Begin immortality by slaying demons

Lizhou, Qi Zong.

The town at the foot of the mountain was crowded with people, most of whom were unfamiliar faces.

Picking out a person at random will have a faint and intimidating aura emanating from them.

All the officers from the Demon Suppression Division were dispatched, trying their best to maintain order.

The moire-patterned black shirt, which could make demons and martial artists extremely fearful, was not taken into the eyes of this group of strangers.

What really made them calm down was the invisible shadow hanging in the sky.

Although invisible to the naked eye, the strong pressure of the upper-level martial immortals has already enveloped the entire Weapon Sect.

"We want to go up the mountain to watch the ceremony."

The monks with advanced realms gathered at the foot of the mountain, and the Qi Sect disciples welcomed them into the mountain politely.

Hou Wanshan stared at this place silently.

The news of the birth of the magic weapon was so great that it was spread to ten people and hundreds of people, but in the end it became known to everyone.

There are many traveling monks in Daqian.

After hearing the news, everyone gathered together.

In the previous martial arts temple, it only took one word to make them retreat, but now... it's pretty good if it can barely scare everyone without causing any trouble.

The forces of all parties are too mixed, and the decline of Daqian is gradually showing, and it cannot afford to offend so many people.

"Qi Zong has prepared a place for you to stay, but the top of the mountain is a forbidden area. I hope you will not trespass."

The Lin family couple held long swords and guarded the mountain paths as disciples of the martial arts temple.

A group of foreign monks looked at the horizon. Although they had different thoughts, they all nodded: "Thank you Qi Zong for your hospitality."

At the top of the mountain, thick white fog gathered into clouds, making the entire hill feel like it was a cold winter. The treetops were covered with hoarfrost, and the cold wind howled and blew up ice leaves.

"I didn't expect that just a small place in Daqian Dynasty could have the means to forge magic weapons." A monk shook his head and sighed.

These words seemed to remind everyone, and other monks suddenly began to greet the disciples of the Weapon Sect next to them in a friendly manner.

"..."

Among them, there were several men with obviously extraordinary temperaments and strong family backgrounds. They only glanced at them and then returned their sights to the top of the mountain.

If you want to win over Qi Zong, you don't have to be polite.

Moreover, it is still unknown whether a magic weapon can actually be created.

After it is created, the ownership of the magic weapon must be determined first, and the wooing can be discussed later.

"If it weren't for Qi Zong, I wouldn't have known that Grandmaster Hunyuan existed in Lizhou."

Hou Wanshan slowly clasped his hands, feeling a little pressure.

Although his realm is high, it is not that easy to defeat the others.

This means that time is still short. If it is delayed for another month or two, maybe even the powerful ones in the Transformation God Realm will come and visit in person, especially the Xuanguang Cave...

On the contrary, the Martial Arts Temple is quite comfortable.

No matter what, I have to bring a golden body to control the scene.

If they don't put any pressure on Qi Zong, maybe these blacksmiths will really join other forces with their magic weapons.

As expected, Hou Wanshan soon heard a few whispers.

"Brother Qingyang, has Sect Leader Lin ever considered placing the Qi Sect in a more suitable place?"

"Although I feel at ease with the big tree of the Martial Temple at my back, they are Yin Shen monks after all and may not take you seriously."

"I know you are a disciple of the Martial Arts Temple, but what can they give you, the Golden Body Technique? You can't use it, why not..."

Lin Qingyang listened to the whisper in his ear and saw that a strong man whose level was higher than his own actually treated him as a brother. Although his expression did not change, he felt inexplicably relieved.

At the same time, he also murmured secretly.

If the Martial Temple was really a big tree, this group of people would not dare to say these things to his face. They all know what the situation is like in Daqian now, so they can just talk politely.

He said absently and perfunctorily: "What's the use of talking to me about this? It's my father who has the final say on what the Qi Sect will do."

The man wanted to say something more, but Mrs. Lin politely stopped her with a raised palm: "Senior, don't mention it again, the sect leader has his own arrangements."

"That's fine, that's fine."

The man smiled bitterly, retreated back to the crowd, and continued to look towards the top of the mountain.

Qi Zong finally gained some fame, and all these blacksmiths were smart and knew how to take advantage of this gust of wind.

In fact, it is not difficult to choose whether to become a rich clan or to accompany a rotten tree to slowly decay and wait for death.

Suddenly, in full view.

The white mist in the sky quickly shrank downwards until it disappeared.

However, everyone felt a biting chill.

Among the experts with extraordinary temperament, a little surprise appeared on their faces, and then they looked at each other, snorted coldly, and slapped their palms towards their waists.

The atmosphere suddenly became extremely tense.

The magic weapon is ready! Then it’s time to make an offer.

Everyone was staring closely at the mountain path. After a while, a slovenly old man trotted down with a jade box in his arms.

Just when they were about to greet him, they saw Lin Jingyi burying his head and waving his hands: "Give way."

Then he ran down the mountain in a hurry.

Only a group of stunned monks were left.

Even Hou Wanshan, who was hanging in the sky, was a little surprised: "..."

This old man is obsessed with making Qi Zong rise. When did he become so obedient and honest?

"Follow me!"

The middle-aged expert frowned and spat, then walked down the mountain.

So many people have been waiting for many days.

Qi Zong didn't even give them a chance to bid, and he didn't even bother to take it out to see what the magic weapon looked like. He really couldn't treat them like monkeys.

A small building on the mountainside.

Lin Jingyi patted the door of the house, and after receiving a response, he pushed the door open and entered.

Looking at the young man in black shirt sitting quietly on the futon.

He forced a smile and handed over the jade box: "Master Shen, the old man did not disappoint you, it's done."

"Thank you." Shen Yi opened her eyes and nodded slightly.

"It's not hard, it's not hard, it should be." Lin Jingyi shook his head quickly, and then said: "You watch first, I'll go out and get rid of them."

After that, the old man exited the small building slowly.

When he turned around, he encountered a group of foreign monks with ugly faces. Even Lin Qingyang stared at his father in confusion.

Such a good opportunity wasted like this?

Damn your brain from blacksmithing?

"Everyone, there is nothing to see. I will send someone to prepare a banquet, so that you can enjoy it."

Lin Jingyi forced a smile.

His eyes quickly swept over the experts.

Grandmaster Hunyuan... is useless.

If these two or three people dare to follow Lord Shen and leave Daqian, it will only take two hours.

The old man didn't want to hear Shen Yi say to him, "Can we move on to the next step?"

"Enjoy yourself?"

Most of the monks watching the excitement did not say anything, and the Hunyuan Grandmasters standing in front all had gloomy eyes.

One of them had already clenched his palm into a fist.

Under the gaze of so many eyes, Lin Jingyi looked extremely relaxed, standing at the door of the small building without even a trace of worry on his face.

"..."

Grandmaster Hunyuan raised his eyes and glanced at the sky.

There are very few stupid people who can reach such a state of cultivation.

There is no way that a high-level Martial Immortal could give Qi Zong such confidence.

Who is in that small building?

Could it be possible that someone really moved one of the corpses from the martial arts temple?