Hearing the words of the Red Maple Daoist showing weakness, Lan Lingzi on the side was shocked, although the master did not say anything clearly, Lan Lingzi could also feel that the master was really planning to give in, and the divine consciousness transmission just now should be to go to Senior Brother Qiu Yiqiu in the depths of the secret realm of the sect.

When the Red Maple Daoist first appeared, although Lan Lingzi felt a little guilty that he had not completed his master's explanation, he also thought that with the appearance of the master, the matter should be resolved smoothly no matter what, but he didn't expect that the Yuanying fellow Daoist he invited back was not only detached in formation, but also had an even more arrogant personality。

Fang Yan didn't expect the Red Maple Dao people to back down so happily, and he had a little more guesses about the Clueless Stone behind him and the broken formation on it, and he had a very self-aware dialect in his heart, knowing that it was impossible for this distracted monk to make such a regression because of his own strength or some threatening language, but he didn't know what the purpose of this broken formation was, and he actually let a distracted monk act like this.

In the face of a distracted monk and a late Yuan Infant monk, and in the land of the other sect, Fang Yan did not dare to relax a little, Hu Dao people had already been vigilant around, but at the moment, the two masters and apprentices on the opposite side were standing casually, except for a trace of divine consciousness fluctuations just now, there was no movement, and Fang Yan was still standing calmly and did not move, just urging the power to envelop the Wuqiao Stone and its upper formation method, waiting quietly.

Half an hour later, a breath suddenly flashed, and a sense of Xiao Xiao flashed out with this breath, which was slightly different from the uninhibited taste of Lan Lingzi and the master and apprentice of the Red Maple Daoist in front of him, and it seemed to be a little more cold, not like the murmuring of autumn water, like the autumn wind, which made Fang Yan suddenly think of an old man, the wind slave Qiu Fengzi.

"Uncle Hongfeng, you summoned me to come, but what do you have to order?" After a figure stood still, he ignored the situation in the venue, and just asked Shili to the Hongfeng Daoist.

"Qiu Yi, you took a Golden Crow True Fire from the sect's secret vault before, but it's still there?" asked the Red Maple Daoist.

The monk known as Qiu Yi heard the question of the Red Maple Daoist, and although he was a little confused, he still replied: "It's still there, I was planning to refine it, and then the disciple decided to enter the depths of the Ancient Desolate Battlefield and Fall into the Thunder Abyss."

Hearing the conversation between the Red Maple Daoist and the monk who had just arrived, the Golden Crow True Fire was actually collected by the monk in front of him, Fang Yan's heart moved slightly, and he immediately raised his eyes to the sweep of the monk who had just arrived, and in an instant, Fang Yan knew why a Yuanying monk would make the distraction monk in front of him so important, and he did not hesitate to suppress himself by distracting himself, Qiu Yi was a fellow Daoist who was the same as himself, and he was much further than himself, and it seemed that he was about to be distracted, just like the sunset Lin back then.

The dialect's guess was quickly confirmed, and the Red Maple Daoist on the opposite side heard Qiu Yi's words and his expression moved slightly, and he asked, "Well, what kind of sense do you have?"

Qiu Yi nodded and said, "The last few times I have sensed the distraction of the Great Tribulation, the aura has become more and more intense, and it should be coming soon." ”

Hearing the words of his master and nephew, Hongfeng Daoren's expression sank slightly, and after thinking for a moment, he said loudly: "Qiu Yi, don't refine that Golden Crow True Fire first, give that spiritual fire to this monk first." ”

I didn't expect my uncle to make such a decision, it seems that nothing like this has happened for many years, the last time was a thousand or two thousand years ago, Qiu Yi can't remember, since then, as long as he needs to cultivate, the inventory in the secret vault of the sect will be at his disposal, and now it is only one step away from the distraction catastrophe, but the uncle let himself let himself give up this golden crow true fire, Qiu Yi immediately paused slightly, and then said in a deep voice towards the standing dialect: "Who are you?"

"Senior Brother Qiu, this is a dialect fellow, a fellow Daoist I invited to arrange the formation. Seeing that Fang Yan didn't want to speak, Lan Lingzi on the side immediately introduced it.

"Yuanying Great Perfection, it's not bad, but you think that Yuanying Great Perfection is going to come to my Qiushui Sect to compete with me for spiritual objects?" Hearing Lan Lingzi's words, this Qiuyi Daoist looked up and down a few more times, and then said, but his words were very polite.

