Cultivation of Immortals: Village Pen Fairy

The sky is high and the clouds are light, indicating that today is a good day.

Gongyilin got up and imitated what a mortal should look like, stretched his waist, practiced the method of exhalation, and let out a comfortable sigh.

Suddenly, as if he had sensed something, he cast his eyes on the table, and the little snow-white bird was staring at him coldly with black bean eyes, motionless, as if trying to see through him.

Gong Yilin touched his chin, could it be that he hated himself for locking it out of the window last night?

"Today is the Grand Competition of Artifact Refiners," Xiao Quiniao whispered, "If you have nothing to do, hurry up and get on the road."

"Go, get on the road?" Gong Yilin's smile froze, "It's a bit unlucky to use this word."

He tidied up briefly, and then said, "We can go."

The little bird looked at him coldly, flapped its wings and landed on Gongyilin's shoulder, and after a while, the two had gone out.

Today is an unusual day, concealed under the bustling Artifact Refining Competition, with personal thoughts, Gong Yilin is a little nervous for no reason, but it is not because of the upcoming scuffle, the source comes from his own shoulders, to be exact Said that it was a little bird that was sitting on top of it, clawing at his clothes with its claws.

"Is it an illusion?" Gongyilin murmured, feeling that the little bird was exuding an aura of not getting close to strangers today.

The ones that attracted the most attention were undoubtedly the refiners. Nowadays, the refiners walking on Changmen Street will be stared at by people, wondering if they are going to participate in the refiner competition.

"The inside of the Du'e Gate must be heavily guarded, loose on the outside and tight on the inside. Most of the people who can go to watch the battle are big sects and revision families. If you don't have an invitation letter, the possibility of entering is zero."

"Zero?" Gongyilin turned his face to the side, lowered his head slightly, the tip of his nose almost touched the feathers on the neck of the little bird, and the latter moved its paws to the left to avoid the warm touch.

In any case, this brazen person cannot be easily forgiven.

Thinking about it, the warm breath that Gong Yilin brought out when he spoke almost made him surrender.

Leprechaun!

If it weren't for Gongyilin's body as a ghost cultivator, Qinghe would have almost suspected that he was the real demon clan.

"What I'm talking about is based on the fact that you don't use heresy ways." It turned its head sideways and said.

"That's really a coincidence," Gongyilin said, "I just want to go in openly today."

……

As Qinghe said, today's Du'e Gate is heavily guarded, almost watertight, and it is completely different from the previous period when no one was guarding and free access.

The Artifact Master Competition does not require the artisans to make treasures directly on the spot. There are more than 10,000 artifacts participating in the competition every year. When the number of people is the largest, there are even artisans who come from all over the world, adding up to more than [-]+ people. All of them are eager to show their talents and take root in Nagato from then on.

The refining time varies from person to person. It can be as short as a few hours and as long as a month. If you don’t know when you will be taking the test one by one, the rules of the competition should be stricter. There is no such thing as three years or five years. I'm afraid we can't tell the winner.

Therefore, after continuous optimization, some minor changes have been made this year, and only two rounds will be held. In the first round, the craftsman will hand in a piece of work that he is most satisfied with, and the famous craftsman from Nagato will submit the work. Appraisal and appreciation, select the top [-] best, and the top [-] will compete in the refining competition on the spot.

The probability of being selected to one hundred out of tens of thousands is extremely low, but the refining masters who came to participate were overjoyed. In the past, only the top ten were selected in the grand competition of refining masters, and only the top ten among tens of thousands of people were eligible to participate in the final. The number of people's quota suddenly increased tenfold, and they were all gearing up, cheering themselves up in their hearts.

"A few years ago, I ranked No. 11 in the Artifact Master Competition. This time, let alone the top [-], there must be an old man in the top [-]." A white-bearded old man's eyes flickered.

"Hmph, old guy, in terms of weapon refining, there is no way you can compare to our Chang family." A delicate girl said with disdain.

