Don't forge soldiers during the day, don't fight treasures at night, is the rule of the treasure fighting conference over the years, and don't forge soldiers during the day because under the clear light of the cold night, it shows the magic and weirdness of the blade equipment. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info does not fight at night, for the fairness of the event, in front of everyone's eyes, you are willing to gamble, willing to gamble and lose. At this moment, it is the moment when the clouds are wandering, the plough moon shuttles, and the layers of moonlight are floating on the Doudan field, and the hundreds of thousands of people from various sects around them have not left because of the arrival of the night, but have stopped the noise of the day, quietly watching the busy figures on the Doudan field, looking forward to the beginning of another feast of eye blessings. These figures methodically removed the eighty-eight sixty-four alchemy furnaces, and then the ice spirit real person waved his sleeves, and in an instant a few zhang high position in the void above the field, there was a beautiful jade mountain with a cliff level, the size was no more than a zhang high, slowly rotating, Wanhua flowed, shining with beautiful colors under the moonlight, a waterfall hung on the top of the mountain, like a yarn like practice, fluttering with the wind, under which a pool of secluded pools, green waves surged, cold smoke curling. The auspicious clouds around the jade mountain are entangled, the clouds and smoke in the mountain are curling, the faint green wood repairs the bamboo pieces, the occasional or the spirit bird leaps and shuttles, only the pond waterfall is clear, the others are hazy, although the mountain is not big, but it is extremely eyesight, and it cannot be the ultimate.

The shore of the pond is slightly wide, and there are twenty-three quaint open-air forging stone rooms on it, and there is a forging furnace, a stainless steel giant axe, and a Xuanyang diamond crystal cutting board in each stone room.

The Ice Spirit True Man looked around at the people of the various sects around him, stared at the Void Strange Mountain and said in a loud voice: "This is a Martial Cultivation Realm I have sent to the Xuan Realm, called Piaoyuan. At this time, it is already the time to enter the time, please send each faction to send a forging division to enter the forging army, tomorrow morning sunrise is limited, still as in the past, the top three will be evaluated, and the one with the best quality wins!" Everyone stared at it, and it turned out to be a teleportation circle that had entered the abyss.

Under the moonlight, the forging divisions of the Sixteen Immortal Sects, the three major families and the four major sects, first the forging divisions of the Sixteen Immortal Sects and the three major families jumped on the teleportation array one after another, turned into a blue light, and instantly shot into the abyss, and then the forging divisions of the Xuanling Gate of the Four Great Sects, Wenyang Palace, Shura Temple and Qingxin Dao also walked towards the teleportation array.

On the side of the Xuanling Gate, there was a third-stage high-level forging master, an elder-level figure under the Fire Dragon True Sect, with a strong body, elegant demeanor, and a flying spirit, known as the Sword Forging Immortal Jun Yi Feiyang. On the field of Wenyang Palace is a famous disciple of the Immortal Forging Ancestor, Forging Changhong, who is a fifth-stage middle-level forging division. The appearance of the Shura Temple is a tall and round-shouldered monk with a big face, listening to the discussion in the crowd, this person is called the god Luo Changtianfei, the Buddha name is wide and empty, and he is a three-stage high-level forging division. Qingxin Dao is a handsome descendant, dressed in a green robe, with shimmering eyes, and a shy face, but the name is not small, the fairy world is called the Demon Forging God and the Cutting Realm Firmament, and he is a four-stage elite forging master.

In the darkness, the son of Wenyang, who has always been cold and cold, has not been able to eliminate the resentment of losing the gamble, his fists clenched loudly, his eyes were bloodshot, and he shot towards the Xuanling Gate, especially the infinite hatred of that Liu Yanlang, and at the same time the thoughts in his mind were spinning rapidly. When he saw that the forging master in his sect was about to shoot into the teleportation array, he suddenly let out an earth-shattering shout: "Slow!" The voice was so high and cold that hundreds of thousands of disciples of various sects were shocked by this sudden shout. In an instant, the silence of the moonlit night was broken, and the disciples of various factions couldn't help but boil again, tiptoeing to look at Gongzi Wenyang.

