Blue Tinch was urged to go to the pavilion to find someone, but he stood still, and sneered at the corner of his mouth: "What about the talismans? Without the talismans, I can't go to the inner disciples." ”

The courteous principal talisman was given to the stone gourd, and there was also a disciple talisman on his body. In the beaver hall that day, he politely refused the position of true heir in exchange for the name of Director Yin. Afterwards, Yun Sheng no longer mentioned the matter of the true disciple, and after several elders on the peak discussed, they gave Yin Qin a talisman of an inner disciple as his natal talisman card.

He took out the talisman from his bosom and just handed it to Blue, when he heard a loud muffled sound upstairs, and the entire Scripture Pavilion vibrated with it. Yin Qin was taken aback, thinking that something big had happened, but he saw that the disciples around him who were reading the scriptures did not even raise their heads, as if they had not heard the sound just now.

Seeing this, Blue Tin sighed and explained, "It's good to get used to it, it's the eldest grandson elder on the top floor refining the pill." Listening to this movement, I am afraid that the treasure material has been refined. ”

Suddenly, he couldn't help muttering in his heart: Is this guy concocting explosives upstairs? I have never heard that refining weapons and making pills can shake such a huge pavilion as the Hidden Scripture Pavilion.

At this moment, above the fifth floor of the Scripture Pavilion, there was a cloud of smoke, and the air was mixed with a disgusting sour smell. Fortunately, before the smoke had leaked to the other floors, a very burly and tall figure emerged from a room at the end of the pavilion, and under the wave of the sleeves of this man's robe, the smoke that filled the air disappeared in a moment's effort.

Only then could he see that this person's clothes were as if they had been bombarded with magic weapons, in rags, and his face was also covered with soot and sludge, and he couldn't see his original color at all. Even his hair was burned a lot, and the whole person looked embarrassed.

The smoke cleared, and the man lifted the sleeves of his robe, and it turned out that he had hidden a palm-sized purple gold gourd in the palm of his hand, and the choking smoke was collected by this gourd.

"Damn it, Zhang Molan, the turtle grandson, got some remnant runes to fool Lao Tzu. The tall figure thought that he was choked by the smoke, and he coughed again and again, especially scolding his mother. The scolding of this product was not small, so that some disciples who came up to clean up after hearing the sound were all embarrassed, and they could only sweep the floor silently with their heads down, and turn a deaf ear to the scolding in their ears. There is no way, the turtle grandson in this mouth is the Valley of Ten Thousand Beasts, the most powerful ink scale ancestor outside the master. His real name is Zhang Chunyi, and the only person in the sect who dares to name and scold him by name is Sun Lie, the head of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

There's no way, who let Changsun Lie not only be in charge of Wenqu, but also in charge of the Wuqu Department of Ten Thousand Beast Valley's refining and pillmaking. More than half of the high-grade pills in the Valley of Ten Thousand Beasts, and the high-grade magic weapons had to go through the hands of the eldest grandson Lie before they could be finalized. Even if the elixir magic weapon of the Jindan Ancestor still needs to be refined at home, for the sake of the cultivation advancement of all the disciples, even Tieling Zhenren can't help but give Changsun Lie some face.

Moreover, in terms of the time of entry, Changsun Lie and Zhang Chunyi belong to the same generation, and until the middle of the foundation building, Changsun Lie's cultivation has always stabilized the ink scale ancestor. Knowing that later, this product shifted most of his energy to refining and making pills, and his cultivation was slowly surpassed by the Ink Scale Ancestor.

It is precisely because Changsun Lie's talent is too high that this product has a big temper, and if he doesn't deal with it, he dares to scold even Tie Ling's real person. This time the refining failed, not only was the seventy-seven forty-nine days of hard work in vain, but the treasures worth ten middle-grade spirit stones also turned into flying ashes. Eldest Sun Lie was distressed, so he poured his anger on the Ink Scale Ancestor who provided him with the refining illustrated book. He stood in the cloister in the attic, scolded a lot, and saw that several of the cleaning disciples were all gathered at the other end of the cloister and did not dare to approach, so he spat on the ground fiercely, and while pulling down the rags on his body, he swayed towards his own Dan room. Before he reached the door of the Dan room, the tatters on his body were ripped clean, and Changsun Lie stood at the door of the Dan room naked, and shouted at a few henchmen and disciples in the distance: "You turtle grandsons, what are you all hiding over there? I don't have any eyesight at all, why don't you hurry up and find a Taoist robe for Lao Tzu?!"

