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This is like the loud noise of Hong Zhong, which is not something that everyone can hear. If you are shallow, you can't feel anything, but from some of the elders' reactions, you can guess something.

The movement of Xianlai Peak made everyone in the Xianyou Conference more and more curious, but no matter how strange it was, they could only endure it, it was not easy to spy on anything.

And as the sound like a Hong bell passed, the heat of Xianlai Peak began to subside rapidly after three days of a more violent and brief outbreak, until there was no longer that hot feeling of real fire.

In the living room of Yunxia Garden, the four including Ji Yuan breathed a sigh of relief. At this moment, the scene of Ji Yuan's artistic conception of mountains and rivers has receded, and the scenery in the living room of Yunxia Garden has been restored.

Although the Xianxiumen in Jiufeng Mountain was very nervous due to the influence of the true fire of Samadhi, in terms of materiality, even the decorative furniture in this living room did not have a trace of scorch marks.

But these are secondary.

At this moment, in front of Ji Yuan, the old beggar, Ju Yuanzi, and Zhu Tingtao, there are several clumps of silk threads suspended. before more flexibility.

Ji Yuan stretched out his hand to pull one of the **** of silk, and the other three also pulled a ball of silk to observe carefully.

"Hehehehe..."

Ju Yuanzi didn't need to laugh.

"From now on, this method of refining silk will surely occupy a place among the golden spirits!"

"Not bad!" "Wonderful!"

"As it should be!"

The other three were also full of a sense of accomplishment. This time, they had refined these **** of golden silk, which made the four of them look forward to the treasure refining in the future, and they were more confident, and there was still a helper to come.

Just as he was talking, Ji Yuan suddenly moved in his heart.

"The time is just right, Mr. Ying is about to arrive, I will go to the Jiufeng Mountain Daoist friend to confess the crime, and then explain the matter in person!"

"Well, let's go together!"

The four all stood up and stepped out of the living room of Yunxia Garden for the first time in more than a month.

At the same time, the Qingteng Sword wandering in the Xianlai Peak also turned into a sword light and flew back to Jiyuan. The Immortal Sword itself was not afraid of the artistic conception brought by the true fire of Samadhi, but the Qingteng Sword did not come back. Immediately back to Jiyuan, mainly because of the little paper crane.

If it was hidden in the treasure bag in Jiyuan's arms, the little Zhihe would not be afraid, but now this situation really makes the crane extremely afraid, its spiritual sense is very keen, even better than the ordinary immortal cultivator, close to that time Xianlaifeng froze, and Qingteng Sword did not go back.

Seeing Immortal Sword flying back at this moment, Ji Yuan smiled and didn't say anything. He just took Zhihe back into his arms and flew to the main peak of Jiufeng Mountain with the three of them.

For the monks of Jiufeng Mountain, there is nothing that they can't figure out. Such a grand event in the immortal way can happen. This year is not bad. Because the matter of the magic cast by the masters of the immortal mountain has attracted a lot of attention, so in the immortal way Before the conference, there were a lot fewer disputes over Daoism, at least there were fewer fights.

Moreover, Ji Yuan and others refined a rare treasure, which itself is to add a mysterious color to this Xianyou Conference, and Jiufeng Mountain can't ask for it.

So Ji Yuan and others came to explain their intentions, and the headmaster of Jiufeng Mountain expressed his understanding to a great extent, and also said that Xianlai Mountain could be used as a refining place, and he readily agreed to let Laolong enter Jiufeng Cave, after all, even if it was a theory The above is the demon clan, and the identity of the real dragon is also noble.

As for what kind of treasure they were refining, the four of them did not say. First, they were cultivators of immortality. It's still a bit embarrassing, it's better not to say it.

...

On this day, above the high-altitude clouds outside the Jiufeng Cave, a Chilong with a length of several hundred meters was ushered in.

"Aung roar——"

The sound of the dragon's roar resounded in the sky outside the Jiufeng Cave, and even reached Ruan Mountain. The thunder and clouds in the sky followed, and the sound of the dragon's roar seemed to be rolling in all directions. has arrived.

Because of the dark clouds, Ruan Mountain, which was originally sunny, has dimmed in an instant, showing the image of dark clouds covering the sky.

"Boom..."

Thunder shone in the cloud, and through the thunder light, you could vaguely see the huge dragon shadow on the cloud.

Many immortal cultivators in the periphery watched from a distance in amazement and fear, and there were also people in the Ruan Shandu below who were flying or using magic eyes to observe the sky in various ways.

"Dragon! This is definitely a dragon!" "Looking at the power, is it a real dragon?"

"Shh... Don't make a mistake, don't talk about the Lord of Mizusawa!"

"What is Zhenlong doing here at Jiufeng Mountain, doesn't he know what day it is now?"

...

People who didn't know it talked a lot, and Ji Yuan, accompanied by an old monk in Jiufeng Mountain, took the old beggar and others out of the cave to greet the old dragon.

As soon as he left the cave, the blurry and distant scene outside was clearly displayed in front of his eyes. A Chilong with a length of several hundred meters was quietly suspended above the clouds. The long whiskers swayed slowly, and a pair of amber dragon eyes seemed to be like two A huge light was staring at the shadow of Jiufeng Mountain.

