Hearing Wei Changfeng's words, Feng Chuyu smiled silently, the expression on his face was a little nostalgic, the momentum of his whole body was gone, and the whole person became lazy and uninhibited again, if it wasn't for Wei Changfeng seeing the monstrous sword intent with his own eyes just now, no one would believe that this sword intent was emitted by Feng Chuyu, who was full of alcohol.

"Hiccup, Senior Brother, you just said that Senior Uncle Hai and his old man sent a letter, right?, but what did you say?" Feng Chuyu burped and walked to Wei Changfeng's side step by step.

A sweet smell of wine came to his face, Wei Changfeng frowned and fanned his sleeves with slight disgust, "Xiao Wu, I didn't say you, look at what you look like, you're almost soaked in the wine vat!"

Feng Chuyu pursed his lips and laughed silently, then leaned on the stone steps, one hand kept tapping on the propped leg.

"Senior brother, you don't understand, this is called slightly drunk, do you know, what is the first step in refining the drunken fairy sword, do you remember?

Wei Changfeng sat on the steps, looking at Feng Chuyu's slightly closed eyes, Wei Changfeng sighed lowly, "I don't know if the master insisted on passing on your Drunken Immortal Sword back then, whether it made you or hurt you!"

"It's still fulfilled for me, my nature is like this, so the master took great pains to find the Drunken Immortal Sword Technique, you have to work harder, my cultivation is about to catch up with you!" Feng Chuyu patted Wei Changfeng's arm.

"Okay, there is no one in my Yunxi Peak, you don't have to hold it like this, let's get down to business, what did Uncle Hai explain?" Feng Chuyu dragged Wei Changfeng, who was sitting upright.

Wei Changfeng also leaned crookedly on the stone steps following Feng Chuyu's strength, and the two senior brothers leaned there, and for a moment it seemed that they had returned to their youth.

"I didn't read what Uncle Shi said, I didn't come to you as soon as I received the letter, after all, you are the one who pleases Uncle Shi the most!" Wei Changfeng patted Feng Chuyu's head with a smile, and with a wave of his hand, the indigo letter paper took off his sleeves and flew out.

Wei Changfeng also pinched the complicated law in his hand, every time he pinched a law decision, the letter paper opened a little, and after the four hands were pinched, the four corners of the letter paper were all pressed in the center, and the surrounding area was bulging, like a budding flower.

"Uncle Hai is still so cautious. Wei Changfeng sighed, took out a round jade pillar engraved with dragon pattern landscape lines, stroked it lightly on the jade pillar with his hand, and then pressed it in the center of the four corners.

The moment the jade pillar was pressed on the letterhead, the indigo letterpaper was full of blue light, and then one after another landscape paintings floated out, and each landscape painting was a word.

Feng Chuyu on the side had already put away the uninhibited momentum on his body, and looked at each painting with a somewhat serious expression.

A voice full of majesty and kindness sounded in the sea of acquaintances between the two brothers.

The three disciples who were sent to the forbidden land of Xiaolu broke into my retreat by chance, Uncle Shi, I couldn't help but take a hand to train them, these three boys have a good temperament and deep feelings, but they are a few of your brothers back then, but their personalities are a little dull, and they are not as fun as the boys in previous years. ”

"I pushed the three of them into my earthly array, thinking that the three of them would walk across the bone bridge, go through a lifetime, see all the world, see the warmth and coldness of the world, and let them out, but I never thought that the three of them broke into the prison where my grandfather was imprisoned. ”

"In the end, my grandfather died at the hands of three people, and it was a relief for him and me, but I shouldn't let the three of them bear this ......"

"Maybe this is the destiny of heaven, but do you remember the hundred-year tribulation that your master once calculated? Now that hundreds of years have passed, the sect has always been safe, but recently the Demon Suppression Tower has shown signs of moving, I hope you are careful in everything!"