The Chang family is a family that has just risen recently, because Chang Sheng, a genius forging weapons, has been in the limelight for a while.

The old man was also quite apprehensive, but he snorted coldly, "Chang Sheng is still young and inexperienced, don't be like Li Chang'an from the Li family a few years ago, who failed to refine weapons and blew himself up to death."

"you……"

Before entering the Emen, Gongyilin witnessed a verbal battle, and there are many similar ones, all of which are elevating themselves and depressing others. Of course, there are also low-key people among them. Introverted, but hidden.

There is a long table inside the Du'e Gate, on which sit seven old men, each of whom is extremely imposing.

"These seven must be the elders sent by the top ten refining master families." Gong Yilin whispered to the little bird on his shoulder.

"Cultivation is acceptable." Heidou glanced at the seven old men, "The three in the middle are the strongest."

To get such an evaluation from Qinghe, each of these seven must have good strength. However, in the preliminary round of the Artifact Master Competition, almost all the contestants submitted their most outstanding works. Without certain strength, they would not dare to participate. The refining masters are competing with small and medium-sized ones. Any one of these works is enough to attract people to snatch them. If there is no certain strength to deter them, it is difficult to guarantee that some young people will not have other thoughts.

The little bird looked at a coral-shaped ring held in Gongyilin's hand, and his heart really came in aboveboard.

Gongyilin seemed to feel its gaze and winked at it.

Regarding this live peacock that shows off its charm all the time, the little bird's tone is very flat: "Don't be too proud, even if you can be selected, you will be exposed in the finals very quickly."

The Magical Artifact produced by Gong Yilin must be extraordinary. It should not be difficult to enter the finals. The difficulty lies in the aftermath. You must know that the top [-] must refine a Magical Artifact in front of the top ten refining master families. It is impossible to hide from the eyes of these people by fishing in troubled waters.

Gong Yilin didn't care much and said: "There must be a way for the car to reach the mountain, let alone..." He lowered his voice: "I think this final final is not small."

Not to mention anything else, but they are still queuing up and waiting to submit their works. Some of them are young, but they are holding middle-grade treasures. Making middle-grade treasures can be successful once, not to mention these young people who are still qualified.

Strength may be divided into talents, some people have adventures, they have a lot of cards, and they can kill people by leaps and bounds.

But in the way of Alchemy and Artifact Refining, experience cannot be replaced by adventures. Even if you get the inheritance from a master of Alchemy or Artifact Refining, if you don't study hard, study and practice, it will be useless to have inheritance.

Looking at those young people holding medium-grade treasures, all of them had a haughty expression on their faces, presumably the treasures in their hands were given by the elders in the family.

"It's no wonder that the quota will be increased to a hundred people this time. There are seven or eight people who came through the back door alone. If only the top ten are selected, it may cause an uproar among the world's craftsmen. There is no ability to calm down such a storm."

"Hypocrisy." Black Dou's eyes were full of sarcasm, and he didn't know if it was aimed at the young people who came to participate, or the big family behind them.

"Everyone wants to hold power firmly in their hands," Gongyilin said with a smile on his lips as he looked at the impressive middle-grade treasures, "If the Artifact Refiner Grand Competition, the top ten Artifact Refiner families None of the juniors entered, their reputation will definitely be hit, and their prestige will naturally be reduced."

He pressed his fingers on his face, and the glazed handkerchief was like real skin, soft and elastic to the touch, "I'm afraid their wishful thinking will come to nothing this time."

The little bird looked at Gongyilin from the corner of her eye, even though she was doing bad things with an ordinary face, her trademark smile remained unchanged.

Deadly and attractive.

After half a stick of incense, it was finally Gongyilin's turn. When he put down the ring in his hand, the old man in charge of the registration had a light flash in his eyes. He obviously saw the difference in this ring. When he looked up again, he found that it was just a ring. The cowardly-looking young man couldn't help but doubt whether this ring was made by him.

