Lingxiao Immortal Clan

"It's considered recovered." The old monk nodded in response, and then began to look at the young scholar. When he realized that the young scholar's aura was a bit stronger than when he saw him a year ago, he was already At the peak of the fourth level of Dajindan, his eyes moved slightly, and a smile of relief appeared on his face.

"The peak of the fourth level of the Golden Core is good, not bad, very good. If I give you a few years, I am afraid that our Xuanyang Sect will have a real person at the fifth level of the Golden Core."

"I would like to borrow your kind words, master." The first genius of the Xuanyang Sect dressed as a scholar, Qiushui Zhenren, said modestly.

"Haha, even though your cultivation bases, Master Nephew Jin Yang and Master Wu Shui, have not improved much, you have a strong aura, but you have mastered some magic, secret method or the like."

Master Xuanyang, who had perfected his golden elixir, smiled, looked at the blond middle-aged man and the sleepy young monk, and asked.

"Master uncle is really sharp. Junior, I just realized the third-level spell "Golden Feathers All Over the Sky" to the perfect state not long ago, and it has reached the instantaneous level." Jin Yang Zhenren said in the fake elixir state.

"Uncle, with the help of Senior Brother Qiu Shui and Senior Brother Jin Yang, I have upgraded my weak water hyacinth to the third level and achieved the magic weapon level."

Master Wu Shui, who had only entered the realm of the golden elixir in the past few years, waved his hand and summoned a blue gourd from the golden elixir that exerted the majestic pressure of gravity, and handed it to Master Xuanyang for viewing.

"They are all good men of the sect. With you, the sect has a greater chance of establishing a foothold in the Yan Kingdom." Master Xuanyang was very happy when he saw this scene.

"By the way, Qiu Shui and Shui Wu, do you still have the training resources on hand?"

"As early as half a year ago, the sect's third-level cultivation resources were exhausted."

"At that time, Master, you were in retreat, and we didn't dare to disturb you, so I took it upon myself to send some third-level Yuan Gathering Grass from the sect's warehouse to Yaowang Valley, which we have long-term cooperation with in alchemy. Entrust the Master of Medicine King Valley, Master Yao Wang, to help refine the third-level Yuan Judan."

"But who would have expected that the Medicine King Laogou actually refused the matter directly because he was in seclusion."

"In the past, our sect has entrusted the Medicine King Old Dog to refine elixirs, but the old dog has never refused like this. Even if the old dog is in seclusion, he will definitely help with the refining afterwards, instead of refusing directly this time."

"I think this old dog is afraid of getting involved with our sect and offending our sect's hostile forces Bailingmen and the rising Ling family."

"You are really looking down on others. Back then, when our sect was prosperous, this sect was eager to establish an alchemy trade with our sect and earn spiritual stones. However, it is doing this now. There is really no morality at all."

Master Qiushui showed a trace of anger on his face and spoke.

"Back then, Yao Wang Valley, Bai Ling Sect and other forces forced our sect to sell out the interests of the Baiyun Linghu clan. I missed the old feelings and didn't pursue the matter. Now, Yao Wang Valley has gone even further."

"That Yaowang boy, I'm afraid he really forgot who led him around all these years."

"Without my help, it will take at least a hundred years for this kid to reach his current level of cultivation."

Thinking of this, a cruel look flashed across Xuanyang's face, and a scarlet color appeared in his eyes.

"Yao Wang Valley has been relying on alchemy for many years, and all of its disciples are rich. In the past two hundred years, this sect has not had any genius disciples who need to use golden elixir spiritual objects to try to break through the golden elixir."

"There must be a lot of wealth in this sect's warehouse."

"Our sect's Golden Core cultivators have suffered heavy losses. This is when a large amount of resources are needed to make up for the number of Golden Core cultivators."

"Since that guy Yao Wang is unjust, don't blame our Xuanyang Sect for being cruel."

The three golden elixir masters Qiushui, Shuiwu and Jinyang who were here all understood what Xuanyang meant.

A fierce look suddenly appeared on the faces of the three of them.

"Master, when do you plan to take action?" Master Qiu Shui asked.

"In the battle in the Baiyun Mountains, the damage to my origin was not fully healed, and my strength was affected. The Ling family and Bailingmen were watching eagerly from the side, so it would be risky to attack Yaowang Valley by force."

Speaking of this, Old Taoist Xuanyang seemed to have something else he wanted to say, but for some unknown reason, he still didn't say it out loud.

