Puppet cultivation, if you find the real one, I lose

It was another year of red maple leaves sprouting. The entire Tianxing Sect seemed exceptionally quiet. The rock scorpions on the square were covered with mottled moss by the spring rain.

A huge shadow slowly moved across the square and gradually faded away.

"Still so impressive."

Feng Lucai said with emotion, knocking the bowl in his hand with chopsticks, and then stuffed a few mouthfuls of spiritual rice into his mouth.

Cui Ying also stood at the gate of the courtyard with a bowl in his hand, looking up, with a look of shock on his face.

"Mirage, many years ago a clan leader wanted to use it to cross the virtual sea, but failed."

Feng Lucai turned and went into the courtyard, took a few bites of food, and then came out and continued:

"Shocking, right? This is actually a replica. I wonder what the real mirage looked like back then."

Just above the sect, a huge ship stopped, like a floating mountain, with an orange-red sunset glow and a pattern of a roc wrapped around it.

Above it were towering pavilions and towers, with carved beams and painted buildings, and a green mountain waterfall located between the pavilions. Immortal music was vast, and flying cranes followed.

""Okay, okay, if you practice hard, you might be able to sit down."

Feng Lu then pulled Cui Ying into the courtyard. At his age, he didn't have much yearning for these things. The dishes on the table were more substantial.

Cui Ying also looked back every three steps, and his shocked expression did not fade at all.

"After all, I am the face of the Tianxing Sect."

Feng Lucai said with food in his mouth:

"Junior Brother Cui, the spiritual vegetables and spiritual rice you planted are really fragrant, haha."

Seeing Cui Ying still in a daze, he seemed to remember something and asked:

"By the way, has Chen Huan not come out of confinement yet? It seems like he is about to leave."...............

Chen Huan's cave, as the last inscription was completed, a sharp eagle cry was heard throughout the cave, the sound waves were like waves, and the cave trembled.

In front of it stood a burly eagle that was two meters tall and had a wingspan of nearly seven meters.

Its eyes were filled with blood, and the black eagle's wings were no longer feathers, but turned into blades with layers of bright metal.

The wings spread out, and the silver-white blade feathers were painted with blood-colored cloud patterns, which were continuous in all directions, light and ethereal.

Except for the pair of wings, this spirit demon puppet seemed to be the same as others.

Steel was grafted onto the flesh and blood body, which gave people a sense of deformity and weirdness.

Chen Huan let out a long sigh, and his expression was a little bleak after a year of sleepless and tense spirit.

"I have almost reached the pinnacle of puppet making now, but I am still at the Nascent Soul Great Perfection, and I am still far from being a Heavenly Demon Puppet."

Pinching his numb body, Chen Huan smiled.

"However, I would like someone to practice with the spirit demon puppet made of the fifth-level demon body."

Putting away the black eagle puppet, Chen Huan cast a cleansing spell on himself.

He also put away the three half-refined Yuanying puppets beside him.

"I should be able to complete two more Yuanying puppets on the way."

He almost squeezed out all his time just to make puppets.

"If it's like this in the future, what's the use of the Soul of the Divine Puppet? If you can divide it into 10,000 paths, you can only control some inferior puppets."

Chen Huan couldn't help but shook his head in self-mockery. It took too long to build a high-level puppet.

"I wonder what the reward for becoming a god will be like?"

Opening the cave, Chen Huan walked out.

When he looked up, he saw the huge ship.

"Mirage?"

The memory flashed by.

His consciousness spread out and swept across Cui Ying's courtyard. He was slightly stunned.

Feng Lucai was actually eating with Cui Ying, talking and laughing. This was the first time he saw Cui Ying like this.

He raised his hand and a stream of light flew away.

A spiritual transmission sound entered Cui Ying's mind.

"I'm leaving. If you have any trouble, take this to Baihua Peak."

Cui Ying, who was eating, hurriedly reached out to catch the light from the horizon. When he opened his hand, he saw that it was a jade bottle. He quickly stood up and bowed to Chen Huan's cave and replied:

"Yes, Senior Brother."

Feng Lucai glanced at the jade bottle in Cui Ying's hand, sniffed and said:

"It feels like a good thing, let me have a look."

Cui Ying glanced at him and neatly stuffed the jade bottle into the storage bag on his waist.

Chen Huan went directly to the main peak. At this time, the main peak square was already very popular.

Although it looked crowded, most of them were there to watch the fun. With such a large lineup, in fact, only 15 people from the Tianxing Sect came out from the peak, and with Chen Huan, there were 121 people.