Even though there were many doubts and guesses in his heart, the old man did not show a single point, his tone was very calm, "Go to the side and wait for the result, don't go too far." Then he said: "Next."

The people behind Gongyilin hurriedly put down the magic weapons in their hands respectfully.

……

Looking at the long line of photographs, Gong Yilin detoured and walked towards the back of the main hall after initially estimating the time.

The little bird immediately guessed where Gongyilin was going.

Sure enough, after a few minutes, Gongyilin stopped beside a bridge, and the temperature of the surrounding flames was quite high. It was the Burning God Bridge they had visited before.

Qinghe once went to the bottom of the Burning God Bridge alone, but even it dared not act rashly at the place a thousand feet below and close to the center of the flame.

At this moment, Gong Yilin was not in a hurry to get on the bridge, but stood aside, watching the billowing flames with deep eyes and an unpredictable expression.

After a long time, he suddenly highlighted four words, "Yuan Shen Hua Hai."

Rao is Qinghe, and this is the first time he has heard of this statement.

"It is said that in ancient times, there was a supreme power who fell from the heavens to the mortal world after his death. The family of sea butterflies was bred, only Huohai, for thousands of years, no one knew its whereabouts."

Qinghe: "This statement is too far-fetched, and there is no way to verify it. If you are really capable, you will not fall easily."

"I didn't take it to heart before," Gongyilin said, "I just hid in the master's study when I was young, and I accidentally opened a broken ancient scroll to read it. Later, when my elder brother passed away, I was depressed, so I followed the example in the book. For the passage I mentioned, I went to Zhuhai for a trip.”

Qinghe thought of the little Haidie who was following Gongyilin, and said, "The Haidie family should have inherited memories."

Gongyilin: "Xiaoya is still in her infancy, and the inherited memory can only be acquired gradually in the mature stage. The more powerful the monster, the longer it takes from infancy to maturity. If you want to know The introduction of race will have to wait at least several hundred years later."

He turned his head, "Kunpeng is a fierce beast in the world. It stands to reason that your inheritance memory should not be inferior to that of the sea butterfly family."

The next moment, the little bird transformed into an adult man and stood beside Gongyilin. He was handsome and cold, but when he spoke to Gongyilin, his tone was obviously more relaxed, "Every race Most of the inheritance memories are related to this clan, but the dragon clan is an exception."

Gong Yilin nodded. The Dragon Clan is greedy for money, lustful and bloodthirsty, but their knowledge is profound, and they have dabbled in almost all kinds of knowledge.

As one of the Four Great Dragon Kings, the Amethyst Dragon King must have his own supernatural powers.

"The Haidie family was born early, and many of their inheritance memories are also related to the ancient times. As for the Kunpeng family, they pay attention to hard work and are basically isolated from the world. They are also lacking in some major events that happened in the ancient times."

After hearing this, Gong Yilin told the truth: "It's not that there is something lacking, but that even if you see it, you pretend you didn't see it, and you don't care at all."

Qinghe didn't deny it either. In just two days, he faintly uttered those four words again: "Not interested."

Gong Yilin said seriously: "It's hard to imagine whether there will be anything you are interested in in this world."

"Of course." This time, Qinghe answered very quickly.

Gongyilin was slightly stunned, his brows raised lightly, and his eyes were filled with a smile: "Oh? Can you tell me?"

Qinghe glanced at him, and actually smiled too.

He's been laughing more lately than all those days combined.

Gongyilin was also dazed for a second, then collected his thoughts and pretended to be listening. Qinghe stepped forward and approached him. This was the first time he approached Gongyilin on his own initiative. At such a short distance, "For example... ..."

Three words are tantalizing.

""Fighting Ghosts and Birds"."

Gong Yilin, who was originally a little confused, trembled suddenly, and looked at Qinghe in shock, who was looking at him fixedly.

Immediately raising his hand to touch his bosom twice, Gong Yilin's expression became flustered for the first time.

