Tiande Zong Qingming Peak, on this lawn that is always illuminated by soft clouds, the graceful figures of two women in white gauze fly up and down, like two white butterflies dancing on the grass. The women who look mature and demure have slender hands.

As soon as he looked around, a ray of light flew from the clouds in the sky and fell into his green left hand. With a little pressure on his right hand, he blocked the fierce attack of another slightly green woman. "Okay, Xinran, someone sent a jade box. Let's

See what it is?"

Tong Xinran fell to the ground, her smart eyes stared at the foot-long jade box in Qingming's hand and said, "Master, has one of your uncles come to give you something again?"

The green tea fell, as if a fairy had descended into the world. Her delicate snow-white jade feet did not step on the lawn but raised a finger: "You little girl, your glib tongue must have been taught by that bastard!"

Qing Ming smiled softly and had a quiet temperament that Tong Xinran could not match. Qing Ming opened the jade box, the smile on her face grew stronger, she handed the jade box to Tong Xinran and said: "It's not some 'Uncle Master', it's

This is from your worried little lover."

Tong Xinran took the jade box and was startled when she saw an ordinary butcher's knife lying in the box. When she heard the master's teasing, she couldn't help but blushed and said: "Master, the person who sent you didn't say it was mine, brother.

I won’t do such boring things.”

As she spoke, her originally shy smile turned solemn and thoughtful. Qingming felt something was wrong when she heard Tong Xinran say this. "Master, last time you didn't say that my brother and a few of his friends were going on a sect mission together.

He's not back yet? I know my brother's character. He wouldn't be so bored as to send me something like this, let alone you! Something must have happened to my brother!"

Tong Xinran suddenly became anxious and a little at a loss. Qingming picked up the butcher's knife and felt it silently for a moment and said: "A strange, hidden micro-formation. I'm not good at this thing. I'll follow my teacher to find that coward Qingyun."

"Senior Brother Qingyun, if you run away again, your apprentice will be gone!"

When Qing Ming and Tong Xinran arrived at Zizhu Peak not far away, Qing Ming felt that Qing Yun was sneaking away from the back mountain and raised her voice.

The next moment, the figure of Master Qingyun appeared in front of the two of them, and said with an embarrassed expression: "I'm just going to get some wine, Junior Sister Qingming, don't talk nonsense!"

Seeing Qing Ming's half-smiling face, and Tong Xinran's anxious face beside him, the old man said sternly: "What's wrong? Did that brat get into trouble again?"

Qingming handed him the butcher knife, and Qingyun reached out to take it. When he saw the knife, he already knew in his heart that Duan De must have a problem that he couldn't solve. He knew Duan De's character better than Tong Xinran.

For a moment, he felt that the butcher's knife turned into powder and disappeared in his hand. A shadow bead appeared in his hand, and his consciousness sank for a moment.

Qing Ming clearly felt that he, who had not been angry for a long time, was somewhat unable to control his cultivation. He frowned and waved a thin film to cover Tong Xinran. Tong Xinran looked at the slightly slovenly old Taoist and the space around him was like ripples in the water.

Swinging away, the clouds under their feet that had been shrouded all year round and never dissipated gradually followed the ripples around him and set off tsunami-like cloud waves, revealing the mountains, forests and rivers under the clouds. Although she was protected by her master, she still felt depressed and uncomfortable in her heart, and Qing Qing

In her eyes, Yun's figure seemed to grow taller and taller than the sky.

"Very good! Zixiao, you are very capable! This is the sect under your management!"

After looking at the photo beads, Qingyun Lao Dao shot out two red rays of light from his eyes and disappeared into the clouds in the distance. He squeezed out a word with a ferocious expression and disappeared. Qing Ming's beautiful eyes looked at the direction where the red light disappeared with admiration.

, murmured: "This is you in my mind. I don't know which unlucky ones will be dead this time."

"Master, why are your face so red? What should I do, brother?" Tong Xinran watched the old Taoist disappear, and the pressure in her heart disappeared as she looked at the master who looked infatuated and asked.

Qing Ming covered her face in embarrassment and said, "Really? It's okay. Not everyone can offend your brother's master. Let's just go home and wait."

Many peak owners of Tiande Sect's 365th Peak felt Dao Qingyun's momentum and endless anger in an instant, and they all looked towards the direction of the sect's main peak. A fat man who looked like a mortal landlord and an old rich man was sitting on a table that looked like a huge gold ingot.

At the peak of the mountain, he said to a middle-aged man dressed as a master next to him: "Go to the sect master peak to find out who made Immortal Chi Lian go crazy. Hey, if he doesn't show his power for hundreds of years, no one will remember his nickname."

The middle-aged master said: "Four hundred years ago, that incident was listed as taboo by various sects. I'm afraid not many people can remember it. Father, I will go and find out right now."