He just said calmly. "When I go out to search for the healing medicine, I will regain my strength and attack the Medicine King Valley."

"I will also take away the third-level Yuan-Gathering Grass from the sect's warehouse. I will find a third-level alchemist from outside to refine it into Yuan-Gathering Pills."

"I will return within three years. You three will guard the sect for me."

"Qiu Shui, this is the token for the sect's third-level high-grade sect-protecting formation. I will give this to you."

Master Xuanyang took out a token covered with array patterns and exuding a terrifying aura from his storage bag and handed it to his disciple Master Qiu Shui. After saying a few words, he turned into a breeze and left the cave, heading to the sect. After entering the warehouse, he quietly left Xuanyang Gate.

…

at the same time.

Tens of thousands of miles away from Xuanyang Gate, the void suddenly trembled on the top of a deserted mountain.

A middle-aged monk with a fat figure, a big belly, a shrewd face, wearing a Bailingmen robe, without leaking a breath, as if he was just a stone, suddenly appeared here.

He raised his head and looked at the old Taoist Xuanyang who left Xuanyang Gate and flew into the distance, with a calculating look in his eyes.

"After waiting in this inhospitable place for several years, this old immortal finally left Xuanyang Gate."

The next moment, he disappeared.

However, this person did not see it. Just as this person disappeared, the face of the old Taoist Xuanyang who turned into light and left the Xuanyang Gate in the distance showed a sinister look.

…

A few days later.

On the border between Yan State and Chen State, a black shadow drew across the sky above a deserted land.

The speed of this black shadow was extremely fast, spanning thousands of miles in the blink of an eye.

But just when the black shadow was about to enter the boundary of the Chen Kingdom and pass above a forest, thirty-six formation flags engraved with black fire phoenix patterns suddenly flew out from the barren mountain.

Before the black shadow could react, the thirty-six formation flags surrounded him.

Then, those formation flags lit up, setting up a hundred-foot-long light curtain to trap the enemy, trapping the black shadow.

The figure of the black shadow also appeared. This person was the old Taoist Xuanyang who had just left Xuanyang Sect.

Old Taoist Xuanyang glanced at the formation that appeared in front of him, and his expression suddenly changed. He immediately summoned a magic shield, channeled huge spiritual power into it, and propped up a defensive light curtain that was several inches thick. .

"Third-level mid-level trapping formation?"

He glared at the woods below and cursed angrily.

"What a thief, daring to ambush me."

A arrogant and sarcastic young voice came out from the woods.

"Hahaha, old Taoist Xuanyang, you are still so arrogant when your death is about to happen. You really deserve to die."

The next moment, a young monk with an immortal spirit, wearing a blue robe, with black hair blowing in the wind, and carrying a huge golden elixir suddenly flew out of the air.

"Ling Pengyun?"

"Just you? You want my life too?"

Seeing that Ling Pengyun was the only one, Old Taoist Xuanyang snorted angrily.

"Fellow Taoist Xuanyang, please look around."

Ling Pengyun was not angry but smiled.

When Old Taoist Xuanyang heard this, his body suddenly trembled, and he immediately turned his head and looked around.

In an instant, he saw a ray of light flying quickly towards this place from various directions around him.

Seeing this scene, his face suddenly darkened.

"The two forces, Ling Family and Bai Ling Sect, have all sent out their golden elixirs. It's really a good plan."

Ling Pengyun said with a smile. "This plan was not devised by me but by fellow Taoist Bailing. You should leave this to fellow Taoist Bailing."

Old Taoist Xuanyang's face turned a little darker. He looked at Ling Pengyun who was in charge of the trapped formation, hesitated a little, and persuaded.

"Fellow Daoist Ling, have you ever thought about what will happen to you, the Ling family, if I suffer this disaster and our sect's strength is greatly reduced, and the Bailingmen family becomes the dominant one without any rivals?"

Ling Pengyun's eyes darkened, and murderous aura suddenly spurted out, scattering countless white clouds in the sky.

Those murderous auras actually became solid, and countless murderous auras formed a black airflow, floating around Ling Pengyun.

Ling Pengyun's eyes also became evil. At this moment, his friendly aura was gone and he had turned into an eternal god of murder.

"If you dare to touch me, the Ling family... just flatten me."

"Please also ask Fellow Taoist Xuanyang to go ahead... and get on the road!"