To say that the eldest grandson Lie renovated the top floor of this Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is not bad, not only does he have a special Dan room, but he also uses the mechanism formation to attract a warm spiritual spring, which is poured into the Dan room. Eldest Sun Lie soaked his whole body in the spiritual spring, and there was a disciple who was as tall as him beside him, holding his arms and hammering and kneading his back.

Looking at the appearance of that disciple, he also had a sideways face, as if he was a butcher. Changsun Lie was also choked by the explosion just now, obviously he had been rubbed by the disciple, and he muttered vigorously: "Iron hammer, you kid, your kung fu has fallen again in the past few days, and the strength in your hands is not as good as that of an old lady." ”

The disciple who was called to be a hammer was counted down by Eldest Sun Lie, and said with his mouth open: "It's not that the disciple's kung fu has fallen, it's your old man's skill that has improved again." ”

"Oh, how do you know that you have improved your skills for your master?" asked the eldest grandson Lie ninja with a sore grin.

"Why can't I see it? Such a big Dan furnace exploded, and it didn't kill you......" The hammer picked up his fist and smashed it wildly on the back of Changsun Lie, and he didn't forget to slap the ass wildly in his mouth.

The corners of Eldest Sun Lie's mouth twitched, and he decided not to continue the conversation with this second-class disciple with barbarian blood on his body. He turned his head and asked the beautiful disciple who was holding a Taoist robe, "Drill'er, these days of retreat and refining for the teacher, what is the big deal in the sect?"

There are a total of three intimate disciples around Changsun Lie, in addition to the hammer and drill, there is also a fan called Pu Fan who accompanies him to take care of the Dan furnace all the year round, and at this moment he has been blown up to the flesh and was carried down to recuperate.

Diamond is the most lively, seeing the master asking, he has been busy with the big and small things in the sect for nearly a month, and he has come to say one by one. He is articulate and his thinking is also very clear, and the cause and effect of everything can be learned very clearly, from the day of the retreat of the eldest grandson Lie, until today, several disciples of Huaqi Peak have entered the mountain with Xiao Manzun.

Changsun Lie had been lying in the spiritual spring with his eyes half-closed, and when he heard the three words of Xiao Manzun, he couldn't help but open his eyes and reminded: "You explain it immediately, the melon and fruit spiritual garden we planted ourselves over there in Wuqu will all be sent to me with additional manpower, and someone will inspect the spiritual field every day and night, day and night." And we can't let that little thing give our Spirit Grass Immortal Fruit to Huo Huo!"

Driller pursed his lips and said, "There is no need for the master to tell you, the disciple has already informed you." He paused slightly, and then said, "Elder Breaking Army King just sent a message, saying that he has a piece of Cold Star Iron in his hand to be tasted by the Master. ”

"Han Xing Tie?" said with a hint of disdain flashing at the corner of Changsun Lie's mouth, "It's not the last sect trial, and the things that were detained by this old boy were cheeky to ask me to taste them." I think it was his turtle grandson who was beaten by the people of Hua Ciuki Peak, he can't afford to provoke others, and he wants to use me as a gunman, right?"

"Then it's gone?" Drill asked in a low voice.

Eldest Sun Lie groaned slightly, and said, "If you call him back, just say that I just came out of the customs today and I am not feeling well, so let him send Han Xingtie over to talk about it." ”

Drill nodded yes.

Eldest Sun Lie frowned and asked, "What is the origin of that boy surnamed Yin in Huaqi Peak? Why did you get to the mountain gate and stir up my Tibetan Scripture Pavilion into a miasma?"