The fire is burning, like a never-ending blazing holy fire domain. Over the past month, many casters have been extracting fire here.
Among this group of casters, the visitors from Fengxi Sect attracted the most attention.
As for Lin Daoyan, the oldest and most senior elder of the Refining Hall, when he appeared, he was like a firefly in the dark night, extremely dazzling.
Hong Yuan's master Lin Daoyan, escorted by several elders, slowly stepped into the depths of the fire domain and took out the first fire in the Fengxi Sect's Weapon Refining Hall in the next ten years.
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This is a ritual, a ritual that unites people and increases their sense of identity.
This kind of ceremony is held in every hall of Fengxi Sect, and it is usually presided over by a friendly old man with high moral standing and seniority.
This time, it was Lin Daoyan’s twenty-third time.
Lin Daoyan is already over 200 years old this year. Even if he had good fortune when he was young, it would still be difficult to continue.
As for the idea of launching a charge towards the realm of Martial Saint and starting the catastrophe of becoming a Saint and becoming an Immortal in order to gain more lifespan, after facing the tragedy of the tragic deaths of his dear first and second disciples, his thoughts on becoming a Martial Saint have become much lighter. .
Especially after the birth of his daughter Lin Yiru, it became even more difficult for him to abandon everything and move towards the realm of martial saint.
His only thought was to cultivate a proud disciple and take back the blessed land of Eagle Immortal.
"Alas~" Lin Daoyan suddenly sighed and slowed down.
As soon as he moved, several other elders also slowed down their pace and accompanied Lin Daoyan to walk slowly.
In an era when saints did not appear, the oldest people ordinary warriors could come into contact with were only figures like Lin Daoyan.
"Senior brother, why are you worried?"
"Yes, senior brother, although you will no longer be the first elder of our weapon refining hall after next year, you are still a highly respected senior. If you have any questions, you might as well talk to us?"
"It's extremely, it's extremely..."
Several elders cared about each other and wanted to help Lin Daoyan relieve his worries.
Lin Daoyan didn't say much. He just stroked his white beard and continued to move forward slowly.
But at the end, Lin Daoyan thought of his close disciple, Hong Yuan.
If there is any one of his disciples who is most likely to achieve the goal of regaining the Eagle Immortal Blessed Land, it can only be Hong Yuan who is not visible.
Zhu Wushang has mediocre qualifications, Bai Ge is unlucky, and Zhao Gonghe is impatient.
Only Hongyuan, only Hongyuan!
"A Yuan, I hope you can become a true disciple this year, so that I can better pave the way for you." Lin Daoyan secretly whispered in his heart.
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Nanyang County.
The Fengxi Sect's garrison is under strict security today and the troops are deployed very strictly.
Even Hong Yuan, who was waiting quietly in the refining room, felt the chilling atmosphere. Through Li Yan Gu's insight, Hong Yuan observed that a certain important person was injured and had to return to the station for treatment.
This big shot was surprisingly Long Zhandu, who was easily crushed by Hong Yuan!
After just one glance, Hong Yuan felt bored and withdrew his gaze.
Half a month later.
According to the agreed date, Hong Yuan put the thorn in his bag and headed towards his office cabin.
Under the stone pavilion in front of the office hut, Hong Yuan saw Liu Jichi, the outer deacon.
At this moment, Liu Jibian was walking back and forth in the stone pavilion, his face looked happy and sad for a while, and he was still mumbling something.
"Hong Yuan will succeed, he is a genius caster."
"Don't fail, don't fail. I'll be counting on assassinating Rijian for the rest of my life..."
Hong Yuan's ears were very good, so he could hear Liu Jichi's words even though he was far away.
After hearing these words, Hong Yuan's expression remained unchanged, and he did not feel any contempt for Liu Jichi.
Tread...
When he was about to arrive, Hong Yuan deliberately stepped hard and made his footsteps louder.
