Thousands of weapon refiners from hundreds of weapon refining sects gathered in front of the memorial archway of Wanyun Sect's mountain gate.

A gap opened in the front of the Wanyun Sect's mountain-protecting formation.

Thousands of outer disciples marched outward in order, forming formations on the left and right of the mountain gate;

The immortals on the thirty-six peaks escaped from the sky and were arranged in several order, namely upper, middle and lower.

Not long after, seven or eight thousand disciples of the Wan Yun Sect stood in front of the mountain gate, forming a huge human wall, glaring at the 'enemies' coming in front of them.

The two sides seem to get into a fight if they disagree.

But the possibility of such a move is really low.

Li Ping'an, Qing Su, and Wen Rou were hiding among the casual cultivators who were watching. The three of them found a good angle at high altitude and had a panoramic view of the whole situation.

He took out a jade note-taking talisman and hung it in his hand, and began to observe the expressions of the outer disciples of Wan Yun Sect.

This is a good opportunity to find an ‘inside agent’.

The two sides faced off for a moment, and then they heard a shout from within the hundred sects:

"Where is Li Dazhi, the wealthy immortal of Wanyun Sect!"

What followed immediately was a flurry of yelling and cursing:

"You have harmed our small sects! It's time to give us an explanation today!"

"Wan Yunzong! You really want to cut off our way of survival!"

"Li Dazhi! You are a person of great luck in the human race, but you use your own luck to do things that make us unable to live! Are you still hiding and not daring to see people? Come out!"

An elder from the Wan Yun Sect couldn't help shouting: "Shut up!"

Its heavenly pressure spread far away, causing many monks who came to cause trouble to feel frightened.

The elder flicked his sleeves, his beard and hair spread out, took five steps forward, and said angrily:

"This place is the mountain gate of my Wan Yun Sect! According to the rules of Dongzhou, attacking the mountain gate is a life-and-death feud! Today you have gathered a crowd to attack, but you will fight to the death with my Wan Yun Sect!"

Such a roar really silenced the group of weapon refiners in the venue.

Suddenly a sneer was heard from the crowd:

"Oh, Elder Wan Yun Sect is so majestic! Wan Yun Sect has made it impossible for us to live any longer. Even if we were killed today, it would be better for us to die in depression in our own sect!

"Fellow Taoists! I came here today just to ask for an explanation from the Wan Yun Sect!

"Now we are all here and let them fight!"

Immediately afterwards, a group of old immortals and old true immortals with white beards and hair and declining vitality and blood rushed out from the group of weapon refiners, and they opened their mouths and shouted emotionally.

There aren't many foul words, but some of them are really hard to hear.

The elders of Wanyun Sect each frowned.

They can only try to scare these people. If they really attack these weapon refiners, the sect's reputation will be completely ruined.

Even Wanyun Sect didn't need to take action. They just had to show off and let these old men and women throw themselves to the ground, pretending to be seriously injured;

With so many casual cultivators around, the Wanyun Sect's reputation as bullying the weak was confirmed.

The other party's purely rogue move made the elders of Wan Yun Sect who had been practicing in seclusion for a long time not sure how to resist.

The group of old men from the weapon refining sect continued to curse, and the curses became more and more unpleasant.

On the awning boat in the sky, Li Ping'an looked at this situation and suddenly laughed out loud.

Wenrou hurriedly asked: "Nephew Ping'an, does he have any way to solve this dilemma?"

Li Ping'an turned his head and glanced at the master who was sitting quietly in the canopy of the boat, and said with a smile: "I'm not very good at dealing with this situation, and I don't have a good way yet."

"Then why are you laughing?"

"I'm just laughing. The top weapon refiner in Tiantian Men has such rogue methods."

Li Ping'an smiled and sighed:

"It's really difficult to deal with such an enemy.

"Generally, it is very difficult for large sects to put down their dignity. They have to hold on to it and care about the dignity of the sect.

"But this Tiantian Clan doesn't care at all. It uses both overt and covert tactics. It's really a shameless enemy."

Wenrou whispered: "Father also said that the Tiantian Clan is extremely difficult to deal with, and its background is very deep... Why haven't you shown up yet?"

