Miao Zhan and others came uninvited, stopped at random, and formed an encirclement with Jichong's group. A group of cultivators confront each other, and the situation is triggered and affects the whole body.
Yan Ci frowned and said, "You are acting like this, are you trying to take advantage of the situation?"
Pan Yinjian made no secret of his coveting of the treasure, and said with a sweet smile: "Without Qingluan to suppress the formation, what else do you have to rely on?"
Yan Ci raised her fingers and said, "Why don't Fangjia come over and give it a try?"
In such a situation, Yan Ci actually showed an extraordinary calmness, which made the cultivators feel unfathomable. However, the movement of hooking his fingers was too frivolous, which was really annoying.
Pan Yinjian recalled that Yan Ci was suspected of being protected by elves and unicorns, so for the sake of safety, he did not dare to act arbitrarily.
Yan Ci sneered secretly, looked at Miao Zhan and said, "Senior brother is known as a Buddhist, do you also want to swim in this muddy water?"
When Miao Zhan took a peek, it was inconvenient to use his spiritual thoughts to detect the treasure. Looking at it from a distance, he was not clear about the reality of the treasure. He pondered for a while and then said slowly: "The way to cultivate the mind is to be harmonious. This move is not what the young monk wants, but this place is very different from other places. The treasures hidden must last for thousands of years. How can any cultivator not explore its secrets? "
Yan Ci said calmly: "It's just an earth-level magic weapon, it cannot enter the eyes of senior brother."
Miao Zhan laughed it off, turned his head and looked at Xiuguan and said, "I have heard for a long time that nobles are hiding away from the world, and their immortal traces are elusive. When I see them today, they are well-deserved."
The young man with a weak crown looked calm and praised: "Buddha Miaozhan really has eyes as bright as lightning!"
Miao Zhan vaguely guessed his origin from the traces of the young man's magic. This statement further confirmed his guess. There was a hint of fear in his eyes, but he could still maintain his composure and said: "I dare not take this as an absurd compliment. Tan Yue is the scepter." I came here, but I am destined to come back disappointed today."
The weak-headed young man's pupils shrank and he said in a cold voice: "The monk wants to win someone's love!"
Miao Zhan said sternly: "The origin of Yin Gang Temple is strange. The temple and Huaqing Gate still need to be investigated in detail. The nobles will not worry about this matter. Tan Yue can leave on his own after leaving the treasures of the Medicine Master Hall and the Reclining Buddha Hall."
The group of cultivators heard this in confusion. Li Chonglou knew that Miao Zhan's concentration was far superior to ordinary people, but looking at his performance at this time, I am afraid that the weak-headed young man was of noble origin. It is a pity that this Buddhist disciple saw through it but did not tell the truth. It is not suitable for public viewing. ask. As soon as I thought about it, I realized that things were not going well. It would be better to continue pretending to be stupid and do nothing, waiting for the opportunity to kill the young man, so as not to get in the way.
The young man with a weak crown stared in silence for a long time, and then suddenly said: "The treasure of Medicine Master Palace is in the hands of Brother Yan. Master, why don't you ask him?"
Ji Chong's thoughts suddenly changed and he said in surprise: "That's right, Brother Yan was not present when the ban was broken..."
Yan Ci was also very good at pretending, and he made some nonsense: "There are too many people who are not present. Wasn't that dead boy named Zhang Yongmin hiding under Brother Ji's instructions?"
Qiao Li said in surprise: "Junior Brother Zhang is here..."
Jichong interrupted: "There is no need to lie, Junior Brother Zhang stayed in Dahuang Ruins and did not accompany him."
Yan Ci sneered and said, "Hey, it's true that the husband sings and the wife follows. Rather than saying that Yan is cheating, it's better to say that a virtuous couple is attacking each other."
Qiao Li jumped to his feet and said: "You kid is talking nonsense, could it be that you saw Junior Brother Zhang taking the treasure with your own eyes?"
Yan Ci said: "What's the point...Sangmenxing has practiced some dirty tricks of eating people without spitting out their bones. Yan Mou wishes he could kill him alive!"
Ji Chong and Qiao Li were stunned for a moment after hearing these words. Yan Cijuan had no reason to know the secret method practiced by Zhang Yongmin. Could he really be here?
Yan Ci secretly laughed. It was probably that the two of them didn't know about Zhang Yongmin being cut into pieces by a thousand cuts, so they would talk about it in a perfunctory way.