Where are the books?And the pamphlets he keeps close by!

Filled with righteous indignation, he glared at Qinghe: "You hit my chest while I was asleep!"

He remembered putting the booklet on his chest before going to bed, without him, it was the closest place to the heart, and he could still dream of the 81 postures of Royal Bird Nine Nine in his dreams.

A pamphlet appeared in Qing He's hands out of thin air. Gong Yilin's first reaction was to snatch it. How could Qing He do what he wanted? With a flick of his wrist, the latter rushed to nothing.

After this emptiness, Gong Yilin's sanity gradually returned, and he came to his senses. No matter what, he had to find a way to destroy the body of this adult literature written by him. After estimating the strength of the two, he came to a conclusion: it seems that it is Impossible, you have to plan slowly.

The handle was still in the hands of the other party, he immediately changed his expression, with a shy face, "I wrote it for my own entertainment, please don't take it seriously."

The book flipped through quickly, and Qinghe closed it again: "I think you have a lot of ideas."

Gong Yilin: "I swear, I just thought about it, never thought about putting it into practice."

Qinghe said coldly: "Do you think I will believe your nonsense?"

Gongyilin felt wronged: "You discriminate against ghosts!"

Qinghe: ...

This was an unaccountable mess. Qinghe put the booklet back into the storage bag. For some reason, he didn't throw the booklet full of unsightly contents into the sea of ​​fire immediately, but put it away again.

Somehow, he felt that this booklet would be of great use in the future.

Seeing Qinghe put away the booklet, Gongyilin suddenly had an ominous premonition.

Fortunately, both of them are people who take care of the overall situation. Turning over this page temporarily, and refocusing their eyes on the boiling flames, Gongyilin nodded at Qinghe, who transformed into a bird standing on his shoulders.

Step by step, ignoring the raging flames, Gong Yilin walked up the bridge, stopped at the highest position in the center, looked down at the rolling flames, and asked, "Do you want to go down and have a look?"

"The core is too hot, you can't get close."

The implication is to tell Gong Yilin that he has been there.

Gong Yilin took out a storage bag, not his own. This storage bag is obviously much smaller, but it is much heavier.

Qinghe recognized this storage bag, the last time Gongyilin left the division, his seventh senior brother threw it from the sky, saying it was for self-defense.

At this time, Gong Yilin opened the storage bag, took out the contents one by one, and murmured, "I don't know if there is anything to avoid the fire."

At this time, he began to miss the fire dragon horse that had been forgotten in the holy land of the undead. It is of fire nature, and maybe it can rely on its fur to resist the blazing waves.

"The Nine Snake Whip, it's for whipping people, it won't work."

"Bone-dissolving water, used for plotting, it doesn't work either."

"Hey, there is actually an aphrodisiac. I don't know which senior brother gave it to me, and I marked it thoughtfully."

"..."

As Gongyilin took out one thing after another, the names he reported became more and more outrageous, and Qinghe's face darkened to a certain level.

"found it!"

He held up a fiery red dress, "Senior brother three really spent a lot of money this time. I asked him for this phoenix cloak for a long time, but he didn't give it to me. I didn't expect to give it out this time."

There was also a smile in Gongyilin's eyes, like a child receiving a gift, but the smile was a little complicated: "It's a coincidence, it's like knowing that I will go down in flames, and I made a special gift for me. prepare."

The speaker has the intention, and the listener has the intention.

Qinghe looked sideways at Gongyilin, who had a slightly complicated expression, and the smile didn't reach his eyes.

After tying the phoenix cloak on his body, Gongyilin's eyes gradually became serious. When he left, Senior Brother Seven hesitated to speak, and when he first arrived at Nagato, Senior Brother Nine had something in his words, and they all formed a vague reminder: the chaos in Nagato, Was it someone who did it on purpose, this person, or someone he knew...someone close to him.

His eyes seemed to see something through this sea of ​​flames.

