Pei Feng's body sank into the lake of ice and fire again, unable to escape. The clone has already arrived in the hinterland of the Central Plains.
The destination of this trip is none other than the No. 1 weapon refining sect in the world—Shitian Weapon Sect.
Pei Feng's own calamity of the Seven Killings Sect remains unsolved for the time being. But the development of Youqing Valley is imminent. The disciples on Tianyu Mountain are in urgent need of weapon refining techniques.
Therefore, Qian Mo and Pei Feng, masters and apprentices, decided to come to Shitian Artifact Sect first.
With the thousands of years of friendly relationship between Wuji Sect and Shitian Qi Sect and the face of the old man Qian Mo. It shouldn't be difficult to obtain a weapon-refining technique from Shi Tianqi Sect.
Of course, the martial arts of other people's Zhen sect will never be spread to outsiders. However, even if the Shitian Artifact Sect's second-rate weapon refining technique is placed in the world of cultivation, it will attract various sects to compete for it.
An excellent weapon-refining technique can cultivate countless sect disciples. Weapon refining masters and alchemy masters have always been scarce in the world of cultivation.
But after all, this is to seek skills, not magic weapons. Master and disciple Pei Feng must prepare generous gifts. Show enough sincerity.
The two masters and disciples landed at the foot of Shitian Mountain, and Pei Feng looked up. I saw that this mountain was not as majestic as Mount Maya. It looks rather inconspicuous.
Qian Mo said: "Shitian Mountain is shrouded in formations. Remove the formations and this mountain will be so radiant that it can blind your eyes. If anyone dares to fly directly to the mountain, magic weapons all over the sky will hit them. Even a true immortal would have his head smashed and his blood would bleed."
"Is this mountain-protecting formation more powerful than our Wuji Sect's five-element formation?"
"The Great Five Elements Formation is mainly for defense. The formation on Shitian Mountain is mainly for attack. The most indispensable thing for people is offensive magic weapons."
A picture suddenly appeared in Pei Feng's mind. Countless powerful magic weapons were flying towards him for free. Even if he used Xuan Bing's magical power, how many times could he resist them?
Qian Mo leisurely said: "It is said that in the ancient times, the Dragon Clan had a quirk and liked to collect treasures from all over the world. This Shitian Mountain is where the Dragon Clan hides its treasures. That's why the Shitian Artifact Sect has so many materials to refine magic weapons."
"Master, do you believe this rumor?"
"Maybe the rumors are false, but Qi Zong's wealth is true."
"I'll call Shanmen." Pei Feng couldn't wait.
He stepped forward slowly. He walked carefully and respectfully for a few steps. After all, this time he was asking for something from someone, and the legendary richest family in the world really made Pei Feng feel in awe.
A disciple in splendid clothes and jade belt blocked the gate. He has seen too many monks who came to ask for magic weapons. He didn't even raise his eyelids.
"What sect are you a disciple of?"
Pei Feng slightly cupped his hands and said, "Pei Feng from Qinggu Valley would like to see Sect Leader Huang."
"Valley of Love? I've never heard of it."
Pei Feng was not angry either. He had expected the young disciple's expression. Even so, Pei Feng was unwilling to reveal the name of Wuji Sect. Now that he has established another branch, he is still carrying the banner of Wuji Sect to benefit himself. This is not what a gentleman would do.
Pei Feng said slowly: "My master and Sect Leader Huang are old friends, so I came here to talk about them."
Before Pei Feng could speak again, the disciple smiled contemptuously, "Everyone who comes here is said to be an old friend of our ancestors. Our ancestors have given charity to so many small sects in the world of cultivation. You guys are here to gain connections. The mountain gate of our Shitian Qi Sect has not been smoothed yet."
The muscles on the old man's face couldn't help but twitch slightly.
Pei Feng secretly thought that something was wrong. His master had a bad temper. If he couldn't help but give this young disciple a two-hearted cotton to torture him, his skills would be ruined.
"What did you say, little friend?" Pei Feng said and handed a round pill to the little disciple's hand.
"My master Qian Mo is indeed an old friend of Sect Master Huang. Please tell us, little friend."