Miaojian touched his little bald head and said sarcastically: "When it comes to fishing in troubled waters, Dahuangxu has always been second to none."
Jichong turned a deaf ear and said in a deep voice, "But if someone accuses Brother Yan of obtaining the treasure from the Medicine Master's Palace, what explanation can be given?"
Yan Ci sighed: "It's not strange to make things up. Brother Ji should ask the person who provided the evidence."
The young man with a weak crown said: "Brother Yan pushed back and took off his clothes completely. When the ban was broken, you and I entered this place with both feet..."
Yan Ci interrupted: "After the ban is broken, it will be accessible from all sides. Who can't come?"
The weak-headed young man sneered: "I wonder where Brother Yan is before I take the treasure?"
Yan Ci asked back: "Your Excellency escaped by urinating. A thief broke into this place, and then he was eager to get the treasure. Did he really not notice that Yan was following behind and whistled to warn him?"
Pan Yinjian nodded and said, "That's right, we went to the Reclining Buddha Hall to investigate after hearing the ghost's cry."
Yan Ci stroked his palms and said, "Fortunately, you two are a bit smart, otherwise you would have been deceived by this little slick man again."
The weak-headed young man was immediately speechless. Ji Chong was dubious, but had no way of pursuing the matter, so he immediately fell silent.
At this time, the situation is clear. Yan Ci and Qu Yuyi are unwilling to obediently give up the treasure they have obtained. They want to leave but are dragging their tails. The weak-headed young man will not leave easily despite the scepter. Ji Chong and Qiao Li had achieved their goal, and they didn't want to interfere with other affairs and tie themselves up. However, Li Chonglou and Pan Yinjian were closely guarding them, and it was difficult for them to escape. The group of cultivators was eager to try, and the atmosphere was about to explode.
It was dawn, and sparse clouds were drifting slowly.
Yan Ci thought that any slight action would be asking for bad luck. The group of cultivators had different opinions and meaningless rhetoric would often be counterproductive. If you want to break the deadlock, you must make the most effective concessions and use the prejudices in the hearts of the enemies to retreat unscathed.
With his mind set, Yan Ci spat out a sullen voice and said, "The authorities are confused. Yan doesn't want to be a party to this situation."
The group of cultivators were surprised when they heard this, and they all looked at Yan Ci and waited for the next words.
Yan Ci said solemnly: "Under the order of Zulong, all Taoist sects worked together to fight against evil spirits, but the younger generation like me was so preoccupied and despised the righteous act of Taoist sects joining hands. Yan was frightened by this thought and was willing to offer a treasure to resolve the dispute so as not to damage the friendship of the alliance. "
A huge hat weighed down, making everyone's faces filled with guilt. Miao Zhan's heart was surging, and Heshi said: "Amitabha, the donor is so humble and humble, it really puts this young monk to shame."
Yan Ci thanked him, and then poured out a powerful medicine: "Greed brings about worry, greed brings about fear, and greed brings about many pains and troubles. It is Yan who is obsessed with things, covering his eyes and confusing his appearance."
Miao Zhan was in awe and said: "The Dharma is like a dream. The donor clearly understands his own nature and is not far away from being pure and untainted."
Buddha Miaozhan meant what he said, and there was no falsehood in his words.
Qu Yuyi was smart and intelligent, and already understood the meaning of Yan Ci, so he raised his hand and took out the scepter with a fluorescent handle.
The black crystal absorbs the light, is deep and pure, and is particularly eye-catching when embedded in the end of the staff.
The cultivators were moved by this, the charm of the exotic treasure was clearly revealed at this moment, and uncontrollable greed appeared in the eyes of the weak-headed young man.
Yan Ci said loudly: "Here is the scepter. Please accept it."
The rest of them looked at it eagerly. Although Miao Zhan knew that this thing was hot, but in terms of relative importance, the risks were not worth mentioning at all. He took a step forward and said: "The young monk does not want to take it as his own. He will present it to the abbot and the seniors one day." Please sit down and deal with it separately."
"Wait a minute!" Ji Chong stopped him and said with deep meaning, "Brother Yan didn't take the spirit feather and offered this thing alone. Could it be that he wanted to use a borrowed knife to kill someone?"
Yan Ci smiled in surprise, raised his pheasant emperor's wings slightly behind his back, and said: "Lingyu is of some use to someone, I hope you all can help me."
As the saying goes, a good saddle goes with a good horse. As the ascetic's level improves, the quality of the magic weapon must also match.