"Is it possible?" In one sentence, he didn't know whether he was asking the sky, the earth, or himself.

How is it possible that a person who has been dead for a thousand years can plan the overall situation for a thousand years before he dies?

Abandoning distracting thoughts in his mind, Gongyilin looked at Qinghe. Although Qinghe didn't look at him, the two said in unison: "Together."

After finishing speaking, both parties were stunned, and then each smiled... It was not used to cover up emotions, nor was it to convey a certain meaning, it was a simple smile that could truly reach the heart.

Qinghe re-transformed into the form of a small bird, got into the phoenix cloak, Gongyilin no longer hesitated, and jumped into the terrifying sea of ​​flames without hesitation.

It's like standing on an endless ice field in winter, with no target at all. They are surrounded by fiery red colors without any other things mixed in. Their eyes are all red, which is no different from standing in the dark and seeing nothing.

At the beginning, the temperature was not too terrible, even Gongyilin could support it without windbreaker and cloak.

But when it was two hundred feet down, the horror of the flame temperature was vividly reflected. Even if it did not directly touch the flame, the sparks splashed from all around exploded in front of its eyes, making a crisp sound like firecrackers, reminding Gong Yilin not to underestimate the flame. temperature.

Gradually slow down, no longer blindly pointing downwards, the flames in front are not red for heating, but slightly closer to orange, it looks far less powerful than the previous fire waves, but Gongyilin's expression is dignified, "Outside The temperature is enough to incinerate a monk's soul into ashes, and the inner core must be even more terrifying."

After all, he turned around and turned back, still chanting 'safety first, safety first'.

After taking two steps, his body seemed to be frozen, and he felt the sight more terrifying than the flames. Gong Yilin lowered his head and said with a smile: "I suddenly remembered that the results of the competition should be out soon, why don't we go and see it first, next time we draw Time to come here again."

The little bird sneered, "Continue."

Gong Yilin pretended not to hear, and continued, but continued to walk back.

"One foot further, you won't need this cloak anymore."

It doesn't look like it's a joke, as long as you hold the lace of the cloak with your mouth and pull it lightly, [-]% of the phoenix cloak will fall off.

Gongyilin stopped immediately, "I have something to say."

It's wrong to take off your clothes if you don't agree with each other.

"Don't enter the core, just stop at Baizhang."

Hearing the next words, Gong Yilin felt relieved, no matter what, he didn't want to touch the core.

Seeing that Gongyilin was about to come down with great interest, Qinghe thought he had a sex change, and his instinct of greed for life and fear of death faded, but now it seems that it was only a 3-minute enthusiasm.

Gong Yilin was not ashamed but proud, and moved forward more carefully, never stopping to say the words 'safety first'.

After walking a few feet further, he suddenly asked, "How is Shangguan Yubing's body handled?"

When I woke up, I couldn't even see a drop of blood in the yard. If it weren't for some dead branches and leaves on the ground, I almost thought that what happened last night was a dream.

"Wei Zhi will take care of it." A deep voice responded to him, "You will see the desired result within tonight."

Gongyilin stared at the core of the light source in front of him: "Looking at it now, the flames at the bottom of the Burning God Bridge are a good place to destroy corpses. If Shangguan Yubing's corpse had not been used for other purposes, throwing the corpse here must be No one can find it, and it disappears without a sound."

Usually, the ideas that Gongyilin comes up with are either to save his life or to harm others, but he can still say it in a flat narrative tone, as if he is saying something like 'what are you eating today' and 'how is the weather'? Same topic again.

He has a vicious heart and acts cruelly.

Qinghe couldn't figure out what attracted him so much that he became obsessed.

Gong Yilin didn't know his confusion, and even if he knew, he wouldn't take it to heart. In his opinion, it's quite normal for a handsome man like himself to be sought after. When he was approaching the front, he suddenly Speed ​​up again, heading straight for the core of the light source.

Immediately afterwards, it stopped a hundred feet away, exactly.

