Refining Qi starts from repairing the panel

The realm of the sixth level.

According to the division of this world, he has surpassed the Nine Transformations of Ascension to God, and is a strong man who has entered the secret realm of Tongxuan.

He is only one step away from the Immortal Gate, so he can be called a fake Immortal.

The demon has reached this stage and has the ability to transform into the sky. The contents of a storage treasure of this level may exceed Chu Zheng's imagination.

What's next?

Fu Quanliang put down the bowl, let out a sigh of relief, and asked Chu Zheng about his future plans.

In the sect, he ate Bigu Pills every day, which made him feel nauseous. After visiting Song Mansion and his entourage, even if whole grains were not good for the body, he still missed the various flavors in the world.

Open a sect and establish a sect, but do not recruit disciples, only do business.

Chu Zheng already has a general idea for some of the subsequent plans.

A war between the two sects is imminent, with an area of ​​more than a million miles. The existence of magic weapons is no less than the weapons of previous lives.

For Chu Zheng, there is no need to pay any price for repairing low-level magic weapons.

The most suitable thing for him to do is undoubtedly this lucrative magic weapon business.

Establishing a sect is nothing more than a name, and there are only two people. They are inevitably weak and weak, but at least it sounds reasonable.

Opening a sect? What's it called? Fu Quanliang was a little confused.

Chu Zheng pondered for a long time and said slowly: Let's call it 'Qizong'.

Qi Zong? What kind of Qi? Fu Quanliang thought the name was weird.

Chu Zheng dipped his fingertips in tea and slowly wrote the word '炁' on the table.

Looking at the completely unfamiliar font, Fu Quanliang was a little doubtful for a moment: Is there such a word?

It wasn't there before, but it has been since I came.

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Phantom Sect.

Within a moment of the sound of the Immortal Stepping Stone, the surroundings were already surrounded by figures, all of whom were elder disciples who heard the sound.

Standing on the Immortal Stepping Stone was a young man who looked to be no more than thirteen or fourteen years old. He had an immature appearance and clear eyes. He was dressed in cloth and looked honest and honest.

There was silence all around because of the sudden appearance of Feng Qiyuan.

The bright fairy light on the Immortal Stepping Stone gradually subsided, and Feng Qiyuan climbed onto the Immortal Stepping Stone with a gentle expression:

May I have your name?

Wei Changqing.

The young man looked puzzled. He looked at Feng Qiyuan, who was about the same age as him, and subconsciously asked back:

what's your name?

A flash of light flashed in Feng Qiyuan's eyes, looking into Wei Changqing's eyes, and captured his mind instantly, with a cold expression:

I ask again, what is your name and where is your home?

Xiao Yuanqing had just died, and now another high-grade immortal bone appeared. How could such a coincidence happen in the world.

My name is Wei Changqing, from Baiyu Empire, Fengyi Mansion, Luoyun County, from Shuoyinbao...

Wei Changqing looked numb and told the truth in detail.

Illusion Spirit Technique, specializes in spiritual soul, has extremely strong spiritual thoughts, and is especially good at illusion and enchantment methods.

Such a mortal with no cultivation ability had no power to resist in front of Feng Qiyuan, and his mind was completely broken.

What are you doing here? Feng Qiyuan frowned and never let down his guard.

Someone said they wanted to teach me to cultivate immortality...

Just as Feng Qiyuan was about to ask further questions, ripples suddenly appeared in the formation that enveloped the entire Phantom Mountain Range.

He raised his head and saw a figure standing high in the sky, raising his fingers to clasp the door.

After seeing the person clearly, Feng Qiyuan's eyes couldn't help but have a hint of murderous intent, which disappeared in an instant.

He waved his hand to disperse the formation and welcomed people in. With a smile on his face, he took the initiative to say hello:

Special Envoy Ling, I'm afraid I haven't seen you for more than a thousand years.

Indeed, I thought you wouldn't be able to cross that hurdle, but you're lucky.

Ling Qi glanced at him and said casually: Is it convenient for me to talk to this child?

The news from the Holy Land is still as well-informed as ever. Feng Qiyuan's expression remained unchanged, he raised his hand and said:

Holy messenger, please do as you please.

Ling Qi slowly raised his hand and drew the ground as a prison. A barrier instantly blocked the space and blocked the sight of the surrounding people.

Looking at Wei Changqing who looked blank, Ling Qi shouted:

wake up!

Wei Changqing's vision gradually gained focus. He looked around, and finally looked at Ling Qi in front of him, with a confused look on his face:

Who are you……

Ling Qi raised his hand and pointed it at the center of Wei Changqing's eyebrows.

The young man immediately backed away with his head in his hands, a look of pain on his face. After a while, he gradually calmed down.

When he raised his head again, the confused look on his face was no longer there. He looked respectful and bowed:

Master...

Ling Qi said slowly: Changqing, do you blame me for letting you relax?

