The only exception is Princess Mingxiang, Ling Xian is not a character who crosses the river and demolishes the bridge.

Ling Xian and the two proposed that they wanted to apply for another cave mansion, saying that they had friends who needed to be taken care of.

This small request, the two of them have no reason to refuse.

So, Mingxiang also moved over and became Ling Xian's neighbor.

Everything went very smoothly.

In this way, more than half a year passed.

In the past half a year, Ling Xian has also lived a very fulfilling life.

Most of the time is spent refining treasures with Danhuo.

The Thousand Jiao Knife worked hard and finally succeeded in refining.

Although in the process of refining, the imprint of divine consciousness has been imprinted, but if you really want to be like a command, this is far from enough.

Natal treasures, as the name suggests, are related to the owner's soul, so they don't need to be stored in the storage bag, but should be included in the Dantian Purple Mansion and cultivated with the natal flame.

The longer this process is, the closer the connection between the treasure and the owner's spirit, and naturally, it will be able to exert greater power.

Ordinary immortal cultivators usually start to refine the natal treasure after the second heavenly tribulation, and if they cultivate to the late stage of Jindan, at least the natal magic weapon should have been cultivated for more than a hundred years.

Compared to them, Ling Xian was far behind.

As the saying goes, shame leads to courage.

So in the past half a year, where does he dare to have the slightest slackness.

Fortunately, Ling Xian was not an ordinary immortal cultivator, and his strength was far from being reasonable.

At this moment, he was sitting cross-legged in a quiet room in the cave.

His eyes were closed, his body was covered in blue glass, and his hands were flat on his knees.

There was a flame the size of an egg floating in front of his chest.

This flame is pale golden in color.

There were countless runes the size of rice grains lingering on the surface.

It's not trivial at first glance.

Ling Xian's hands fluttered like butterflies through flowers, and when he opened his mouth, a dazzling blue light erupted.

The Thousand Jiao Knife looked like it was the size of a leaf, and then it was wrapped in layers of golden light and flames.

Needless to say, Ling Xian was sacrificing his natal treasure.

It is different from ordinary people who are thrown directly into the Dantian Purple Mansion.

Ling Xian is to release the magic weapon. At the same time, the Heavenly Phoenix Divine Fire was applied.

This method of sacrifice is undoubtedly ingenious.

However, the results are surprisingly good.

One day of sacrifice can be compared with the effect of half a month in the dantian.

Ling Xian was overjoyed.

This is really a nowhere to find the iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get it.

This method of refining the magic weapon with the Heavenly Phoenix Divine Fire was undoubtedly tried out in his spare time.

Originally, it was just a whim, with the mentality of giving it a try.

I didn't expect the effect to be surprisingly good.

Ling Xian was overjoyed. Such a great opportunity will naturally not be passed up.

So for the next half a year, I was carefully refining the treasures.

More than six months have passed in the blink of an eye.

Although in terms of proficiency, there is still no way to compare with the monks of the same rank.

But people are content.

It's good to have the effect we have now.

......

On this day, Ling Xian Ling Xian was in retreat and cultivation in the cave mansion.

Suddenly, there was a faint commotion in my ears.

Ling Xian was slightly surprised.

Here, it's the power of the Scattered Cultivation Alliance.

And the place where his cave is located is the most important core place, without permission. It is impossible for idle people and others to enter.

How can anyone make a noise here?

Except for curiosity or curiosity.

After practicing in retreat for so long, Ling Xian was somewhat tired, as the saying goes, work and rest are combined.

So he decided to go out and see what was going on.

Don't say that Ling Xian is boring, people, who doesn't like to watch the excitement.

So Ling Xian stood up.

Walked out like a cave.

That's where the noise came from.

Soon out of the cave.

I actually saw more than a dozen immortal cultivators.

Most of them wore the clothes of the Loose Cultivation Alliance.

The cultivation is very low, and the tasks he does are also miscellaneous labor.

And the other side. But they are two men and one woman, and their cultivation is all to build a foundation.

The faces of the three men were full of anxiety. He was arguing loudly about something, but he didn't dare to trespass.

This is not unusual.

Although their strength was much higher than that of the Qi Refining Cultivators who blocked them, what these people represented was, after all, the Scattered Cultivation Alliance.

If they didn't want to be the enemy of this behemoth, they wouldn't dare to break in.

These people are gossiping. For a moment, Ling Xian didn't hear clearly what they were fighting for.

So he walked over.

Ling Xian didn't release the spirit pressure.

However, the Jindan period monks are naturally different from these ordinary existences.

Soon, both sides found him.

"Participate in Elder Ling. ”

Those outer disciples of the Scattered Cultivation Alliance were shocked at first, and then hurriedly saluted in fear.

His face was full of apprehension. couldn't help but glared fiercely at those foundation building period cultivators who were going to break in, they all blamed these guys, one or two didn't know whether they were alive or dead, could this place be able to break in?

It's okay now, it disturbed Elder Ling's Qing Xiu, if he blames it, he and the rest of the people will not be able to eat and walk around.

Thinking so in their hearts, they hurriedly and secretly looked at Ling Xian's face.

Fortunately, it seems that the other party is not angry, and those outer disciples can't help but secretly breathe a sigh of relief, but they are still extremely worried in their hearts.

And at this moment, a rough but anxious voice came into his ears: "Elder Ling, dare to ask seniors, but the surname is Ling Mingxian?"

"Yes, you know me?"

Ling Xian's eyes narrowed slightly, and a hint of surprise appeared on his face.

Immortal cultivators usually have the ability to remember.

The big man in front of him, as well as the two companions next to him, Ling Xian could be 100% sure that he didn't recognize him, so how could he know himself?

Could it be an immortal cultivator of the Heavenly Flavor Sect?

Although Ling Xian was not what he used to be, and he was no longer so afraid of the Heavenly Flavor Sect, it was still a big trouble to be really approached by the other party.

Then, a hint of alarm flashed across his face.

But then, he shook his head again.

No, although these few in front of them will survive a heavenly tribulation, no matter from that aspect, they don't look like the children of the sect family, they are just ordinary casual cultivators.

As if seeing the doubts in Ling Xian's heart, the rough-looking man hurriedly explained: "Senior Ling, in Xia Shen Hao, is a friend of the Feng brothers and sisters, the two of them are in distress, and they have come to ask the seniors to come to the rescue. ”

"Brother and sister Feng, do you mean Feng Qiao and Feng Hao?" Ling Xian raised his eyebrows.

"Yes, it's them. ”

Da Hanru grabbed the life-saving straw and said in affirmation.

When Ling Xian heard this, a hint of gloom flashed on his face, but he didn't hesitate any longer, but said lightly: "Even so, you don't have to stop it, come in and say okay." ”

"Yes. ”

Those few Qi Refining Cultivators of the Scattered Cultivation Alliance were busy bowing and saluting, Ling Xian was a monk in the late stage of Jindan, and he was also in the position of Elder Keqing, it was not an exaggeration to say that he was in a high position, and since he said this, of course they didn't dare to have any doubts.

Hurriedly bow down to make way.

So a small dispute was reduced to invisibility. (To be continued.) )