All the sects in Tiannan will gather, three sects and four pavilions, and the cards must be there.

Chen Huan took a small flying boat and floated above

"Is he going too?"

"Isn't he useless? Why is he still going?"

"He is a true disciple. He used to stand in front of the secret realm."

"You don't know this. This time it seems that the true disciples are choosing between him and Senior Brother Huang Feiyu. Who will win?"

Listening to the gossip of the disciples, Chen Huan couldn't help but frown. Is there such a rubbish link?

I thought I could just get off the boat and walk into the secret realm in two steps. What a waste of time.

The small flying boat gradually approached the mirage. A huge sense of oppression came over me. Looking at the rows of gun muzzles on both sides that flickered with dim light,

"This thing is actually a weapon. If it is fired, even a spirit will be killed."

Chen Huan was slightly surprised, and then he looked up and was stunned again.

He saw Huang Feiyu in a purple robe standing at the stern with his head held high, his hands behind his back, and the breeze blowing his hair.

Chen Huan looked down and figured it out. He found that if he stood in the main peak square and looked up, he could see Huang Feiyu from this angle.

His cheeks twitched slightly and he flew up from the side.

The ship was larger than an ordinary city. Hundreds of people were thrown in and no one was seen. There was no one around Huang Feiyu, just standing there quietly.

It was as if he was the owner of this mirage.

After getting on the mirage, he thought for a while and walked towards Huang Feiyu.

""Hey, come here for a moment?"

Chen Huan waved to Huang Feiyu.

Huang Feiyu turned around and saw that it was Chen Huan. He was surprised and looked around. There was no one else.

"I'm talking about you, from Lieyang Peak, right? Who is it? Come here."

Chen Huan frowned and thought as he continued, feeling a little confused after a year of puppet making.

Huang Feiyu was immediately furious, gritted his teeth and stepped forward:

"Who the hell are you? How dare you talk to me like that? Fuck!"

"You got the guts to say it again!"

Now he is also half a true disciple, this guy is useless, but he still has a superior attitude.

This is intolerable.

Chen Huan swept the corridor seat next to him with his hand, sat down and asked:

"Tell me how you met the man in black robe in Fuhui City."

Huang Feiyu pointed at his nose:

"Why should I answer you? Are you fucking crazy?"

"Don't you like to show off? Here's your appearance in Jiaocheng. Come and tell me about it."

"Who the hell asked you to give it to me? No, what on earth are you thinking? Who else but me could be the one to appear here, a waste like you who is at the fourth level of Qi Refining?"

"Ha, you are such a rubbish, the real transmission vote is still cast by me."

Huang Feiyu suddenly laughed angrily, put his hands on his waist and pointed at Chen Huan and said:

"Buddy, you are useless, do you know that? What are you dreaming about?"

"Or you? Haha, are you going to make me laugh to death?"

Just as he finished speaking, he found that his sect token was shaking. He frowned and took a look.

After reading it, he immediately spitted:

"Fuck! Are they all fucking idiots? I've reached the Golden Core Perfection, but I'm still not as good as this loser?"

Then the message from his sect token came out:

Jiao Yu will appear, Chen Huan has seven votes, Huang Feiyu has one vote.

Chen Huan was not surprised. For the true disciples, the true disciples are the top disciples of a peak, each belonging to a lineage.

Huang Feiyu is from Lieyang Peak after all. If the other peaks send one, Lieyang Peak will send two, which will directly suppress the other peaks. Would the true disciples from other peaks be willing? The only vote was cast by Huang Feilong.

Huang Feiyu's eyes widened immediately, breathing heavily, obviously extremely angry.

"Okay, okay, keep some grace and go to the corner area, I'll give it to you."

Chen Huan leaned back slightly, crossed his legs, and said.

Huang Feiyu suppressed his anger:

"Why are you asking about the black robe?"

Chen Huan was also a little fed up and said impatiently:

"Just tell me whether you want to show off or not."

Huang Feiyu coughed lightly, straightened his newly sewn purple robe, and shook his shoulders slightly:

"The elders of the sect all determined that it was Fu Huicheng who had no chance to lose his Qi and blood, so I went to check."

"I found a large formation and a black-robed man underground. I fought him for about 300 rounds. Although I lost, I seriously injured the black-robed man."

"That's it?" Chen Huan asked

"Um"

"Gone?"

"That's all."

After saying that, he looked at Chen Huan, and saw Chen Huan staring at him like an idiot.

"Fuck, what the hell are you looking at!"

Huang Feiyu was immediately angry again.

"You can pretend but don't brag."