Master is doing this for his own reasons. I have no complaints, but I just can't figure it out.

Wei Changqing looked puzzled: The Holy Land is more than a hundred times stronger than the Phantom Sect. Why do I want to cultivate in such a medium-sized sect and lock my past life.

There are more than a hundred people with high-grade immortal bones in the Holy Land. If you want to compete for the position of the Holy Son, you will naturally have to take another path.

No matter how many resources the Holy Land has, divided among so many people, only a few will fall into your hands.

Although the Phantom Sect is in a turbulent time, after all, it is a strong man who has been in the Tongxuan Secret Realm. The sect has accumulated a profound foundation for thousands of years.

Ling Qi explained: The Phantom Treasure Mirror is also a real mystical spiritual treasure, which is rare in the Holy Land.

The war between the two sects is about to begin. Regardless of whether the high-grade immortal bone of the Phantom Sect really had an accident or was hidden away, the time is right for you to join the sect now.

Under normal circumstances, the Phantom Spirit Sect would have spent a lot of energy trying to find out your past for three generations. Now that the war has begun, your traces in the White Feather Empire will soon be in pieces, leaving no trace at all.

You stay in the Phantom Sect for a hundred years. After a hundred years, we will see changes. I will always pay attention to your movements.

Ling Qi glanced outside the barrier, raised his finger again, and touched the center of Wei Changqing's eyebrows.

When acting, you have to do the whole thing.

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The area around the Immortal Stepping Stone has been cleared, leaving only Feng Qiyuan, Gu Chunyang and several divine infant princes.

The moment the barrier dissipated, Ling Qi did not speak to Feng Qiyuan and the others, but stepped straight into the air and disappeared into the void in an instant.

Seeing this, Feng Qiyuan couldn't help but frown, looked at Wei Changqing, repeated his old trick, and said in a deep voice:

What did that man say to you just now?

Wei Changqing looked confused and spoke slowly:

The Phantom Sect is in a precarious situation, no better than the Holy Land of Taixu...

High-grade immortal bones, something happened...

There are not enough resources for cultivation, and there are very few in my hands...

Profound foundation...

Have a chance to become the Holy Son...

Listening to these words, Feng Qiyuan's eyebrows wrinkled tighter and tighter, and he was speechless for a long time.

In his perception, there was nothing strange about Wei Changqing's soul, and it had not undergone any cleaning or change. These words were indeed what Ling Qi had said just now.

Master, this child... Gu Chunyang vaguely sensed something was wrong, but couldn't figure it out for a while.

He came just after Xiao Yuanqing died. Is there such a coincidence in the world? Feng Qiyuan looked unmoving, with an obvious chill in his voice.

You suspect it is Taixu Holy Land... Gu Chunyang's expression changed slightly, and after thinking about it, he became more and more certain of this guess.

Except for the Holy Land, how could anyone else have such a method to sneak into a large formation to kill people silently!

It's not necessarily true that Taixu Holy Land takes high-grade immortal bones more seriously than we do.

Feng Qiyuan looked a little tired and sighed softly: But this kid... it's really such a coincidence...

The value of high-grade immortal bones, in the eyes of the Holy Land, is probably more valuable than the entire Phantom Spirit Sect.

The only thing Feng Qiyuan could think of was that Taixu Holy Land wanted the foundation of Phantom Spirit Sect.

Then Master, how should we arrange this child? Gu Chunyang came back to his senses and ran out of ideas for a while.

Feng Qiyuan closed his eyes and meditated for a while, then said slowly: Teach him the magic method, and after entering the spiritual spring, send him to the battlefield.

Isn't the risk too great? Gu Chunyang hesitated: The battlefield is dangerous. I'm afraid that if you are not careful, this child will die.

After all, it was a top-grade immortal bone, and he was really reluctant to part with it.

Xiao Yuanqing was placed inside the door, protected by a large formation, isn't he still dead? Feng Qiyuan shook his head:

If he is really sent from the Holy Land, then Ling Qi will definitely protect him. With this child here, I, the Huanling Sect, can win this battle with Yeguang Pavilion.

Gu Chunyang was still a little hesitant: If we guess wrong and cost this child his life...

If you die, just die, as if he never came,

Feng Qiyuan's expression was cold: I still have a thousand years of life left. When you change, you can hold on to the foundation of the Phantom Sect and plan for the future.

No matter what, the inheritance passed down by the ancestors cannot be put into his hands to make wedding clothes for others.

Before he finished speaking, Feng Qiyuan took a step forward and disappeared into the void.

After he left, Wei Changqing's expression gradually returned to clarity, with some confusion remaining on his face.

Gu Chunyang was silent for a moment and asked in a low voice: Why don't you go with that person just now?

It's too far away from home...

Wei Changqing smiled and shook his head, his face showing the simplicity and innocence of a young man.

Gu Chunyang had a complicated look in his eyes, and without saying a word, he turned and left with Wei Changqing.

