally rare cities in the fairy world. At this time, I suddenly saw a celestial immortal sitting in the crowd, and his face was easy-going and calm, and the three of them couldn't help but be secretly surprised.

Hearing this young man's question, the Heavenly Array Master thought for a while and said, "My name is Tianjin, the one on my right is called Li Er, and the one on my left is called Fan Dou. ”

A smile appeared on the man's face, and he didn't take the strange name for granted, only smiled and nodded.

At this moment, above the pulpit in the center of the venue, the mirror surface of the huge Xuanguang mirror shook for a while, and the face of a bad old man appeared. The noisy exchange of voices on the field, after the appearance of this bad old man appeared on the Xuanguang mirror, gradually quieted down.

"This is Mr. Fu Qiu?" Li Jun looked at the image that appeared on the huge Xuanguang mirror, and couldn't help laughing: "Ha, it turned out to be a bad old man." ”

As soon as this remark came out, it immediately attracted more than a dozen contemptuous glances. Under the gaze of these many eyes, Li Jun couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, and quickly covered his mouth and stopped talking.

The young Celestial Immortal next to him smiled lightly and echoed: "Daoyou is really a wonderful person. Yes, Mr. Fu Qiu was originally a bad old man. ”

Hearing this, the slightly annoyed eyes of the immortals and mortals next to them looked at the young immortal, and the young immortal's slightly provocative eyes swept away, and those people turned their heads in panic, not daring to look at the young immortal.

The immortal realm respects strength, and these lower immortals and mortals know that they are not the opponents of this young immortal, although their eyes are still full of resentment, they can only give up.

At this time, above the pulpit, a subdued voice came out from afar, announcing loudly: "Fellow Daoists, today is the day when Mr. Fu Qiu, the craftsman of our Candle Torch City, opened the altar, and the Xuanguang Mirror has been set up on the pulpit, and several adults of the 'Listening to the Rain Wind Building' have also arranged a sound amplification formation around the pulpit, so after Mr. Fu Qiu starts ** for a while, please be sure to restrain your divine sense and not to snoop with your divine sense." If you have something important to do and need to leave the scene, please leave from the ground, and if you need to leave the scene urgently, in order to show respect for Mr. Fu Qiu, you must not fly more than five zhang high. These matters were personally proposed by Lord Bian Yue, the lord of Ningxian Mansion, and all Taoist friends must abide by them. ”

After a while, the immortal who didn't know his name who had just spoken, after seeing that everyone in the venue was quiet, said loudly: "I respectfully invite Mr. Fu Qiu, a craftsman of Ningxian Mansion under the jurisdiction of the Dongyin Immortal Emperor, to open the altar!"

The loud voice came far over the open field, and the black crowd was silent, waiting for Mr. Fu Qiu from the "Listening to the Rain Wind Building" to appear.

Fan Sui stared at the ten-zhang high pulpit with his eyes far away, and said with a little impatience on his face: "Why hasn't this Mr. Fu Qiu shown up yet?"

Hearing Fan Sui's words, the young immortals next to him laughed and said, "Fellow Daoists, I'll come when I go." As he spoke, he rose into the air and flew towards the pulpit at the center of the venue. He flew extremely slowly, and everyone could clearly see that his youthful appearance was getting old as he flew.

By the time the young immortal flew to the pulpit, he had completely turned into a bad old man.

Li Jun and Fan Sui glanced at each other, their hearts were shocked, and they exclaimed: "Could it be ...... He's Mr. Fu Qiu?"

"Hahaha-" Mr. Fu Qiu's hearty laughter came out from the pulpit, spreading in all directions under the amplification of the formation. Above the pulpit, a huge Xuanguang mirror was projecting Mr. Fu Qiu's wrinkled face.

Mr. Fu Qiu's eyes were bright, he stopped laughing, and said slowly: "Fellow Daoists, Fu Qiu is very happy to be here to share his experience in arranging formations and refining weapons with you. This opening of the altar is Fu Qiu's third time this year, and it is also Fu Qiu's last, this time, after Fu Qiu's ...... will seal the altar" said as if it was very sad, but Mr. Fu Qiu's face was full of smiles, and he seemed to be quite happy.

The crowd of black oppressors suddenly resounded in a chaotic manner, many immortals and mortals shouted in confusion, and many people beside the Heavenly Array Master also shouted, "Why? Mr. Fu Qiu, why don't you talk about it?"

"Yes, Mr. Fu Qiu, you can't just seal the altar—"

"Mr. Fu Qiu, I have learned a lot from you, and we all hope that you can continue to talk about it for a long time——"

“......”

The black-pressed crowd boiled over, screaming, shouting, pleading, and even ...... in a frenzy Condemn. All this can only be described by the word "explosion".

"These people are crazy!" Li Jun scolded secretly.

Through the sound transmission formation, the voice of Mr. Fu Qiu, the bad old man on the pulpit, spread, and comforted the dark crowd in the venue and said, "Everyone is quiet—"

In a word, the boiling voices immediately quieted down again.

Mr. Fu Qiu continued: "A few days ago, a new craftsman immortal was born in the fairy world! This matter is no secret in the fairy world, and everyone must already know about it. In the past 30 years, Fu Qiu has benefited a lot from the fact that the city lord of Zongdi can afford to open the altar in the 'Listening to the Rain Wind Building' and share his experience with everyone. In recent years, Fu Qiu deeply felt that he had reached a bottleneck in the formation and refining, and he had already had the idea of sealing the altar. Recently, Fu Qiu learned that the fourth craftsman in the immortal realm was born, to be honest, Fu Qiu was deeply stimulated in his heart, so he decided to seal the altar from now on and continue to improve until the immortal weapon was refined!"

After these words were spoken, no one spoke. Indeed, as a celestial immortal who is keen on formations and refining weapons, what thing can make people feel more happy than refining an immortal weapon with his own hands? The level of refining master is divided by the magic weapon refined, and in the immortal world, there are many immortals who can refine low-grade spiritual weapons, spiritual weapons, and even high-grade spiritual weapons, and most of these people are scattered immortals, and generally do not have any special titles. Above the top-grade spiritual weapon is the best spiritual weapon, and refining the top-grade spiritual weapon is a hurdle on the way to refining the weapon, and countless immortals are stuck here, and there is no hope for great achievements in their lives.

The immortals who can refine the best spiritual weapons are respected by the immortals of the fairy world as "craftsmen". Craftsmen are quite rare in the immortal world, and there are only about twenty in the entire immortal world. It is precisely because of the scarcity of craftsmen that the best spiritual weapons are precious, otherwise the fairy world would have been flying all over the sky long ago.

If the craftsman goes up, he can refine an immortal weapon, even if it is the worst low-grade immortal weapon, that is the "craftsman immortal". In the fairy world, there are only a few craftsmen and immortals.

Mr. Fu Qiu turned around on the pulpit, scanned the audience with two eyes like sharp blades, and then said: "Okay, since everyone still wants to listen to Fu Qiu**, then Fu Qiu will make an exception, and this time** should be extended appropriately." The previous few times the practice was to talk for seven days, but this time Fu Qiu plans to talk for ten days! What do you think, fellow Daoists? Okay, now Fu Qiu announces, **officially begins! This time**The content is--'The inheritance and destination of the formation'!"

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