Pawnshop Xiao Er wants to become immortal

Chapter 775
Hearing Taoist Hongfeng's words of showing weakness, Lan Lingzi on the side was shocked. Although the master did not tell him clearly, Lan Lingzi could feel that the master was really planning to give in. The spiritual message just now should be Xiang Zong Brother Qiu Yiqiu from the depths of the secret realm of the gate left.

When Daoist Hongfeng first appeared, although Lan Lingzi felt a little guilty for not fulfilling his master's confession, he also thought that with Master's presence, the matter should be resolved smoothly anyway, but he didn't expect to ask him to come back This Nascent Soul comrade not only has a detached formation technique, but also has an extremely arrogant personality. His master came forward with the distraction cultivation base, but he still didn't let him give in a little bit. It was his master who forced him to give in at the end. He was surprised Lan Lingzi could only watch his master Taoist Hongfeng transmit a message of spiritual consciousness into the depths of the Qiushui Sect.

Dialect didn't expect Taoist Hongfeng to give in so happily. He guessed a little more about the Wuqiao Stone behind him and the incomplete formation on it. It is impossible to make such a retreat because of his own strength or some threatening words, but he does not know what the purpose of this incomplete formation is, so that a distracted monk can act like this.

Facing a distracted cultivator and a late Nascent Soul cultivator, and in the other sect's place, the dialect did not dare to relax a little bit. Daoist Hu had already been alert to the surroundings. There was no movement except for a wave of spiritual consciousness, and Fang Yan still stood there calmly without moving. He just urged the power to envelop the Wuqiao Stone and its formation, and waited quietly.

Half a quarter of an hour later, a breath suddenly flashed, and a sense of despondency flashed out along with the breath, which was slightly different from the unrestrained smell of Lan Lingzi and Taoist Hongfeng in front of him, as if it was too much. It's a bit cold, not like the gurgling autumn water, but like the bitter autumn wind, which reminds the dialect of an old friend, Fengnu Qiufengzi.

"Uncle Hongfeng, you sent me a message to come, but what do you want to order?" After a figure stood still, he ignored the situation in the venue and just asked Taoist Hongfeng with a salute.

"Qiu Yi, you took a piece of Golden Crow True Fire from the sect's secret storehouse earlier, but is it still there?" Taoist Hongfeng immediately asked.

The monk named Qiu Yi heard Taoist Hongfeng's question, although he was a little confused, he still replied: "It's still there, I'm planning to refine it, and then the disciple decided to enter the depths of the ancient battlefield It's thunderstorm.

Hearing the conversation between Taoist Hongfeng and the monk who had just arrived, the Golden Crow True Fire was actually collected by the monk in front of him. Dialect's heart moved slightly, and he immediately raised his eyes to scan over the monk who had just arrived. In an instant, Dialect knew why a Nascent Soul cultivator valued so much the Great Distraction cultivator in front of him, and he did not hesitate to use distraction cultivation to suppress himself. I have to improve a lot, and it seems that I am about to pass the catastrophe of distraction. When it comes to Luoleiyuan, I am afraid that I am going to cross the catastrophe. Just like Xiyan Lin in those days.

The guess in the dialect was soon confirmed. Taoist Hongfeng on the opposite side moved slightly when he heard Qiu Yi's words, and asked, "Huh? What kind of feeling did you have?"

Qiu Yi nodded and said, "I have sensed that the aura of distraction and catastrophe has become stronger and stronger recently, and it should be coming soon."

Hearing his nephew's words, Taoist Hongfeng's expression sank slightly, and after thinking for a moment, he said: "Qiu Yi, don't refine that Golden Crow True Fire yet, give that spiritual fire to this monk first."

I didn't expect my uncle to make such a decision. It seems that such a thing has not happened in many years. Qiu Yi can't remember whether the last time was 1000 or 2000 years ago. Since then, as long as I need to practice, Zong The stock in the door's secret library is free to use by yourself, and now there is only one step away from the catastrophe of distraction, but the uncle let himself give up the Golden Crow True Fire, Qiu Yi immediately paused slightly, and then moved towards The dialect who stood still said in a deep voice, "Who are you?"

"Senior Brother Qiu, this is a fellow daoist in dialect, a fellow daoist I invited to set up the formation." Seeing the dialect, Lan Lingzi didn't want to speak, and Lan Lingzi immediately introduced it.