"What if it's true?"

Staring at the core of the light source, Gong Yilin suddenly said something inexplicable, turned his head and said: "If the legend is true, what will happen?"

Qinghe didn't speak, but it didn't mean he didn't think. He not only thought about it, but also went out with Gongyilin.

"The people in the heavens are all immortals. If it is true that someone's body can turn into mountains and seas after death, what kind of monstrous power would that be?" Gongyi Lin's brows became more solemn, "When an immortal falls to the mortal world, the remaining aura in his body is enough to dispel the immortal's body." The sky pierced a hole."

"The sky is broken, the aura is thin, and the luck is exhausted. Is it possible for a mortal to become a fairy?"

If others heard Gong Yilin's words, they would definitely be terrified, but Qinghe asked abruptly: "Is it possible that your master and other senior brothers have also read the contents of that broken ancient scroll you read?"

Gong Yilin: "If I say no, I'm afraid I won't even believe it. I'm not sure if the senior brothers have seen it, but the master must know the inside story." He ticked his fingertips, and a small core of the light source flew out. Mars, jumping in front of him, took out a black stone from the storage bag and threw it over. After a while, the flame did not go out, but the stone melted into black water.

"Even black iron can be easily melted," Gongyilin said with deep eyes, "whether the legend is true or not, this flame is absolutely extraordinary."

Qinghe: "Whether the legend is true or not, thousands of years have passed, and there is no way to verify it."

"Indeed," Gongyilin sighed softly, "The Holy Land of Immortality has an inheritance of immortality, and Zhuhai is home to a family of sea butterflies that are almost extinct. I thought there was a treasure hidden under the Burning God Bridge."

He really had to regret it, and looked back, "But with such a high concentration of flames, I'm afraid that even if there were any living beings, they would have disappeared long ago."

Qinghe's eyes are like water. Even so, the core of this light source still aroused his belief in becoming Xeon. If the predecessors could do it, so can he.

When the two left, Gong Yilin looked back at the depths of the flames, with a complicated expression on his face. It turns out that immortals... also die.

When they returned, the Du'e Gate had almost reached a boiling point. The last person had already handed in his work not long ago, and it must be announced that he will be selected for the finals soon.

Gong Yilin didn't squeeze to the front, instead he chose a more back seat. Although he couldn't see the situation in front, it was more spacious.He sat on the ground, slapped leisurely and contentedly, in stark contrast to the sweaty and anxious refiner in front of him.

Qinghe's incarnation of a bird landed on Gongyilin's shoulder, "You are very confident."

"The ring is nothing special. As long as the judge in charge of scoring has a little bit of vision, he will give a good score."

The little bird, Heidou, moved his eyes: "Just now when you took out the ring, there was a fluctuation in space."

Gongyilin gave him a slightly surprised look: "I can sense this." He looked up at the sky speechlessly, "Compared to the five fragile senses of human beings, God really treats you Kunpeng clan kindly."

Almost as soon as his voice fell, someone shouted: "Come out, come out!"

What came out?

With Gongyilin's position and the angle at which he was sitting, it was impossible to see what was happening in front of him. He could only listen with his ears and then make up his own brain.

"The elder has come out!" Soon, another voice answered.

It should be the most exciting moment, but the scene returned to silence, and everyone consciously kept quiet, waiting for the result to be announced.

The white-bearded elder didn't go around the barrier, he directly opened the list in his hand, stood in the middle and read:

"After tasting by the Artisan Masters Guild and the seven master artisans, the top [-] have been selected. If I read the names below, please step forward. I want to emphasize one point here, except for the top ten. Read out in order, and the order in which the remaining ones read out has nothing to do with the ranking."

The implication is that it is a waste of time to announce the ranking of the last ninety, and no one speaks out to refute some rude behaviors. The refiner himself has arrogance. Often have a decisive say.

Powerful people are always respected, not only in the cultivation world, but also in the secular world.