Hearing the sound of Wenyang Gongzi's loud shouting, the three peak masters of Xuanling Gate, the Ice Spirit Real Man, the Good Habit Scholar, the other peak masters, and the Fire Dragon Real Man, Zixiao Real Man, and Aoyu Real Man who returned to the venue were all stunned, and couldn't help but cast confused eyes.

Master Ciyuan and the Pure Heart Daoist on the south side were also deeply surprised, and a sense of foreboding faintly rose in their hearts. A moment later, the two of them confirmed their inference.

I saw the son of Wenyang, with a cold face and frost, and walked into the arena majestically, glanced at the surrounding dignitaries of various sects, and then his eyes fell straight on Liu Lianlang, the peak master of the Xiaotian Peak of Xuanlingmen, and said sarcastically: "During the day, the master of the Liu Dynasty Peak has excellent Dan skills, and he is willing to admit defeat, but he is not finished with the gambling interest, and he still wants to gamble with the Lord of the Liu Dynasty, but I don't know if the Lord of the Liu Dynasty Peak dares to respond!"

Hearing this, Master Ciyuan and the Pure Heart Daoist smiled bitterly again, and secretly sighed in their hearts that this person was so unfairy, so unforgiving, wouldn't it be a form of remorse.

When Bingluo Zhenren heard Wenyang Gongzi's words, and directly asked Liu Yinglang, the acting peak master, to challenge, he was dissatisfied, but he didn't say anything, but set his eyes on Liu Lianlang.

Liu Lianlang also replied to the gaze cast by the head of the peak master and the peak masters, and then waved to the prince of Wenyang: "Since the prince of Wenyang has such a good xing, you might as well make it clear, how do you and I gamble, and what do you bet on?" If I remember correctly, all the treasures and elixir treasures you brought with you made a bet when you fought the pill, and now what are you betting with me?"

"That's right!" echoed from the crowd.

"Haha, that's true, do you think that my dignified Wenyang Gongzi will rely on your bet and fail! I just asked you if you dare to bet with me first, as for what to bet on, it will naturally convince you!" Wenyang Gongzi seemed to regain his smug expression, and looked at the curious people around him with disdain.

In fact, Liu Xianlang originally planned that after the end of the Yi Bao Conference, except for the five alchemists, all the other treasures would be secretly returned, after all, Wenyang Palace is a big faction in the fairy world, and from the bottom of his heart, he doesn't want his personal grudge to make Xuanlingmen and Wenyang Palace have too much grudge, which is extremely unfavorable to the relationship between the various sects, which should also be the common thought of all the sects and dignitaries here. But this Wenyang prince is unrelenting, and he has the viciousness of putting people to death and then being fast, so why should such a person be sympathetic. As for the sect disputes, there have been many times since then, and it is understandable that he is a junior who has just stepped into the immortal sect, and he is not thoughtful.

Thinking of this, Liu Lianlang smiled heartily: "Haha, since Gongzi Wenyang insists on this, then I, Liu Lianlang, don't know how to lift up, wouldn't it make the world laugh, okay! I promise you, you say, how to bet, what to bet!"

When Gongzi Wenyang heard this, his heart couldn't help but fluctuate, thinking that I don't believe it, you kid has made a god practice the elixir, and you can also forge a magical weapon, maybe you won't be able to do it at all. And since he was a child, he has been familiar with the mysteries of heaven and earth, and he has been impregnated by countless skilled craftsmen in the sect, and he is proficient in the art of forging soldiers, with a total of nine sections and twenty-seven forging divisions, and he is already at the level of the fifth stage, far exceeding every forging division who is about to play, and it is more than enough to beat you kid, unless you are a forging soldier is above the level of the forging king.

Glancing at Liu Zhilang, Gongzi Wenyang laughed and said: "Naturally, it is the art of forging soldiers, so you and I will go on the field in person, show our talents, and all wins and losses will be subject to the forged divine soldiers!" As for the bets!" As he spoke, Gongzi Wenyang, a little empty, the ten zhang void position in the field suddenly burst out of the emerald cold light, which made people unable to look at it directly, enveloping the entire cultivation field, after the emerald cold light burst for a while, it slowly condensed, and finally condensed into a zhang Yu Cuihong giant sword in the void after a long groan, trembling.