This master is skinny, and I don't expect him to be the son of a fat man who is several times his size. Their Jinyuan Peak is not as small as Zizhu Peak and Qingming Peak, and there are not only two people there. The entire Jinyuan Peak is probably not more than a few hundred feet tall.

The pavilions and pavilions above are extremely luxuriously decorated, with gold and jade inlaid far beyond those of a mortal palace. There are many people with varying levels of cultivation. The fat man is Zhu Zheng, the master of Jinyuan Peak. Duan De will definitely not be unfamiliar with him if he sees him. This Zhu Zheng is actually

Like an enlarged version of Zhu Jiao, Zhu Jiao is actually Zhu Zheng's only grandson.

There were also spies in other peaks, and soon the spies came back with a piece of news that made them angry! People from the demon clan had actually lurked under their noses, and some even colluded with the demon clan to do evil to the sect! The entire Tiande

Zongzong was in a sensation, and a bloodbath was inevitable, but these things could not affect Duan De and the others who were far away in the mortal world.

A hill on the outskirts of Suiyang City has been completely destroyed, and there are deep holes and ravines everywhere. Zhu Jiao's clothes are in tatters, exposing layers of fat. He is lying at the bottom of a pit, panting. An old man with white beard and white hair in green clothes has his feet.

Stepping on a flying sword that lingered with white light, it stood above him in the air with a calm mind. He cupped his hands and smiled and said: "My little fellow Taoist, I accept it."

Several other fellow sufferers who were treated similarly in the distance were either lying on the ground or hanging on trees and collapsed. There were also several Taoist cultivators with different appearances standing in the sky. Duan De stood on the top of the mountain outside and watched these few people silently.

A young man and a woman who had been tortured to pieces, and beside him was Taoist Qingyang, who was the chief of Suiyang City and was enshrined in the temple.

Duan De found Zhang Ding half a month ago and promised that each of the training monks in the city would receive a tailor-made medium-grade spiritual weapon and help Suiyang City build a city defense formation. In return, he asked him to contact the monks in the city to help with training. Zhang Ding knew that

After Duan De gained his skills, he and the monks who enshrined Qingyang were all overjoyed and invited the monks in the city. The city was originally composed of some unmotivated monks who had low-grade spiritual weapons. It was good enough to have a low-grade spiritual weapon. Only Master Qingyang had the only one among them.

A middle-grade Qingyang Sword, if you hear such a good thing come to your door, why not accompany it?

They all readily agreed. Qingyang has the highest level of cultivation in the city and is at the peak of the foundation building stage. However, he is old and has exhausted his potential and has no chance of reaching the golden elixir in this life. However, he is quite righteous and is deeply loved by the monks in the city. Qingyang is watching

He looks quite healthy, with a tall figure, white beard and black hair, and kind eyes, but his complexion is a little gloomy, which shows that his life is approaching. "Fellow Daoist Duan, your friends are too immature in terms of qualifications and experience, so why are you different?"

The city lord was short in stature, with pale eyebrows and narrow eyes, thick lips and a tapered face. He looked like it was written all over his face that he was not a good person. In fact, he was not a bad person. He turned around and smiled until his eyes were slit and said: "That's very good."

! That’s right! Even offering sacrifices can only be tied with you. You are two small realms apart. Although I am not a monk, I know that the difference in strength between your two levels of foundation-building monks is like a big realm difference!"

Taoist Qingyang raised his hand and said: "City Lord, please don't try to harm this poor Taoist. Fellow Taoist Duan has kept his hand. If life and death are at stake, I will definitely not be the best enemy of Fellow Daoist Duan!"

Duan De looked at Master Qingyang and said: "Fellow Taoist Qingyang, you can't exaggerate like this. Your experience in your old life is not comparable to that of a boy. I am different from them. They grew up in the hands of their elders, but I was left behind by the master."

The big ones are cooked in the pot, and besides, they don’t have as much experience as I do.”

"I know that in the realm of cultivators, weapon refining and formation Dao are inseparable. I didn't expect Fellow Daoist Duan to achieve such an achievement at such a young age. Fellow Taoist Duan is now a spiritual formation master and a weapon refining master. I have been a fool for more than two hundred years.

I have never heard of such a young double master. The city lord has made great achievements this time, and the king will definitely reward you greatly!"

It is true that ordinary weapon refiners are not weak formation masters, but there is a big difference between professional formation masters and formation masters who only need to inscribe in spiritual weapons. Spiritual weapon masters are at most a branch of the formation master.

"Array Master", for example, a great master who can refine spiritual treasures can carve quite a few formations into the treasures, but if you ask him to expand the formations into the same large-scale spiritual formation,

He cannot arrange it, which means that if there is a formation diagram, he can only use it to refine weapons, but cannot realize it into a formation. Duan De basically went his own way. From the beginning, he only had ideas about refining weapons and learned formations.
Chapter completed!