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Great Zhou Dynasty, South China Sea.

The Great Wednesday is bordered by other countries on one side and only faces the sea on one side.

There are many islands near the sea, and it is a land of alienation. Occasionally, there are some small sects or immortal cultivators stationed there.

In villages and towns near the sea, fairy tales can often be heard.

This can be said to be the closest place to the world of cultivating immortals in the entire Great Zhou Dynasty, similar to Phantom City.

More than two hundred nautical miles away from the shore, a dragon boat with a span of more than thirty feet was anchored in front of an island.

There are many flags on the dragon boat, and the most eye-catching flag is placed on the bow of the boat. It has a red background and a gold surface, embroidered with a fierce bird wrapped in fireworks and spreading its wings.

The sun is high in the sky, and under the sunlight, there are layers of ripples on the sea surface, layer after layer, like golden scales shining.

A small boat was bumping in the waves not far away, and a figure was sitting on the bow, letting the waves bump around, motionless as a mountain.

Wow——

A moment later, the sound of water waves exploded, and a figure emerged from the water and jumped onto the bow of the ship.

Are you sure you threw it here?

Song Lingxue looked at Li Mingzhou sitting on the bow of the boat with a bit of doubt in her eyes: Did you remember it wrong?

She was wearing a shark leather outfit, her hair was messy and draped behind her back, her face was white from the sea water, and her breath was a little unsteady.

That's right. I have a better memory than you.

Li Mingzhou snorted softly: That stone wall is not that big to begin with. After so many years, it is possible that it was washed away by the waves and fell into the mud. It is not that easy to find.

Song Lingxue sat on the edge of the boat, feeling a little discouraged for a moment. The waves caressed her ankles, bringing a soft but heavy impact.

After leaving Song Mansion that day, a few days later, she bumped into Li Mingzhou.

After some involvement, they finally figured out each other's positions.

After hearing the news about the trouble in the Song family, Li Mingzhou immediately set off to confirm Chu Zheng's safety.

He has lived for nearly a hundred years and has never seen such a talented person. It is really difficult to let him go.

After meeting Song Lingxue, Li Mingzhou did not say anything, and even used means to find Song Yun and his party, changed their identities and hid on the spot.

After that night, Song Lingxue's skill surged upward, and her internal energy advanced rapidly. Less than half a month after leaving the Song Mansion, she entered the realm of a grandmaster.

Then he sang all the way, and in just three months, his internal strength underwent a qualitative change, and he entered the realm of a great martial arts master.

Such an astonishing change naturally made Li Mingzhou call him a monster.

After some discussion, he took out the Xuan Tian Seal Sanshou again, but Song Lingxue saw some clues.

From this incomplete Xuantian Seal, she vaguely sensed that there was still a road ahead of the martial arts.

Grandmaster is far from the end.

After some questioning, today's scene emerged.

However, looking for an incomplete rock wall on the seabed is like looking for a needle in a haystack. After searching for more than a month, Song Lingxue still found nothing.

How about forgetting it?

Seeing Song Lingxue lowering her head and saying nothing, Li Mingzhou opened his mouth to persuade:

Instead of wasting time here, it's better to spend time looking for Chu Zheng. He still has the remaining map I copied.

He was still a little worried about Chu Zheng.

His current situation is probably more dangerous than mine.

Song Lingxue shook her head. She didn't want to cause trouble to Chu Zheng anymore. After taking a deep breath, she jumped into the sea again.

Half an hour later, huge waves suddenly exploded, accompanied by an excited whisper:

Found it!

Stepping onto the boat, Song Lingxue rubbed the nearly three-foot-long remnant wall. After a moment, there seemed to be light in her eyes, and she whispered to herself:

I saw……

In her eyes, there seemed to be breath flowing in this ruined wall.

What did you see?

Li Mingzhou looked at the dark stones in front of him and scratched his head, puzzled.

He had studied this stone for a long time but could see nothing.

The path of martial arts...

Song Lingxue's eyes were full of obsession, she had never felt what she felt at this moment.

This remnant wall was like a bright light, instantly dispelling the thick fog in front of her.

After condensing Qi, there is still a way to go in martial arts.

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As the sun rises, the rays of rays fill the sky, pass through the mountains, forests and vegetation, and shine into a canyon.

Chu Zheng sat cross-legged on the boulder, breathing long and long, swallowing and exhaling for half an hour.

Fu Quanliang was at the mountain pass not far away, practicing with his eyes closed, his mouth bulging with qi-enhancing elixirs.

He has already begun to try to attack the spiritual spring.

Near noon, Chu Zheng just slowly opened his eyes. After adjusting his condition to the best, he pulled out the panel and used up all the repair times for today.

[Condensation Bracelet (Sixth Level): A space spiritual treasure, connected to a small world, was forcibly broken by a sixth-level creature. It once belonged to a demon king. You worked hard for many days and finally repaired it. 】

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