"Zhao Tianhui."

The middle-aged man who heard the name was excited, and he took a big step forward in the face of countless envious and jealous eyes.

"What's the big deal." Someone thought, "It's not the top ten. Look at the excitement, the first one to pronounce his name may be the one hundredth."

Having said that, they couldn't help thinking: It doesn't matter even if they are the [-]th. As long as they can enter the finals, even if they don't get the ranking in the end, it is enough to become famous in the crafting industry. It's been bright ever since.

After reading more than 60 names, Gong Yilin stood up and brushed the dust off his body. His collar was slightly tilted because of the casual sitting position just now, revealing a small piece of jade-like skin.The little bird seems to be inadvertently holding the edge with its beak to straighten it out.

Sensing the movement on his chest, Gongyilin glanced at it with a half-smile, and walked slowly forward.

"No.10, Changle."

The one who stepped forward was a young girl with a charming appearance. Gong Yilin recognized that this little girl had just quarreled with an old man.

The little girl raised her chin proudly. She is young and has a small and exquisite figure. Not only is this gesture not annoying, but it adds a bit of beauty to her.

"The Chang family is incredible. After Chang Sheng, another genius came out."

Many people wanted to make friends, and even the elder who announced the ranking took an extra look at the little girl, seeming to appreciate her a lot.

"No.9, Zhuge City."

It was an old man who stepped forward.

Gong Yilin took a look and was amused, this is not the old man who just quarreled with the little girl, the two of them are even in the same ranking, the old man is ahead in the ranking, but lost in age, there is no one between them Did not take advantage.

Seeing the old man coming up, the little girl rolled her eyes, and took a step to the side, as if she saw something dirty and wanted to avoid it.

The old man was also arrogant, snorted coldly, and didn't even look at the little girl.

The elder didn't seem to notice the disagreement between the two, and continued to announce the rankings.

……

"No.3, Du Hui."

The one who walked up was a young man, arrogant and vigorous.

"Du Hui, is your surname Du?" Gong Yilin looked at the young man with great interest, "So it's the child who is holding a middle-grade treasure, and the ranking he got by cheating is still so arrogant. .”

Said, making a look of disdain.

The little bird looked at him with contempt, it seemed that someone else came by cheating.

It would be really interesting if he didn't win the ranking, but this idea hardly came to fruition in the little bird's mind. Gong Yilin has always been very sure of his work, and it must be the lowest this time and also the second.

Sure enough, just as it had a thought, the word 'Gongyilin' rang out in the Du'e gate.

"No.2, Yuntian."

The little bird choked on this name, and after a while, it was unexpected that Gong Yilin would use this pseudonym again.

Yuntian, Yibo Yuntian.

Whenever it thought of the meaning behind the name, it felt a chill, and fluttered its wings uncomfortably.

Before everyone had time to see the real face of No.2, the words 'No.1, Ouyang Jing' exploded above everyone's heads like a spring thunder.

"Ouyang Jing, this name is so familiar."

"I remember that there was a lunatic in the northern territory, also named Ouyang Jing."

"It should be just the same name and surname."

Having said that, many suspicious eyes stared at the man who came out. He was dressed in a murderous aura, and his pupils were blood red, like a ghost walking out of hell.

Gong Yilin sent a voice transmission to the little bird's spiritual sense: "Why does he look more like a ghost cultivator than me?"

It is not surprising that Gongyilin can always catch some strange little birds, "he is at least a fire control master."

"Oh?" Touching his chin, Gong Yilin's eyes flashed with interest, "Knowing how to control fire and having a strong cultivation base, he really is a formidable opponent."

He felt a little regretful, but it was a pity that Zhou Tianbei was blamed for Shangguan Yubing's death, otherwise he would find a way to set up a battle between Ouyang Jing and Zhou Tianbei, and his chances of winning would be greater.