This is also the first time that Ji Yuan has seen the real body of the old dragon. The body is huge, like a mountain in the sky. Standing in front of the old dragon and looking at it, the dragon's body has the illusion that there is no end to it.

The strong sense of oppression of the real dragon hit everyone's nerves.

"Mr. Ji, Ying Hong came, didn't you miss the artifact refining?"

Lao Long's eyes converged on his friend Ji Yuan and others who had left the cave, and his voice was like thunder, and as soon as he opened his mouth, thunder shone in the clouds.

"Boom..." "Crack...Boom..."

Ji Yuan stabilized his mind and hurriedly bowed his hands slightly forward.

"It's not too late, Mr. Ying is here at the right time. Come with me and enter the Jiufeng Cave. Well, you should put away the real body of Chilong, otherwise there will be no place for you to sit on the mountain."

"Hehehehe...hahahaha... that's what I said!"

In Chilong's laughter mixed with the sound of thunder, the body of the real dragon shrank with the thunder, and finally turned into an old man wearing a straight blouse, which was Ying Hong's body.

"Mr. Ji, and everyone else, Yinghong greets you!"

"Longjun doesn't need to be too polite!" "Longjun is good!"

"Goodbye Long Jun, still in high spirits!"

"I have seen Long Jun, I welcome Long Jun to visit Jiufeng Mountain!"

The old beggar and others returned their greetings in succession. Ju Yuanzi, who had been nervous all the time, was slightly relieved to see Lao Long so easy-going. They used to have a festival with Lao Long before Yuhuai Mountain.

"Let's go, on the occasion of the Xianyou Conference, I have the opportunity to use one of the peaks of Jiufeng Mountain as a place for refining weapons, and use the Jiufeng Cave Heaven and the Jiufeng Mountain Great Array to isolate the heavens and the demons, occupying the right time and place, old gentleman. If you come, you will take over everyone, and you can start!"

As soon as the old dragon flew to Ji Yuan's side, the latter began to transmit the sound to tell the details of the refining, and also described the process of refining the golden silk silk one by one. Hearing the old dragon's face was very exciting.

After entering Jiufeng Cave, the five of them couldn't wait and flew back to Yunxia Garden again.

For the old beggar and others, the Xianyou Conference is not that rare. How can there be treasure refining, but Ji Yuan and Lao Long feel a little pity.

In Ji Yuan's view, it is almost equivalent to the opening ceremony in five days, and it may be a little exciting, and Lao Long has never heard of the Xianyou Conference but has never seen the real scene, but all of this is not as important as treasure refining for the two of them. .

Xianlai Peak Yunxia Garden is still in that living room. On the five futons sit Ji Yuan, Ying Hong, Lu Niansheng, Ju Yuanzi, and Zhu Tingtao. There are several five-element spirits suspended, and the special golden rope is suspended in the center.

"Giving a certain true fire of Samadhi, Mr. Ying is in charge of sunflower water and golden scales, Mr. Lu is in charge of mountains and sacred stones, fellow Daoist Ju is in charge of golden spirit silk, and fellow Daoist is in charge of heaven and tribulation thunder. These are all five elements."

"Wonderful!" "Wonderful!"

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At this moment, in the state where his breath is fully exposed~www.NovelMTL.com~ Lao Long can see at a glance the superiority of everyone present.

'Yes, in addition to Ji Yuan, the true immortal, the other three's Taoism can also be seen, one true dragon and one true immortal, controlling the two poles of water and fire, hiding the two poles of yin and yang in the true fire of samadhi, wonderful! ’

Ji Yuan glanced at everyone, and finally warned.

"The golden spirit silk has been perfected, and the Samadhi True Fire and the Heavenly Dao Tribulation Thunder do not need to be refined. I will start with the earth and water, and after everything is complete, it will be the time to refine the treasure. Everyone, let's start!"

"Let's do it together!"

The Xianlai Peak, which was still calm a moment ago, in the next instant, several rays of magic light rose into the sky, causing the banning formation of Xianlai Peak itself to also unfold, enclosing the changes in it.

Under this circumstance, five days later, the Xianyou Conference also officially started. Immortal cultivators from all walks of life gathered in the Tiandao Peak of Jiufeng Mountain.

It's just that while the immortal light is dazzling and the immortals are flying away, many eyes will look at the Xianlai Peak, even if the cultivation base is high.

In a bamboo pavilion in a quiet courtyard on Qidao Peak, Jiang Xueling kept stirring the tea cup in front of him with a bamboo stick, as if this would make the tea drink better.

The long hairband should have been dragged to the ground, but in the absence of any magical powers, although it was constantly shaking with Jiang Xueling's body movements, it was always half an inch off the ground.

Outside the pavilion, a female cultivator of the Weimei Sect hurried over, looking at this scene from a distance, she was angry and funny, thinking who is the elder.

"Master~! Why are you still here, the Xianyou Conference is about to start, we should go to Tiandao Peak!"

Jiang Xueling paused, raised his head with a hint of surprise on his face, and then looked at Xianlai Peak in the distance.

"Huh? Xianyou Conference... Didn't it start a long time ago..."