"Sky Sword!" someone in the crowd shouted out the name of the sword in surprise. As soon as the sky came out, ten thousand demons died, and the Sky Sword was an immortal weapon left behind when the Flood Wilderness Sword Immortal was ascended to immortality, with ice jade attributes, after countless battles between the demons and demons, and countless demons and demons were killed. Since the sky soared, this sword has caused people of various factions to compete several times, but the fairy sword recognized the master, never met the new master it identified, and once lost its trace, rumors sank to the bottom of the South Sky Ocean. Hundreds of millions of years later, a giant beast in Nantianyang demonized into an immortal, and one day he made waves, turning this sword over the shore, and was obtained by a naughty child surnamed Wenyang by the ocean. Because this sword is refined by the Nine Heavens Galaxy Jade Jade, the whole body is emerald **** drops, it is good-looking, since then this child can't put it down, as a toy all day long, after adulthood, passed on to his descendants, after more than 100 generations, and finally fell into the hands of a child called Wenyang Qiongjie, this son is smart and smart, and it should have a fate with this sword, by chance, he broke the seal on this sword, and obtained the cultivation of the sword. After tens of thousands of years, Wenyang Palace has been in the grand cause of today's fairy world, and the Sky Sword has been sealed in the Sky Palace for Wenyang Palace because the fairy world is relatively peaceful, and it is quiet and peaceful.

But what is unimaginable is that Wenyang Palace has such a sectarian artifact, how can it appear on the body of Wenyang Gongzi, whether it is inherited or Wenyang Gongzi broke the seal and took it privately, which made the dignitaries of the various sects present doubtful. However, no matter how magical the Sky Sword is, it is a thing of Wenyang Palace after all, and it is not the turn of outsiders to intervene, so they have to watch the excitement.

With such a bet, Master Ciyuan, the Pure Heart Daoist, the peak masters of the Xuanling Sect, and the dignitaries of the three major families and the Sixteen Immortal Sects all stared at Liu Lianlang intently to see how he responded.

Let's ask the fairy world today, how much can be compared with the Sky Sword, and the dignitaries of each faction have a clear bottom in their hearts. Therefore, this bet, including Xuanlingmen, decided that Liu Zhilang was lost. Because Sensei said that he was trying the art of forging soldiers, he couldn't even take out the bet.

However, to the surprise of the sect dignitaries present, Liu Lianlang saw the Firmament Sword, not only was he not panicked, his face was calm, he looked at the Firmament Sword more curiously than anyone else, and admired it again and again, as if he had forgotten that he was going to make a bet.

Seeing the surroundings, especially the dignitaries of various sects, looking at the Sky Sword in surprise, Gongzi Wenyang completely forgot the pain of Doudan's failure, his face returned to a smug expression, and his wrists became flexible, leisurely fanning the Split Cloud Fan, looking at Liu Lianlang with disdain, just waiting for him to retreat in the face of difficulties, and obediently hand over everything he had won during the day.

Liu Lianlang seemed to have forgotten the world around him, indulging in the wonderful and beautiful splendor of the sky, so that the people around him thought he was stupid or deliberately looking for a reason to avoid it.

Liu Lianlang is naturally not stupid, when he is intoxicated by the wonderful sword brilliance of the sky, his heart is churning turbulently, and he is making a difficult choice between gambling and not betting. Liu Lianlang knew very well that he should make such a bet, and the most convincing bet on his body was the Soul Conjuring Sword, but this sword would definitely cause an even greater uproar. The people of the Mentor Realm have repeatedly warned themselves not to show their treasures at will, otherwise they will bring death at least and cause mutiny in the fairy world. Or break the contract and don't gamble, but this is not Liu Yinglang's character, Liu Lianlang has always thought that the road to cultivating immortals is long, and it is difficult to move forward, and he would rather die than retreat!

But no matter how difficult the choice is, after all, it is still a choice, Liu Lianlang's eyes slowly showed a resolute color, and he raised his eyes and stared at Wenyang Gongzi, for a long time, for a long time.