The breeze blew gently, Zhang Qiang and others looked at Chen Feng nervously, but Chen Feng ignored them.┏26nbsp;┓
Time passed, and an hour passed in the blink of an eye. Just when a few people were bored, the sky was filled with glowing light, auspicious birds were galloping, and a huge wooden boat appeared on the top of the sea of clouds.
"Here we come!" Wang Zun looked serious, straightened his robes, and stood solemnly.
Chen Feng and others also followed Wang Zun's example and stood behind Wang Zun with their hands lowered.
The huge wooden boat was surging with spiritual light, and the figures on the boat were moving back and forth. It was really majestic. When the giant boat arrived at Tianyun Gate, not far from the mountain gate, Wang Zun's spiritual power suddenly appeared all over his body, and he shouted loudly.
"The person coming here is the senior disciple of Lingyun Sect and junior Shuangjue Zhenren's sect, Wang Zun!" Wang Zun's voice was loud and loud, shaking the valley. His yellow robe was dancing in the wind. Coupled with his handsome face, he looked majestic.
"Haha, it turns out that it's Brother Yang's beloved disciple, the great elder of Lingyun Sect, Wang Feng, who specially brought his disciples to attend this grand event!"
On the wooden boat, there was an old man with a long beard that reached his chest. His eyes were filled with spiritual light. Although his voice was not loud, it was very clear to everyone's ears.
After the old man reported his name, Wang Zun's expression changed, and he bowed and said: "It turns out to be Master Guangling. I'm so polite, junior! Please come from the mountains!"
After saying that, Wang Zun looked at Master Guangling with a smile, and then raised his hand behind him in a gesture of invitation.
Master Guangling laughed, tapped the air with one hand, and the huge wooden boat slowly landed. When the wooden boat landed on the ground, Master Guangling moved his sleeves and the wooden boat disappeared, and hundreds of people appeared in front of Wang Zun and others.
Chen Feng was secretly stunned when he saw it. The spiritual power required to control such a big wooden boat would not be too little. Besides, Lingyun Gate is thousands of miles away from Tianyun Mountain. How much spiritual power is needed to control it?
Strong support?
The wooden boat disappeared, and Master Guangling led a group of Lingyun Sect disciples towards the Tianyun Sect's mountain gate.
Wang Zun turned to look at Chen Feng, nodded to Chen Feng, Chen Feng signaled, and immediately asked Zhang Qiang and others to lead the Lingyun Sect people into the mountain, and then continued to wait at the mountain gate with Wang Zun.
A day passed in the blink of an eye, and outside Lingyun Sect, some cultivating families and casual cultivators who were familiar with the exchange meeting between the two sects also came one after another.
Accompanied by Wang Zun, Chen Feng did not make any mistakes. As for Zhang Qiang and others, after seeing that Chen Feng did not do anything to them, their fears disappeared. In their opinion, although Chen Feng entered the inner courtyard,
But deep down, he is still the same disciple from the Zaoyuan who allows others to bully him.
It was getting late, and Chen Feng gained a little more spiritual energy after saying that the mission was completed, and followed Wang Zun back to Shuangjue Courtyard. Although Chen Feng was not very tired after a day of standing, he still wanted to get ready early.
He wanted to go back to practice, so he said goodbye to Wang Zun, then turned around and returned to the room.
Chen Feng returned to the room and had just taken off the Tianyun Gate attendant. Suddenly, there were two clear knocks on the door. Chen Feng was slightly startled, looked at the door in surprise, and asked: "Who?"
"Senior Brother Chen, Master, please come over!" The childish voice of the gatekeeper came to Chen Feng's ears. Chen Feng frowned. He didn't know what Yang Mingju wanted to do with him, but he still put on his clothes and went out to follow the boy.
Walked towards Yang Mingju's room.
In the luxurious and elegant room, the lights were bright, and Yang Mingju was sitting on the soft couch with a smile on his face, but Chen Feng somehow felt an indescribable sense of danger whenever he and Yang Mingju were together.
It's as if there is a ferocious beast hidden under this kind-looking body.
"Master, are you looking for me?" Chen Feng looked at Yang Mingju respectfully, hoping to find the reason for his discomfort on the other person's face.
"Yes! All previous exchange conferences will be divided into three parts. In the first part, the two factions will spend one month to jointly study immortal magic and Taoism. In the second part, it will take one month to trade items. In the third part, it will last as long as
One month of trial cliff trial."
Having said this, Yang Mingju paused slightly and said again: "When the two sects of immortal arts are exchanging, everyone can challenge each other to learn from each other. Although casualties are strictly prohibited, the competition between immortal arts is extremely dangerous and casualties are inevitable. For the sake of the teacher,
You are still a beginner and are worried, so I sent you here today to give you some elixirs to help you with your cultivation!"
After Yang Mingju said this, his mind swept through Najie, and more than a dozen red saffron pills appeared on his palm.
Chen Feng's whole body was shocked, and his heart was filled with ecstasy. What he lacks most now is time. With these red flower pills, I believe that the time to break through the third level of the Qi training period will be greatly shortened.
"Disciple thanks Master!" Chen Feng bowed, hurriedly stepped forward, respectfully took the red flower pill from Yang Mingju's hand, and looked at it carefully.
Red flower pills, the whole body is red, spiritual light appears on the pills, faint spiritual energy is constantly coiling around the pills, and a touch of red pill fragrance lingers on the tip of the nose.
Chen Feng sighed in his heart, hey! Fake pills can never be true. Look at the pills he refined from waste pills, and the pills refined by the alchemist. There is a huge difference.
"Well, since the pill has been delivered to you, then you can go back. Don't put too much pressure on yourself. With your strength, no one should challenge you. Take the time to practice!"
Yang Mingju looked at Chen Feng and smiled lightly, comforting him.
Chen Feng responded respectfully and turned to leave. But when Chen Feng was about to walk out of the room, Yang Mingju thought for a while and said: "Chen Feng, this is my voucher. Take this, you can
Go to the library and choose the immortal method that suits you to practice!"
When Chen Feng heard this, he turned around and saw a yellow token in Yang Mingju's hand. Then Yang Mingju pushed it gently, and the token flew steadily to Chen Feng's side as if it was being held by something.
Chen Feng was extremely pleasantly surprised. He had wanted to find some skills for a long time, but he had never had the chance. Now, luckily, the elixir skills all came together.
After thanking Yang Mingju excitedly again, Chen Feng walked out of the room and hurried towards his residence.
Yang Ming sat cross-legged on the comfortable soft couch, dazed, and after a long while, he let out a long sigh.
"Hey! Let's do it all. I hope his spiritual roots can mutate again soon. If he can reach the fourth level, or above, hehe, I'm afraid there will be hope for forming a pill!"
After saying that, Yang Mingju carefully took out an exquisite round box from his arms. Inside the round box, he saw a red worm lying quietly inside. When Yang Mingju's eyes saw the worm, he suddenly became fanatical.
Incomparably, there was a ferocious smile on the corner of his mouth...
