"If you fly down at the speed of fellow Taoist Zhang, it takes no time to reach the 'Hundred Refinings and Absolute Weapon Sect'. Although there are heavens outside the world of cultivation and people outside the world, with fellow Taoist's magical skills and potential that far exceeds ordinary people, you can eventually surpass those old monsters in the Nascent Soul stage who have been famous for a long time. If you don't bother with the trouble, you can a little recommend the 'Hundred Refinings and Absolute Weapon Sect'. In the moment of crisis, I will be grateful and disrespectful."

Master Bailian first looked at the scene around him, thus judging that the place is located in the direction and distance between the Bailian Juewei Sect. As a monk in the Killing Phase who has lived for hundreds of years, he naturally has a lot of experience, and at least he can travel at will in the Jade Buddha Temple. Then, he thought of the future development of the situation in the Three Star Domain and made a small request to Zhang Heng.

If it was not unexpected, Zhang Heng would at least have a place in the Samsung Domain in a few years.

Zhang Heng controlled the "Purple Yao Divine Carpet" with purple light flowing. Sometimes a lightning arc overflowed from his body, injecting into this top flight magic weapon, making a "crackling" sound. No matter how fast the flight was, the two people on the purple flying carpet were as if they were walking on flat ground and not much affected.

Hearing Master Bailian’s statement and subsequent requests, Zhang Heng did not hesitate and smiled lightly: “Zhang will do his best, but master, you should not worry, the promotion is not impossible.”

Master Bailian shook his head and said, "Unless you can get the legendary elixir of the 'Infant Transformation Pill', it is almost impossible to advance to the Nascent Soul Stage. If you have the opportunity to turn that waste spirit treasure into a real 'spiritual magic weapon', then I will give you that 'spiritual magic weapon'. I hope that fellow Taoist will take care of my disciples in a few years, and it is best to find a successor of my skills for me. I have spent hundreds of years studying the art of refining weapons in this life, and I have achieved a lot of achievements. However, due to the limitations of my cultivation and refining materials, I have not refined any shocking magic weapon. This is what I regret most in my life..."

At the end of his speech, Master Bailian's eyes turned slightly red. He took a deep breath and sparks of passion burst out in his eyes, as if he had made the final decision.

Zhang Heng understood that once the useless spiritual treasure is turned into a real "spiritual magic weapon", it will mean the end of the life of Master Bailian.

"Do you want to give him a precious 'infant transformation pill'?"

Zhang Heng was silent for a long time and could not make up his mind.

If he does not give the "Infant Transformation Pill" to the master of refining the Hundred Refinings, he will have the possibility of obtaining a "spiritual magic weapon" that will make all the peerless masters of the Three Star Domain excited, and he will not have to pay much.

But doing so will make Zhang Heng feel a little uneasy. Master Bailian treated him so frankly, and he owed him a favor, possessing "Infant Transformation Pill" in his hand, and he hid it and refused to take it out. In this way, even if he could obtain a spiritual magic weapon exchanged for Master Bailian's life in the future, he would not be calm in his heart and even be condemned by his conscience.

"Fellow Daoist Zhang, you seem to be flying in the wrong direction!"

Just as Zhang Heng was thinking, Master Bailian suddenly reminded him.

"Oh...I was distracted just now."

Zhang Heng immediately woke up and hurriedly drove the "Purple Yao Divine Carpet" and flew towards the right direction. The clouds in the sky and the mountains underground moved back at a speed visible to the naked eye. The raging wind had no effect on the two people on the flying carpet who were guarded by the purple light film.

After that, the two started chatting without a word. Time flies quickly and before it gets dark, they are about to reach their destination.

Zhang Heng's spiritual consciousness slightly swept, and he discovered a small sect of cultivation thirty or forty miles ahead. He asked Master Bailian, "The sect stationed on the mountain ahead is the 'Hundred Refinings and the ultimate weapon sect'?"

Master Bailian said without hesitation: "Yes, it's here." Then, he sighed softly: "I haven't been back for many years..."

Zhang Heng smiled and found a cultivation force about fifty or sixty miles away from the "Hundred Refinings and Juewei Sect". After a brief observation, he found that this cultivation force was not like the traditional cultivation sect.

Just as he was suspicious, Master Bailian suddenly spoke: "Can fellow Taoist discover a cultivation family near the 'Bailian Juewei Sect'?"

Zhang Heng nodded and said, "I did find a small force in cultivating, which turned out to be a cultivating sect."

"A small force for cultivating?" Master Bailian smiled bitterly: "This force is the famous Fan family in the Jade Buddha Temple. Among the forces of the cultivation family, its strength ranks second in the "Jade Buddha Temple", second only to the first-ranked "Hou Family". The comprehensive strength is not much different from the Bailian Juewei Sect, which is the small force for cultivating as mentioned by fellow Taoist Zhang..."

Hearing the self-deprecating meaning in the words of Master Bailian, Zhang Heng found that without realizing it, his vision had become higher and higher. Like ordinary third-rate and fourth-rate forces, in his eyes, they can only be described as "small forces in cultivation."

