On the top of the Renzhu Mountain, the spiritual vortex is still there. It has been swallowing and spitting forever. In the whirlwind, the five colors are colorful, and the red light is particularly dazzling, spreading like flowing water, like rouge, dyeing all around it with a layer of bright red.

As the distance varies, this bright red color gradually changes, first like the noon sun, then the rising sun, and finally the setting sun. From a distance, from a high altitude, the layers are clear, isolated and blended, and the natural beauty is fascinating.

A few miles away from the center of the vortex, there is a silt wall standing upright, looking like a sharp sword in the sky. Looking across, it is a section facing the direction of the spiritual vortex. Because of the right distance, all year round, every day and every four hours are covered with a touch of redness. Even in the middle of the night, it is still warm and does not fall into darkness and gloomy. At any time, you can feel the scenery and warmth like the winter afternoon. It is a rare and good place.

Here is a cliff, a nest of rock eagles. I don’t know when they started, but they relied on the large population and dared to provoke them, and occupied the place to reproduce and survive. It was really not prosperous.

Every day, under the eternal sunset light, adult rock eagles come and go to hunt, dance and court, young eagles play and exercise, and fly, and peace and tranquility are hidden in the noise.

I thought that such a life would last forever. I didn’t want to live in peace at home, but disasters came from the sky.

A few months ago, a group of monks flocked to him. Regardless of whether they were provoked or not, they killed a group of rock eagles and failed to escape.

It’s fine if you die, but there is nothing wrong with the competition for nature. Unfortunately, even if you die, you will not be purified.

The Rock Eagle is somehow considered a first-level monster, and the useful materials are naturally plundered and not mentioned. Even a good body is not wasted.

A dozen of them entered the belly of all the monks, and half of them entered Cui Ren's mouth. As for those many rock eagle eggs, they were the spoils of the monks of the Yuling Sect. They were so simple and divided up completely.

A few days later, the earth and rocks flew, and the rumbling sounds were endless and there was no calm at all. Not long after, countless caves of Dabu were densely covered with the huge cliffs, becoming the temporary residence of the monks in Qinzhou.

From then on, the lights flowed back and forth day and night, and for a moment, it was three more lively than the Rock Eagle.

These temporary caves are simply excavated and repaired, and look extremely crude, and naturally cannot be compared with those in the sect. However, even so, they are not a rash act and can be ordered.

The so-called chaos is that these caves do not pay attention to the layout, and they have never discussed any coordination.

There are three or two friends living next to each other, and some are introverted and want to open the cave road and gnaw the edge of the wall; some are dense like beehive ants, some are scattered like islands in the sea; some are spacious and open, and some are narrow and only one person can enter.

It seems simple or grand, but it is pretty good at looking at it overall, but it is simply unsightly and interprets the word "temporary" to the fullest.

The order in this chaos is also clear. As long as the top floor is raised, it takes up half a pound. The cliff area is only six caves, and you can understand one or two.

They arranged this way, but they did it spontaneously.

Since ancient times, in order to cope with the harsh environment at that time, the idea of ​​judging seniority based on cultivation and being the most respectful of strength has been deeply rooted in people's hearts, even in this irrelevant little thing, it has unconsciously followed it.

Actually, it’s no wonder they are like this. Think about it. When leaving the cave every day, I look down and see that the person who wants to salute and call Uncle Master when she meets her feet. She looks up and sees her. How embarrassing would it be? If she is held in grudges, it would be a big terrible.

On the other hand, looking up at a respectful person will make you much more natural.

Since this is the idea of ​​layout, the six caves at the highest point should be the strongest among the Qinzhou monks.

This is true. Among the six caves, there are the magical demon Tao Xiruo, Youmengying. Bai Yiyi, Feng Kuangge, Ji Zhiyun, and Zhang Fan in the Yuling Sect!

It happened that the two of them were both the most storied figures of the younger generation of Qinzhou, and they were the ones that people looked up to.

Originally, there were only five caves here. When Zhang Fan came here that day, he opened a temporary cave next to him, and he became what he is today.

No one disagrees with his actions, and even takes it for granted. Zhang Fan's amazing performance that day had already vaguely put a halo of the foundation-building person on his body, so there was naturally a reason for everyone to look up to him.

To everyone's surprise, since the cave was dug that day, Zhang Fan never appeared in front of everyone and went into seclusion.

It was at the storm but suddenly disappeared. It felt like a calm in the center of a violent tornado, making people feel indifferent and a heart hung there.

Even the monks from Yong and Liang states were quite uncomfortable with this. They were already holding a lot of energy in their hearts, but they didn't expect that the terrible figure appeared on the battlefield for several months. Later, whenever they met on a narrow road, they couldn't see this person, but they felt relieved. The taste inside was beyond words.