There are three ways to improve the quality of the product. One is to learn the art of casting and refining on your own, which will help you get the desired product more accurately. Unfortunately, the disadvantage is that casting materials are hard to come by, and if you lack sufficient experience in casting, the success rate is extremely low.
Secondly, they can be purchased from various treasure halls or trading markets. There are also experienced casters in the world who can cast them for a fee. However, such magic weapons are worth a lot of money, especially the price of attack and defense treasures.
Thirdly, use the real fire in the body to cultivate the low-level magic weapon to the realm of transparency, blend it with spiritual materials and refine it. If the time comes, you can upgrade it. After long-term training, the magic weapon will double its psychic power.
The unknown spiritual feather is pure and delicate. It is the perfect material to enhance the spirituality of the Pheasant Emperor Wing. It is recommended to oneself and others, and no one is willing to give up easily. Jichong fell silent again. If he forced Yan Ci too much, he would be asking for trouble.
The first ray of sunshine came out clearly, and it was another beautiful morning. The theory that the Tengu swallowed the sun was a lie after all.
The scepter was held in Qu Yuyi's palm, as if anyone could reach it. However, no one came forward. Even an inappropriate word here and now could trigger a raging fire.
A chilling chill spreads in the ruins, and the warm sunshine never warms people's hearts.
The weak-headed boy was like an eternal rock on the top of a lonely cliff, motionless, but everyone could see his determination.
The pride, fearlessness, expectation, and cunning were no longer present on his face. He seemed to be a different person, and his whole body exuded the aura of the coming king, which made Miao Zhan also feel fearful.
With a quick "whoosh" sound, the scepter shot out, with a long tail of brilliant fluorescence, firmly inserted into the stone foundation of the temple.
The young man with the weak crown moved when he heard the wind, and a ray of sunlight popped out from his fingers and rolled directly towards the scepter.
Li Chonglou and Pan Yinjian already had a tacit understanding in their hearts. The swords of the male guardian and the female guardian moved slightly, spurting out two white rays of light, intercepting the rays of light and fighting like dragons scissoring each other.
Jichong and Qiao Li were still hesitant, but Miao Zhan and Miao Jian had already stopped them and advised, "If you two can stand by and watch, this young monk will not be in trouble."
Ji Chong said coldly: "Buddha Miaozhan is famous far and wide. Ji has long wanted to have a glimpse of his magical powers. Today I have free time, so I can learn from him." Immediately, without any reason, he launched a red pink skull sword and struck at him.
The magical power of this sword is extremely evil, and all enemies facing it are filled with hot and lustful beauties, all of them coquettish and unrestrained.
If you encounter an opponent with an unstable mind, you will most easily become addicted to the appearance of flesh and blood and never wake up again for a long time. If not, the beauty will transform into a skeleton, chewing bones and sucking marrow, doing anything.
When the young monk Miaojian first met him, he didn't realize how powerful it was. His face turned red and his heart almost melted.
Seeing this, Qiao Li smiled and said, "You're so cheap for this little bald donkey..." The fairy sword with ink marks on his palm leaped and leaped, and the Lin Shen Mi Gui splashed out a style of ink and wash.
Miao Zhan noticed his junior brother's embarrassment and rushed to help. The Jialan Mirror hurriedly flew through the air, shooting out a majestic halo of light and falling from mid-air. When it landed, another round of golden halo flew away.
The golden tide surges, and the charming and passionate red-pink shadow instantly disappears when touched, transforming into wisps of light smoke and disappearing in the morning wind.
The young monk Miaojian was ridiculed. He picked up his staff and started pushing, grinding, rolling and rushing him.
When the staff is lifted up, it looks like an ice wheel crossing the sky. The runes are scattered in the lines, and every trace is full of Taoism.
The nine cold springs of Yaochi move according to nature, slowly or quickly, creating the softness of the water. The number of heaven and earth begins with one and ends with nine. Nine is the extreme of Yang number, which has profound meaning. The spring of Yaochi is pure and pure, which is also called the extreme of water.
This staff is made of nature and can control all kinds of water, so it is named Jiu Yao. It is rumored to be a famous treasure of Su Muzhe, an ancient cultivator. It once shined in the battle between the Yellow Emperor and Chi You thousands of years ago, and killed Jiuli under the staff. There are countless ancient cultivators. When it comes to the power of controlling water, few can surpass him.
