Le Feihuang froze for a moment, then turned around and said, "What do you want, Your Excellency?"
Pang Yue said calmly: "If you speak rudely, slap your own mouth, ten on each side."
Le Feihuang's face suddenly became a little uneasy. He looked at Pang Yue with fear, his expression kept changing, and finally he gritted his teeth and said: "Le is too blind to see Mount Tai. There is a top-quality magic weapon here. I should apologize to you."
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As he said that, he took out a small and exquisite dragon boat and offered it with both hands.
He is also a person who can bend and stretch, and knows how to adapt.
This dragon boat is the best among the best magical weapons. It is about to be replaced with spiritual stones, worth about eight or nine hundred thousand!
In order to save face and save the "mistakes" he had made before, Le Feihuang reluctantly took it out.
In the void, a dark magic vine with ten-colored strange flowers stretched out quietly, wrapped around the dragon boat and retracted.
Pang Yue smiled and said: "You are so polite, fellow Daoist Le. Monks in ancient and modern times have all failed because of arrogance. You can go back and think about it!"
"Lemou is taught!"
Le Feihuang made a grateful face, turned around and left in a hurry.
Concubine Shi Ming stared at Pang Yue with a pair of wonderful eyes, and said softly: "Brother Pang is really from the Tianmo Sect?"
Gein Pang Yue's demonic energy was sometimes as high and unpredictable as a mountain, and sometimes as thick as a mountain. He was indeed not like an ordinary disciple of the Demon Sect.
Pang Yue smiled slightly and said noncommittally: "The Supreme Master Xuan Qing Tie has been obtained. I wonder if my fellow disciples and Taoists can arrange a refining room for Pang?"
"This is easy to talk about!"
Concubine Shi Ming smiled and said: "There is a treasure refining land specifically for rent in this city."
Luo Qingyuan also didn't take Le Feihuang's incident seriously.
The Luo family has a close relationship with several elders of the Chongxuan Sect. How could they be afraid of the son of a small Jindan elder?
…
The three of them left Wanbao Pavilion, and Concubine Shi Ming led them straight to a tall tower building on the west side of Fang City.
The true successor of Chongxuan personally arranged the refining room for Pang Yue, and then left with Luo Qingyuan and continued shopping.
As for Pang Yue, he set up a ban in the weapon refining room and prepared to refine the mysterious mirror.
The Dingxuan Mirror was the magic weapon he used most in his previous life.
This treasure can immobilize the spirit and vitality of all things and seal the changes in spells. If it reaches a higher level, it can also illuminate the Nine Netherworlds and gain insight into the emptiness. It is the supreme treasure for trapping and detecting enemies.
At this moment, he sat cross-legged in front of the furnace in the weapon refining room, took out the Taishang Xuanqing Iron and a bunch of auxiliary materials, and began to refine the weapon.
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Yingxian Mountain.
Inside a pavilion on the top of the mountain.
Le Feihuang was talking with several monks.
These monks were dressed in blue robes, and their bodies were full of energy, giving them an air of unpredictability and fierceness.
Just listen to Le Feihuang say: "I have sent people to investigate the origin of that person. It will not take long before the results will be available. How to act then, I need to work together with Taoist friends and I to come up with a plan."
This Taoist friend is a female cultivator.
She has a long, pointed face and a pair of thin phoenix eyes that are very graceful.
She was wearing an ice-blue palace dress, and her appearance with phoenix eyes and sharp jaws should have been pitiful and charming, but instead she had an expression as cold as ice.
She has a beautiful face that gives people the feeling of a cold blade. Even her slim and plump figure cannot suppress the coldness of the ice blade.
She sat there coldly, like a fine porcelain puppet, and said without any expression: "He is really the Heavenly Demon Sect, and our Taiqing Sect is not afraid of him."
Le Feihuang looked at her excellent figure and couldn't help but said: "Although your sect's Taiqing Demon Refining Sword Technique is good at dealing with demonic monks, you should not be careless."