After listening to Chen Luhai's words, the two brothers were silent for a long time.

In the end, it was Feng Chuyu who was anxious to break the silence, "Senior brother, do you still remember Master's prophecy back then?"

Wei Changfeng looked into the distance, his expression was solemn, and his tone was a little low: "I remember myself: if you make a mistake, you will become a demon with a thought, and after a hundred years of tribulation, blood will flow like a river. ”

"Yes, we were young at the time, and we just listened to it as a joke, but Master and several uncles have been busy for a whole month, and now that I think about it, it may not be true!" Feng Chuyu patted Wei Changfeng's shoulder comfortingly.

After listening to Feng Chuyu's words, Wei Changfeng also patted his shoulder with his backhand, his face was solemn, and then he didn't know what he thought, stood up, and flew outside the sect in a hurry.

Feng Chuyu withdrew his outstretched arm, swallowed back the words that didn't come out of his mouth, and shook his head a little helplessly.

But Wei Changfeng flew straight in the direction of Bingli Mountain, and somehow, just now, when he thought of Lu Yuqi who had thought about Bingli Mountain, he only felt a palpitation, and he was very uneasy not to see him with his own eyes.

Wei Changfeng stepped on the void, several ups and downs disappeared, Wei Changfeng returned to Swallowing Cloud Peak, and he flew to an inconspicuous cliff on the side of the mountain peak with a few ups and downs.

The index finger of the left hand drew a pattern of a six-pointed star on the palm of the right hand, and after the painting, a six-pointed star glowing with golden light appeared in the palm of the hand, and the star flew to the cliff.

After a few swizs, a black hole appeared in the cliff wall.

Wei Changfeng retracted his arms and bowed down into the dark cave.

Qi Yan, who was immersed in alchemy in the forbidden land, could already smell bursts of the strange fragrance of the elixir, and the fragrance of the elixir overflowed from the cracks around the furnace lid from time to time.

Qi Yan couldn't suppress the smile at the corner of his mouth, his mouth became bigger and bigger, if it weren't for the fact that the transmission of spiritual energy could not be interrupted, he really wanted to look up to the sky and laugh, he couldn't imagine that the first alchemy would be refined so soon!

At this moment, Qi Yan ignored the scorching temperature on the wall of the Dan furnace, and was only full of joy, in order to prevent being roasted, he even used a golden shield to protect his body, and the scorching air still invaded his limbs from his nose.

"Ding Ding Ding!" There was a crisp crashing sound from inside the Dan furnace, it seemed that the pill had been made, and there might be a lot of sound to hear.

Finally, after conveying a stream of spiritual energy, Qi Yan withdrew his gesture, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and waited for the sound of the floating Dan furnace to finish.

"Ding, ding, ding!"

"Whew!"

Hearing a snort, Qi Yan shouted, "Not good!"

Ignoring the heat, he lifted the lid of the furnace, and a black smoke full of burnt smell rushed out of the Dan furnace, and the burnt smell was mixed with a burst of strange fragrance.

At this moment, Qi Yan's heart was like ashes, obviously all the steps were done in accordance with the alchemy matters written by Su Qingfeng, obviously it had always been very good, but why did this last step go wrong? What is wrong!

Qi Yan put his hand into the pill furnace and grabbed out the pills inside, there were more than a dozen of them, you must know that sometimes there may only be a few finished pills in a furnace, all of these pills are half white, half black, if you look closely, the dark half is mixed with a trace of gold thread.

Qi Yan thought back to the spirit grass used in the Violent Pill and did not have a golden thread fern, so where did this golden thread come from?

Could the problem of the final scorched and unfinished pill appear on these gold threads?

The question mark in Qi Yan's head, before he could study it carefully, was snatched away by Xiao Lu who suddenly popped up.

Qi Yan was dumbfounded, and in the next second, Xiao Lu's voice came from the sea, "The taste is okay, it's just a little bitter!"