"Yuanying Dzogchen is not bad, but you want to come to my Qiushui sect to compete with me for spiritual objects because of Yuanying Dzogchen?" Hearing Lan Lingzi's words, the Qiuyi Taoist inquired about the dialect a few more times. eyes, and then said, but the words were very blunt.

With just a few words and a moment of expression, the dialect can also see that this Nascent Soul Dzogchen Qiu Yi is dissatisfied with him, but the dialect is even more impolite, and he didn't answer Qiu Yi's words at all, but just turned to Taoist Hongfeng in a deep voice Asked: "I don't know what the senior made the decision."

"You?" Aware of the dialect's ignorance of him, Qiu Yi yelled angrily, just now there was a bit of autumn in the valley that was still full of spring, and boundless coercion flashed out and pressed towards the dialect.

"Senior, you really don't want this formation?" After a faint ripple flashed, a crack appeared in the boundless autumn, revealing the dialect inside, as well as the Wuqiao stone platform and the incomplete formation on it.

"Qiu Yi, don't make others laugh, show the Golden Crow True Flame." Taoist Hongfeng, who hadn't stopped Qiu Yi from asking the dialect just now, spoke now.

After all, he was still distracted senior, and his uncle had never had such a thing for thousands of years. Qiu Yi hesitated for a moment, but reached out and took out a spirit fire sealed by a rune, and was about to hand it to Hong Daoist Feng paused again, holding the Golden Crow True Fire in his hand, turned his head and said to Fang Yan opposite him: "Fang Yan, if you have the guts to bet against me, you will bet on this Golden Crow True Fire."

"Hahaha, Fellow Daoist Qiu is really interesting." Fang Yan said with a few laughs.

Everyone could hear the sarcasm in the dialect, and Taoist Qiu Yi, who was already a little bit upset, was even more furious, and shouted: "What do you mean, you are also a Nascent Soul Dzogchen monk, are you so courageous?"

"Friend Qiu Yi, even if you want to gamble, you have to show a little sincerity. The Golden Crow True Fire in your hand seems to be mine. You take my things to gamble with me, do you think I'm stupid?" Dialect's expression turned slightly cold, and then he shouted.

Being scolded by the dialect's words, Qiu Yi paused, but after a moment, he realized that he had indeed made a mistake. Although he was preparing to refine the Golden Crow True Fire a moment ago, it is still in his hands at this moment. But with the words of Taoist Hongfeng, the uncle of the previous master, now Jinwu Zhenhuo is really the spirit of the other party.

"Dialect, do you mean that I can gamble with a spiritual object comparable to this spiritual fire?" Soon Qiu Yi found some loopholes in the dialect's words and asked loudly.

Looking at the Taoist Qiu Yi who was reluctant to part with Jinwu Zhenhuo, the dialect said lightly: "Did I say that?" Then the dialect said to Taoist Hongfeng: "Senior, junior's skills are shallow, and it is inevitable that some mistakes will occur after a long time. I'm fine, but I'm afraid this Wuqiao Stone won't be able to withstand it."

Threats, blatant threats, Qiu Yi couldn't understand the meaning of the dialect, his face became more and more ugly, he raised his hand and handed out the Golden Crow True Fire in his hand: "Master, please."

Seeing that Qiu Yi was unwilling, Qiu Yi didn't explain much, waved his hand and took the Golden Crow True Fire into his hand, and said in dialect: "The Golden Crow True Fire is here, put away the power, and the spiritual fire belongs to you."

"Senior, fellow Daoist Falan Lingzi has already verified this formation, but it's time to hand over the spiritual fire." Dialect was unmoved, and he still stood firm and said, "If you don't see a rabbit, you won't scatter an eagle, and you won't get it." Spiritual objects, even if they are just a short distance away, or even across the world, if there is no previous incident, seeing the Golden Crow True Fire with dialect temperament would make the opponent take away the remnants of the formation, but now this possibility is impossible.

"Go." Taoist Hongfeng didn't say anything more, stretched out his hand and flicked, and the sealed Golden Crow True Fire flew out, and shot towards Fangyan.

Waving the spirit fire into his hand, he probed for a little bit with his spiritual sense, and dialed a few hand formulas with one hand, and several formation runes flashed instantly, melting into the banning golden crow real fire, watching his own runes melt into it Disappeared, Dialect put away the Golden Crow True Fire with his backhand, and then retracted the other palm that urged the power to cover the Wuqiao Stone: "Senior, please."

(End of this chapter)