"It's easy to talk about." With a top-quality golden elixir in hand, how can there be any reason to be disrespectful? The young disciple never expected that a small sect would be so generous.
"When did you kid learn this trick?"
"Hey, who can't do this kind of underhand trick? Just see if you are willing to do it. As a person in the world, you have to do the things in the world. The king of hell is so difficult to deal with."
Qian Mo stared at his disciple coldly.
Pei Feng thought to himself: "You are always a master of alchemy, so naturally you look like stars holding the moon wherever you go. It is inevitable that you will develop a proud character. If a little person like me was so arrogant, I would have been beaten to death long ago."
Not long after, a dozen middle-aged men quickly walked out of the mountain gate.
The leader of the yellow-robed monks saw old man Qian Mo outside the mountain gate. Take three steps and then two, and rush forward in the blink of an eye.
"It's really Shibo who's here. I'm sorry if I missed you from afar. Shibo, please forgive me." The man in yellow robe bowed down.
Several disciples guarding the mountain looked shocked. The young disciple who had just led the way was even more pale-faced. Grandmaster actually bowed down to that humble old man?
Ganmo helped the middle-aged man up. He smiled and said, "My loyal nephew, I haven't seen you for decades. How are you doing?"
The yellow-robed monk is the eldest disciple of the sect leader, Li Yanzhong.
"Uncle Shi, this is not the place to talk. Please come inside."
Several monks behind Li Yanzhong were also Huang Ao's first-generation direct disciples. They all came forward to greet Qian Mo.
Pei Feng deeply understood the lofty status of a master of alchemy in the world of cultivation.
"Who is this little friend?"
"Oh, he is my disciple, Pei Feng."
Pei Feng did not dare to lose his etiquette and wanted to give the monks the gift of monks. But unexpectedly, he was supported by Li Yanzhong.
"Hey, since you are Uncle Shi's disciple, you are our equal. Little friend, you don't have to bow."
Li Yanzhong looked at Pei Feng. Praise: "At the age of more than 20 years old, he has reached the soul refining realm. He is truly a hero from a young age."
Although Pei Feng's age and spiritual roots do not match his cultivation level at all. But since he is a disciple of a Soul Saint Alchemist, it is reasonable for him to be promoted to this level.
Huang Ao's second disciple is a female monk named Michelle.
"The last time we, brothers and sisters, went to visit Wuji Sect, we had never heard that our uncle had accepted a disciple."
Qian Mo smiled and said: "If I remember correctly, it must have been forty years. At that time, Feng'er was not born yet. Feng'er was a closed disciple that I accepted a few years ago."
Everyone couldn't help but look at Pei Feng. Judging from the words, he will be Master Qianmo’s only disciple in this life. This is enough to show how extraordinary this child is.
Mi Xue said: "Not long ago, Master also accepted a close disciple named 'Zhu Feng'. What a coincidence, both of them have the word 'Feng' in their names. And Junior Brother Zhu Feng and Pei Junior Brother Feng is about the same age. We must let these two young men drink a few more drinks later."
Wu Daren, the fifth brother, smiled and said: "These two styles will definitely be the leaders in the world of cultivation in the future."
Everyone said that they had already walked up the mountain climbing stone steps. Pei Feng followed Qian Mo and took a peek at the scenery along the way.
The Shitian Artifact Sect was different from any sect he had ever seen.
Youqing Valley is a poetic paradise. Wujimen is a magnificent and solemn temple. Jiuyoumi Sect is the gentle home of dancing swallows and singing orioles, while Shitianqi Sect is a magnificent Qionglou Yuyu.
Every stone and tree here reveals an indescribable nobility.
The stone steps from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain are all paved with spiritual stones. There are countless pavilions near and far. Various types of magical weapons are displayed in each pavilion.
The clanging sound of banging can be heard everywhere. According to these seniors. Within the Shitian Artifact Sect, there are a total of 108 refining rooms of different sizes and 72 formation buildings of different shapes.
When Pei Feng reached the top of the mountain and looked back, he couldn't help but take a deep breath.
The golden glazed tiles on top of all buildings reflect the dazzling golden light. Shitian Mountain stands like a golden mountain between heaven and earth.