"Master, don't get me wrong. I don't mean to mock your sect..."

Zhang Heng explained that he knew that Master Bailian had a strong relationship with his sect, unlike himself and Fang Yunshan's three sects, and did not care about the rise and fall of the latter.

"Haha, I am not that narrow-minded person. Fellow Daoist Zhang doesn't have to call me "Master". You may know that my surname is Sikong and my name is Yu. You can call me Sikong Yu or Fellow Daoist Sikong."

Master Bailian said with a smile. Before he knew it, his scruples towards Zhang Heng had dissipated. The other party had the strength comparable to that of the Nascent Soul stage, but he could talk to him so easily and maintain respect for himself in his words. This is valuable. Subconsciously, he could feel that Zhang Heng was not too bad and had no hostility towards him.

"Okay, I will call you Fellow Daoist Sikong."

Zhang Heng smiled and invisibly, the relationship with Master Bailian slightly closer.

When the two were only twenty or thirty miles away from the Bailian Juewei Sect, Zhang Heng suddenly stopped and said to Master Bailian: "Before the meeting, I'd better keep my true strength and put away this top magic weapon for the time being."

Master Bailian smiled slightly, flew down from the "Purple Yao Divine Carpet", and said to Zhang Heng: "It's so good, so that my senior brother would not do anything to death before entering the secret place of the sect."

Zhang Heng waved his hand and took back the storage bag of the "Purple Yao Divine Carpet". He stepped on the silver escape light and did not even use the thunder and lightning magical powers. He flew to the distant mountain with Master Bailian.

When the two flew to the Bailian Juewei Sect, they could even hear the occasional sound of iron from the sects under their feet. Even though they were far from the top of the mountain, Zhang Heng could still feel a sense of heat.

Having mastered the fire-type magical power, he could easily detect the earth vein fire contained in the mountain range below his feet. This is already good for a small sect, but it is not worth mentioning compared to the "fire-soluble crystal cave" at the foot of the "Jiyan Gate".

Master Bailian stared at the weapon-refining sect under his feet with a complicated expression. He stood quietly for a while without speaking. Zhang Heng stood beside him. After a long time, he said, "Fellow Daoist Sikong, do you want me to call him out?"

Zhang Heng's spiritual consciousness had long been aware of the only cultivator in the "Hundred Refinings and Juewei Sect", the old man surnamed Chai.

"No, I've notified him."

Master Bailian said lightly, his eyes staring below.

Zhang Heng was slightly stunned, not paying attention to how Master Bailian informed the old man surnamed Chai in the sect below.

At this moment, a monk from the Jiedan stage flew out from a secret cave halfway up the mountain peak. His face was exactly the same as the "old man surnamed Chai" that Zhang Heng saw ten years ago. The only difference was that he seemed a little older than ten years ago.

The old man surnamed Chai has been practicing for longer than the master Bailian. At this time, he has much less life span than his junior brother. Perhaps in less than ten years, he may turn into a pile of bones and become a victim of hundreds of millions of cultivators on the way to immortality.

With the fiery red light under his feet, the old man surnamed Chai flew closer to the two of them with a hint of expectation in his eyes.

"You're the only one?"

Zhang Heng asked in a little surprise, wasn't the other party afraid that they would suddenly kill him? Zhang Heng was sure to kill the old man named Chai in front of him in a short time, but he would not take action easily until the last moment. After all, the real secret of the "Hundred Refinings and Little Weapon Sect" is in the hands of the two people in front of him. With the skill of the old man named Chai, it is impossible for him to not take corresponding precautions.

The old man surnamed Chai observed Zhang Heng a few times and found that the other party had entered the Danxing stage. He was not surprised and said lightly: "The person I invited is in the Fan family dozens of miles away. It just so happened that he will come here tonight. But the two of you came very timely. I wonder if you can reveal the secrets about the "Hundred Refinings and Juewei Sect" ten years apart?"

"Hmph, we will be so stupid. The more people we know, the fewer treasures we can get at that time, and it will even cause disasters of killing."

Zhang Heng said disdainfully, with a sense of arrogance in his words, which was what he deliberately pretended to be.

"Senior Brother Chai, there is no accident here. Can the news leak out on your side?"

Master Bailian asked with a slight sarcastic sarcasm.

"Your younger brother, don't you understand me yet? How could I do that stupid thing? Even the upcoming 'Head of Fan's family' doesn't know the whole truth."

The old man surnamed Chai said calmly and calmly, his eyes looking at Zhang Heng from time to time.

After Zhang Heng came here, he deliberately restrained his breath. At this moment, he looked like the Killing Dan stage, but the old man surnamed Chai couldn't see through which level it was in the Killing Dan stage.

At this moment, a powerful aura came from the distance, and a green light flashed, and an old man sitting on the huge demon eagle flew over. His spiritual sense swept, saw the situation here, and a hearty laugh came from his mouth.

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