Just as Gongyilin was pondering, Ouyang Jing's eyes suddenly shot straight at him. Gongyilin didn't hesitate, and looked at him unwillingly, with jealousy and hatred in his eyes, like a genuine shady boy, not convinced by himself The title of No.1 was snatched away by others.

Ouyang Jing glanced at him and didn't take him seriously, but frowned secretly, maybe his feeling just now was wrong, he always felt that there was a gaze staring at him, like a poisonous snake, waiting for an opportunity.

The perception is really sharp, Gong Yilin's drooping eyes concealed the cold smile in his eyes, "I was almost discovered."

At the same moment, people who were thousands of miles away stepped on the immortal gate.

A middle-aged man stepped on a blood-red cloud, stood high in the sky, looked at the direction of Nagato thousands of miles away, and murmured: "It's about to start."

Behind him, a black shadow first appeared on the clouds, and then the shadow slowly elongated and stood upright, and a thin man in gray clothes walked out: "Master, are you worried about junior brother?"

"If it weren't for the fact that you haven't recovered from the injury you suffered before, you should have gone down the mountain with them this time, and maybe you will have a chance."

The man in gray smiled and said: "Bad things are also good things. In troubled times, there are many disputes. It's easy not to go through this muddy water."

As he spoke, he looked into the distance, "Junior Junior Brother Jiren has his own aura, and he hasn't suffered a few losses since he was a child, so he must be able to save himself from danger this time."

"The world is unpredictable, and the way of heaven is impermanent." The middle-aged man said in a deep voice.

The man in gray said: "Master, you can relax. After all, Junior Brother is not alone now. Even we cannot underestimate the fighting power of the Kunpeng clan."

"I hope so."

The middle-aged man withdrew his gaze and walked back on a cloud of blood.

Different from the desolation of Stepping Xianmen, after the list of the top [-] was announced, the atmosphere on the field reached a peak. Many families sent people to wait at the gate of Du'emen. Once there was news, it was immediately passed on to the families, including those from the Chang family. People, after hearing that their young lady was shortlisted in the top ten, the servant was so excited that he could barely speak.

There are still many people in the same situation, but more people come here with great ambition and return disappointed.

There were nearly [-] people when they came, but now there are only [-] left. Even the winners can't help but sigh.

The elder didn't seem to see these exposed emotions, and continued to proceed with the subsequent process in a strict manner.

"It's hard to be worthy of a great name. Nowadays, there are many masters and apprentices who have a false reputation, but if they really want to refine magical weapons, they may not be as good as some of you. The purpose of the ten major families holding the master competition is to let some truly talented people Talented craftsmen will not be buried, that is...everyone here!"

With just one sentence, everyone's enthusiasm was immediately raised.

Gongyilin is like an eggplant beaten by frost... It's gone.

Artifact refining pays attention to real talent and real learning. For him, who has passed the test by fooling around, once he really opens the furnace, he will be noticed immediately.

As if sensing his change, the elder's sharp eyes swept over here, and Gongyilin straightened his back immediately, and echoed loudly: "Thank you to the top ten families of refining masters for giving us this opportunity, we will definitely live up to everyone's expectations and become A bright future star in the refining world!"

The elder nodded in satisfaction when he heard his impassioned speech, but still made a point: "It's a good thing for the younger generation to have ambition, but we must act steadily and steadily, and we must not rush for success."

Gong Yilin looked taught: "Thank you, elder, for your guidance."

"Children can be taught." The elder nodded and continued to deliver the next speech.

Ouyang Jing, who was standing beside Gongyilin, couldn't help turning his head to take a second look. For some reason, he didn't have the slightest affection for this person, and even had the urge to kill him. He was just a clown, but it faintly brought him uneasiness. Feel.

Gong Yilin pretended not to perceive his sight, but he was amazed at Ouyang Jing's super intuition.

This is an intuition that can only be cultivated after countless brutal fights. Like a wild beast, Ouyang Jing has the most primitive ability to judge danger, quickly and accurately.

"At this point I'm a little bit