Just a few words, a moment of performance, the dialect can also see that this Yuan Infant Great Perfection Qiu Yi is dissatisfied with himself, but the dialect is even more polite, he didn't answer Qiu Yi's words at all, but just asked in a deep voice towards the Hongfeng Daoist: "I don't know what the decision of the predecessors is." ”

"You?" Sensing Fang Yan's disregard for him, Qiu Yi immediately shouted angrily, and a little autumn was born in the valley that was still full of spring just now, and the boundless coercion flashed out and pressed towards Fang Yan.

"Senior, you really don't want this formation?" After a faint ripple flashed, a crack suddenly appeared in the boundless autumn mood, revealing the dialect in it, as well as the incomprehensible stone platform and the broken formation on it.

"Qiu Yi, don't make others laugh, take out the Golden Crow True Fire. The Red Maple Daoist, who had just stopped Qiu Yi from drinking and asking the dialect, spoke at this moment.

After all, he was still distracted by his predecessors, his uncle, there had never been such a thing for thousands of years, Qiu Yi hesitated for a moment, or reached out and took out a rune forbidden spiritual fire, and when he was about to hand it to the Red Maple Daoist, he paused again, held the Golden Crow True Fire in his hand, turned his head and said to the opposite dialect: "Dialect, if you have the courage to gamble with me, you will bet on this Golden Crow True Fire." ”

"Hahaha, Qiu Daoyou is really interesting. Fang Yanlang said with a few laughs.

Everyone could hear the sarcastic tone of the dialect, and the Qiu Yi Dao people, who were already a little angry, were even more angry, and shouted: "What do you mean, seeing that you are also a Yuanying Great Perfection Monk, are you so courageless?"

"Qiu Yi Daoyou, even if you want to gamble, you have to show a little sincerity, the golden crow real fire in your hand seems to be mine, you take my things and gamble with me, do you think I'm stupid?" Fang Yan's expression was slightly cold, and then he shouted.

Being reprimanded by the words of the dialect, Qiu Yi was stunned, but after a moment, he reacted and realized that he had indeed made a mistake, although this Golden Crow True Fire was ready to be refined a moment ago, and it was still in his hands at the moment, but with the words of the previous senior uncle Hongfeng Daoren, this Golden Crow True Fire was really the other party's spiritual object.

"Dialect, do you mean that I can gamble if I take out a spiritual object equivalent to this spiritual fire?" Soon Qiu Yi found some loopholes in the dialect's words and asked loudly.

Looking at the Qiu Yi Dao people who were reluctant to fall in love with the Golden Crow True Fire, Fang Yan said lightly: "Have I said so?" and then Fang Yan said to the Red Feng Dao people: "Seniors, the younger generation's skills are shallow, and it is inevitable that there will be some mistakes after a long time, I don't have anything, but I am afraid that this Wuqiao Stone will not be able to withstand it." ”

Threat, naked threat, how could Qiu Yi not hear the meaning of the dialect, his face became more and more ugly, he raised his hand and handed out the golden crow true fire in his hand: "Uncle Shi, please." ”

Seeing that Qiu Yi was unwilling, Qiu Yi didn't explain much, waved his hand and took the Golden Crow True Fire into his hand, and said to the dialect: "The Golden Crow True Fire is here, put away the power, and the spiritual fire will belong to you." ”

"Senior, this formation has already been verified by Lingzi Daoyou, but it is time to deliver the spiritual fire. Fang Yan was unmoved, still standing still and said steadily, if you don't see a rabbit, you don't scatter an eagle, and if you don't start a spiritual object, it may be a stone's throw away or the end of the world, if there is no previous thing, with the temperament of the dialect, you will see the Jinwu True Fire and let the other party take away the remnants of the formation, but now there is no such possibility.

"Go. The Red Maple Daoist didn't say anything more, stretched out his hand and flicked it, and the forbidden Golden Crow True Fire flew out and shot towards Fang Yan.

Waving his hand to put the spiritual fire into his hand, his divine sense probed slightly, Fang Yan played several tricks with one hand, and several formation runes flashed instantly, melting into the ban on the Golden Crow True Fire, watching his runes melt into it and disappear without a trace, Fang Yan put away the Golden Crow True Fire with his backhand, and then withdrew the other palm that urged the power to cover the Wuqiao Stone: "Senior, please." ”