"Father should be suppressed by the ancestor, I guess."

Li Ping'an shook his head gently:

"If there is no perfect way to deal with this situation, it would be better for my father not to show up.

"well!

"I don't know if this Tiantian Sect will really make these old men who are half-buried in the ground shed some blood. If it is really blood-stained in the Wanyun Sect, it will really be disgusting for his grandma to open the door for the sick. It's disgusting."

Wenrou Tianxiantan chuckled softly: "Don't always learn these witticisms from your father, because your father will always make jingles."

Li Pingan sneered and continued to observe the expressions of the outer disciples.

He had already found two or three people with strange looks, wrote down their names on the jade talisman, and later asked Elder Yan Sheng to arrange an investigation.

At this moment, something unexpected happened below.

An old man cursed Wan Yunzong, suddenly clutched his chest, trembled all over, couldn't breathe, and fell backwards.

The fellow traveler next to him quickly dodged, letting the old man fall onto the clouds.

The spiritual energy around the old man's body was rapidly disintegrating. The outgoing breath was long and the incoming breath was short. It was as if his Tao body was about to decay and die naturally!

Li Ping'an had several black lines hanging on his forehead.

He smiled bitterly and said: "I'm really afraid of what will happen."

"Alas," Wenrou Tianxian said in a low voice, "Although it is inappropriate to say this, these Qi refiners are dying, and they still come out to do such things, and even risk their own reputation for life. The Tiantianmen is really too

Too much."

"Um."

Li Ping'an responded and lowered his head to think about the solution to the matter.

Before he could come up with an idea, several beautiful figures flew out of Wan Yun Sect.

True Immortal Qingxu and three ordinary middle-aged fairies from Caiyun Peak protected a figure that Li Pingan was very familiar with and fell directly beside the dying old man.

Li Ping'an took a closer look, who was it if it wasn't Mu Ningning?

He subconsciously wanted to send a message to remind Mu Ningning to be careful - the weapon refiners of the Hundred Sects would not allow them to get close to the old Qi Refiner, because the other party wanted someone to die in front of the gate of Wanyun Sect.

But the True Immortal of Caiyun Peak beside Mu Ningning had already shouted:

"Li Mu's daughter is here, who dares to stop her!"

The hundred sects of weapon refiners couldn't help but look at each other, but many of them remembered the previous rumors that it seemed that the daughter of Limu had been resurrected.

For a time, no one among the thousands of weapon refiners dared to stop Mu Ningning.

Limu, a divine general of the Yellow Emperor, one of the two prime ministers, led his army to fight Chiyou to the death and was a major contributor to the battle of Zhulu.

Even when the founder of the Tiantian Sect comes, he must bow his head to Mu Ningning in a polite manner and say "Your Majesty".

When the four Caiyun Peak True Immortals stood still, Mu Ningning had already arrived beside the old man.

She sighed softly and didn't say anything more. She just followed her inner thoughts, spread her skirt and knelt down next to the old man, and took the initiative to hold the old man's hand with a catkin.

A soft ballad hummed from the tip of Mu Ningning's nose, and the notes turned into wisps of fairy light and merged into the old man's forehead.

The old man opened his eyes and looked at Mu Ningning, with a look of confusion in his lifeless eyes.

The old man suddenly saw it.

He saw the figures of his parents appearing on the clouds, saw several masters who had led him to practice weapon refining, and saw a person who had been by his side but left first.

The old man murmured: "Thank you..."

Mu Ningning didn't say much, and the ancient ballad became more and more gentle.

A faint golden light spread from the old man's body and floated towards the clouds.

The old man slowly closed his eyes, with a calm smile on his lips.

The soul returns to the wilds.

The heart can be at peace.

Someone next to me suddenly said out loud: "It's the rumor of the souls of our clan returning from ancient times!"

Mu Ningning looked down at the old man's face, put the old man's palms back in front of him and folded them, slowly stood up, and made a gesture with his head down.

A ray of fairy light fell, and the old man's flesh and blood filled again.

Mu Ningning asked softly: "Doesn't he have any disciples here?"

"Yes! Here it is! It's Pindao!"
To be continued...