That's the case with the enemy, why

When you go out every day, looking up at the movements of the cave above becomes a habit.

As it was already going on, things gradually faded and became less noticeable. I didn't expect that the cave that had been sleeping a few days ago suddenly began to move, which immediately attracted everyone's attention.

These caves on the valley wall are just the temporary residences of many monks in Qinzhou, so it is naturally impossible to put too much effort into the cave ban. Except for one or two who have experience in the formation path, others usually only have two sets of formation plates, and they will leave with a little protection.

The same is true for Zhang Fan’s cave. The ordinary array plate is more like warning than protection.

In the past few days, this fragile formation began to fluctuate occasionally. At first, it took several hours. Later, it continued like boiling water, as if there was some terrifying force in it.

As soon as this situation occurred, everyone knew that Zhang Fan had made some big noise inside, and the protective formation was too fragile to cover it.

This immediately aroused everyone's interest and I observed it from time to time.

I thought Zhang Fan was practicing something that caused this, but the changes in the next few days. The aura of earth fire that emanated from time to time directly denied the answer.

Now that Zhang Fan is famous, his past has naturally been completely dug up by everyone. The identity of a weapon refining master has already entered the field of vision. At this time, it seems that he naturally thought that he was refining some powerful spiritual weapon, and that he was just like this.

This idea lasted only one or two days and was overturned by themselves.

Since the day before yesterday, the faint fragrance of medicine has been scattered on the cliffs. At first, it was unclear from the source, but later it became thicker and thicker, spreading from top to bottom, clearly walking out of Zhang Fan's cave.

It was actually refining an alchemy?! Everyone didn't understand it yet, and they suddenly realized it, and at the same time they felt something different in their hearts.

At a young age, he has been in the Tao for more than ten years and has successfully established his foundation and embarked on the path of immortality.

He has a profound cultivation level, and he is invincible. No one dares to look at him or her.

Making weapons and refining alchemy seems to be omnipotent. What else can you do between heaven and earth?

Time is mixed in my heart, I can’t explain it clearly, I don’t know if it’s jealousy or admiration.

The fragrance of medicine lingers, like hearing Shao music but not knowing the smell of meat, like the lingering orchid room, the fragrance is everywhere. It is not just the mediocre people, but also the five people standing at the top, and they can't help but look at each other.

"Yunling Pill?"

Youmengying's nose wings twitched for a moment, and she looked like she was not concerned. After she got to know her carefully, she suddenly changed color and suddenly sat out of the soft embrace behind her.

"This quality? It's him!"

After finding the source for a moment, my face, which looked as tender as a teenager, suddenly became gloomy.

After a moment of silence, he suddenly fell back without warning and fell heavily back into a soft spot.

"snort!"

"The first person?"

The sneer echoed in the cave and then calmed down, as if nothing had happened, only the trembling behind him, as if his delicate body, which seemed to be extremely painful, showed some of his feelings.

“What a high quality!”

"What a great alchemy technique!"

"Did you think it's a beauty?"

In the first two sentences, there was a feeling of strong people agreeing with each other and respecting each other. Later, it was full of lust.

"Beauty, do you think I'm going to find Brother Zhang to refine two top-notch yang medicines to supplement one? His alchemy technique is really good!"

"Brother Feng doesn't need to make up for it, so it can't even get up."

The voice is extremely charming, and the ending sound is as if it wants to bring people into a deep place.

"Ha, that's right."

The colorful clothes are thrown away, and the waves are rolling, and the theme of human beings never stops unfolds again.

Ji Zhiyun, Xiruo and Bai Yiyi, three are representatives of the younger generation of the three major sects in Qinzhou. They were all together, and they were drinking tea and discussing the truth. When they were very excited, they suddenly stopped.

"I really didn't expect that he was even proficient in alchemy!"

"What do you think, Sister Ji?"

Xiruo's eyes were flowing, and she seemed to be smiling but not smiling. If she wanted to see a flower in Ji Zhiyun's delicate face.

"Zeng Brother Zhang, genius, Zhiyun has always admired him

Ji Zhiyun smiled indifferently and responded steadily.

The two of them were verbally quarreled, Ling'er looked confused. She shook Bai Yiyi's arm and asked in a low voice: "Master, sister, what are they talking about?"

"Are you talking about your uncle."

After spending time together, Bai Yiyi seemed to be able to see her childhood shadow on her body, so she spoiled and took care of her in every way and took her with her wherever she went.

"Ah!" Shi Ling'er's empty eyes seemed to be covered with small stars.

Zhang Fan naturally didn't know everything outside. After several months, he buried his head in refining elixirs and almost knew what year it was in the world!
Chapter completed!