Liu Jichi turned around when he heard the sound, with a humble smile on his face, and walked quickly towards Hong Yuan.
"Senior Brother Hong, I wonder if my Cirrijian is healed? If it's not healed yet, I'm not in a hurry. You can take your time." Liu Jichi said in an almost flattering manner.
"Haha, you don't have to be like this, it's already been done." Hong Yuan responded with a warm voice, which was like a breath of fresh air.
Feeling the gentleness in Hong Yuan's words, Liu Jichi was deeply moved.
Although the outer deacons are said to have been converted from official disciples, in the eyes of many practicing disciples, these outer deacons are not considered disciples of the sect at all, let alone those practicing disciples who are about to be promoted to true disciples.
Under Liu Jichi's gaze, Hong Yuan patted the bag, and a large kettle appeared in the air, floating faintly.
This large jian is green-red in color, has three points and two blades, and the blades are frosty. It has the potential of wind and fire converging, making people fearful just looking at it.
"Baby, such a baby." Liu Jichi looked at the big fish and was fascinated for a moment.
A good elemental weapon is the second life of a warrior, and those kendo warriors even have the astonishing saying that "the sword is where the person is, the sword dies and the person dies."
Although regular warriors are not so crazy, they still cherish their own weapons very much.
"This is your weapon, go and try it." Hong Yuan smiled.
"Yeah, thank you, senior brother, thank you, senior brother." Liu Jichi grabbed Dajian.
The heavy weight of the boat made Liu Jichi sink.
But he was overjoyed because it proved that Hong Yuan did not cut corners and cast the element properly for him.
Liu Jichi excitedly danced in the open space in front of him, the fire wind emerged beside the thorn sun, and the rays of light flowed.
The more he danced, the joy in Liu Jichi's heart increased little by little.
After completing a dance routine, Liu Jichi was sweating profusely, but he felt extremely happy in his heart.
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Ci Rijian was standing alone on the ground by Liu Jichi, but later he actually planned to kneel down to salute.
"Absolutely not. I'm just finishing my own thing. Don't let others look at me and make fun of you and me." Hong Yuan quickly stretched out his hand to stop him.
"Senior Brother Hong, you don't know something. Although we are both Fengxi Sect disciples, the gap between us is as big as heaven and earth."
"If we want to ask the disciples for help, we outside deacons always have a difficult time, and sometimes we have to endure hardships."
"I never say thank you for your kindness. I, Liu Jichi, will remember this kindness."
Liu Jichi said sadly.
His words also made Hong Yuan somewhat silent. Class differences exist wherever there are people.
Change? Easier said than done.
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Liu Jichi really fulfilled his promise.
With his help, Hong Yuan quickly integrated into the environment here and received many easy but rewarding inside tasks.
Bronze leaves flew one after another.
In less than half a year, Hong Yuan successfully passed the examination and became a true disciple.
But the practicing disciples in the same batch as him are still suffering, and some of the practicing disciples predict that they will fail the assessment of true disciples this time.
This incident also made Hong Yuan deeply aware of the role of reputation.
"Although fame is illusory, it really exists. It will be burdened by it, but it will also benefit from it. This kind of mystery is really amazing."
"The list of my true disciples has been passed down to the sect. I can return to the sect as soon as possible without waiting for them."
"Many Fengxi Sect disciples regard me as the true successor of their lifelong dream, and now I have achieved it. If I return to the world of mortals, I can occupy a city, develop it, and create a big family."
"But I am just a passerby in the world of mortals. My future is not here after all. I will not live forever and will become ashes, even if I am as powerful as Emperor Longyang!"
"Now it's time to go to Zhongzhou to find Bo Qing and carry out the catastrophe of becoming a saint."
All kinds of thoughts emerged, causing Hong Yuan to lose his mind.
Following a heavy rain, the traces of the flood source disappeared in Nanyang County and headed towards Zhongzhou.