"The three sects of Heavenly Demon, Heavenly Sword, and Heavenly Zen have been suppressing the East China Sea for countless years. After all, they have their reasons."
Wen Muhan said lightly: "In the worst case, I will give up Taishang Xuan Qingtie, and that's okay."
Le Feihuang smiled bitterly and said: "The key is not to provoke him anymore."
While he was talking, a stream of light came into the window.
Le Feihuang reached out and made a move, and the flowing light turned into a flying sword and fell into his hand.
He closed his eyes for a moment, and an angry look suddenly appeared on his face!
Snapped!
He slapped the flying sword on the table, stood up in a flash, and said angrily: "You dare to lie to me, you are really deceiving others!"
Several other disciples of Taiqing Sect quickly asked what was going on.
Le Feihuang gritted his teeth and said: "There are no disciples of the Heavenly Demon Sect at all, that person is just the true disciple of the Demonic Talisman Sect's True Demon Palace!"
He smiled coldly: "I hunt geese all day long, but I get pecked in the eye by the geese!"
Wen Muhan's expression remained as cold as ice and he said, "I don't care how you deal with him, but the Supreme Xuanqing Iron in his body must belong to me."
Le Feihuang nodded, with a fierce look on his face: "Just see how I kill him."
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In the refining room.
A three-inch octagonal mirror floated quietly in front of Pang Yue.
The dark side of the square mirror faces the sky, with many dragons, snakes, ghosts, birds, beasts, insects, fish and the like engraved in dense layers. There is also a button in the center, which is very quaint in shape.
On the handle, there can be several mysterious ancient inscriptions, shining with a faint aura.
The square mirror turned slightly and turned over to the sunny side, only to see the mysterious light shining and the halo spreading.
This mirror is the Dingxuan Mirror. It has just been refined by Pang Yue. However, it has a restriction and can barely be regarded as a low-grade magic weapon.
Pang Yue put away the Dingxuan Mirror and counted with his fingers, only to realize that he had been in the weapon refining room for three days.
Tomorrow is the Chongxuanzong Golden Elixir Ceremony!
He hurriedly walked out of the quiet room, exited the tower, turned into a ray of light and flew back to Yingxian Mountain.
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In the pavilion where the Luo family stayed.
Luo Qingyuan held a scroll of silk pictures in her hands and looked at them with gusto.
Suddenly, a ray of light gently broke through the confinement of the room and flew in.
Luo Qingyuan raised her beautiful eyes, and for some reason, her pretty face blushed slightly. She hurriedly put away the scroll and said with a smile: "If you don't come back, I will go and call you in person."
Pang Yue looked at her curiously and asked, "What were you looking at just now?"
Luo Qingyuan shook her head and said: "It's nothing."
Pang Yue chuckled, hugged her into his arms, and whispered: "Don't lie to me, I clearly saw it, please call her truthfully."
The demons are ever-changing, and the demonic energy is ever-changing.
Although Pang Yue is a clone of the magic talisman at this moment, he is still flesh and blood and is no different from Pang Yue himself, except for his different magical powers.
Luo Qingyuan fell into Pang Yue's arms, her delicate body suddenly softened. She took out the ancient silk scroll, her eyes were hazy, and she exhaled like a blue breath and said: "See for yourself."
Pang Yue took it and took a look, his expression suddenly became extremely strange.
No wonder Luo Qingyuan's expression and body were different. It turned out that she was secretly reading a scroll of spring... palace pictures just now.
A total of forty-eight lifelike patterns are drawn on the three-foot-long silk scroll.
The artist's writing skills are astonishing, not only the movements are natural, but also the expressions of the men and women are lifelike and extremely lifelike.
Pang Yue had already seen all kinds of tricks in his previous life, so he was not too surprised by this.
What he was curious about was, where did Luo Qingyuan get this thing?
He was about to ask when his eyes suddenly froze and he was firmly glued to the picture scroll.
Please remember the first domain name of this book: ._