Chapter 112: Yaoyang Boat

"Oh, so, the patriarch of Lianyue has planned to appoint you as the next patriarch." The virtual shadow said with great interest. The little woman in front of her doesn't seem to be outstanding at all. Although her cultivation is not weak, she is not a genius disciple: "I heard that Wu Yixue, the first genius of Guizong, is amazing. In a few months, she can step into the realm of divine soul. Her master, Mrs. Qiu Yan, is not a kind person. How can you be above them?"

"Sister Wu's Tianzi is far higher than the younger generation, but the master has another important use for her, and Uncle Qiu Yan is not in the sect. He has always had a good relationship with her family, but he is not worried about her predecessors." Murong Yanran replied softly.

"I've also heard of the name of Wu Yixue. I often hear my nephew mention her, and my nephew has long admired her. Since Guizong wants to join hands, how about adding a layer of in-law relationship?" Another great shadow opened its mouth.

"This..." Murong Yanran was a little hesitant. She was indeed highly valued in the Shinto sect, but she did not do whatever she wanted, especially this senior sister Wu. She has a strong temperament and can draw her sword without saying a word. Her martial arts cultivation is also above it. In addition to the elders, she is the person she is most afraid of in the sect.

"Huh! My nephew Tianzi, who is a nephew of my later life, is also good. In terms of appearance and character, he is even more than a first-class figure. Sooner or later, it is just a matter of stepping on the soul. Wu Yixue will not humiliate her. If he hadn't often mentioned this woman to me, I wouldn't have opened my mouth for him. The virtual shadow seemed to be a little unswerving, and its tone was heavier.

"Okay, I'll take this marriage on behalf of Wu Yixue." Murong's tone suddenly became old, and her breath also changed greatly. The white light emanated from her body, completely wrapped it, and instantly turned into a woman's virtual shadow.

"Mrs. Qiu Yan!" The six elders of the soul realm suddenly stood up.

"Ling Chongshan, your next-generation nephew is Ling Wushuang, right? This is a character. With my Yixue, we should be matched with each other. I will answer on her behalf, but you, Guigu, also need to pay some sincerity." The virtual shadow was transformed by Mrs. Qiu Yan's soul, secretly attached to Murong Yanran.

The Seventh Avenue Sect has its own regions. A famous soul master like Mrs. Qiu Yan will definitely attract the attention of people who have a heart to travel. They simply hide on the disciples under the door and wait for the opportunity to move. Otherwise, how can such a big event be the turn of a junior to make the decision?

"Oh, what kind of sincerity do you want us to give, madam?"

"It's very simple. This time you held a magic weapon birth conference here, which attracted disciples from all sides to come to watch. There are also many disciples of the Seventh Avenue Sect and the Demon Sect. As long as they stay, I will agree to the marriage of Ling Wu Yixue."

"Stay all these disciples, and you want me to become the target of public criticism!" Beigong Jian shouted angrily and almost raised his sword.

"Ha ha, the Holy King of Voldemort is a little relieved. I just want to keep them all, and I didn't say that I want you to take action." Mrs. Qiu Yan smiled.

"What does that lady mean?" Ling Chongshan looked solemn and said word by word.

"Why do Taoist friends in Chongshan need to ask knowingly, where did Yaoyang Baozhou Guizong get it from? Don't tell me that it was refined by six of you. As long as the news is released, how many people can resist the magic weapon **?

Ling Chongshan's eyes were cold: "The news of Shinto Sect is really psychic. Yes, this Yaoyang treasure boat is indeed not refined by us, but that place is extremely dangerous. Even if you and I enter with your cultivation, it is still nine deaths, and those younger people in the physical state dare to enter."

"Ha ha, what about the danger? People die for money and birds die for food. Under the heavy treasure, there are many people who are not afraid of death, not to mention that it is not necessarily a mortal situation." Mrs. Qiu Yan took out a picture scroll and toss it at Ling Chongshan.

The picture unfolded slowly in front of the six people.

"This is..." Ling Chongshan only looked at it for a few times and shouted, "How can you have a detailed map of that place?"

Another elder of Mingyu Valley also shouted, "Yes, there is no difference in location and location. This map is real." This elder is also a person who has been to that place. In contrast, the true or false judgment is made.

"Of course it's true. I don't know how many people died and how much effort it took us to make for this map." Mrs. Qiu Yan said lightly, "If it's fake, how can it attract the attention of the world?"

"What does it mean, madam, take out this map? Why don't you go there to look for treasure?" The speaker is another soul elder named Zhao Pengju. Although his cultivation is not as good as the other five people, he is the most thoughtful. At the beginning, he has not spoken, and he can't help weighing the pros and cons in his mind.

"There is no special reason. The outer layers below have almost been explored by us, and the rest are dangerous things, so we don't touch them. As for deeper places, even our suzerains dare not enter lightly." Mrs. Qiu Yan said lightly.

"Well, no wonder we haven't gained much since we entered last time. In this way, there is nothing good to fight for!" A voice snorted coldly.

"That's not necessarily true. There are all the best under it. From time to time, treasures are washed in. As long as you are lucky, you will still gain a lot." Mrs. Qiu Yan said.

"Oh, that's why you thought of taking out this map and attracting a large number of masters into it. As long as there are treasures, there will be battles. With your understanding of the environment there, you can naturally reap the benefits of the fisherman." Zhao Peng was thoughtful.

"Yes, only two-thirds of this map is marked, and some of it will not be published. As long as you release this news, our alliance will be officially established, and the relatives of Wu Yixue and Ling Wushuang will be settled." Mrs. Qiu Yan said.

"I have no problem with this matter. Just let the suzerain decide." Beigong Jian snorted coldly and left.

The faces of the remaining five people showed a solemn look. After all, it is very important and related to the fate of the sect in the next hundreds of years. No one dares to neglect it.

Shen Chong rested for one night in Yuyantang, and the next day was the right day of the magic weapon birth conference. In the early morning, many Mingyu Valley disciples were busy welcoming guests.

The magic weapon birth conference was held in a wide square in the Jinshan Pavilion. The square is called Tianshuitai, with a radius of thousands of feet. It is paved with green bricks on the ground. It is magnificent and has a calm style. Even if it can accommodate tens of thousands of people, it is not crowded.

Mingyu Valley also withdrew many foreign disciples to welcome the guests with a strong momentum. In a short time, a magic weapon soared out of thin air and formed a high platform for viewing the ceremony. The figures of several spiritual elders of Mingyu Valley appeared on the high platform. For a while, fairy music fluttered, white fog filled, and rare birds and strange beasts fluttered. Dance, a scene of the fairyland.

The head of the Mingyu Valley is known as the Holy King of Tongtian. It is rumored that it has been cultivated to the realm of great success in the realm of the seven turns of the soul, but in the past hundred years, it has not been moved in Shenzhou. Most of the things in the sect are co-chaired by the remaining nine elders. Naturally, this magic weapon birth conference has not appeared. Body.

The nine chief elders are known as the Mingyu Nine Immortals. At this time, four have come. The cultivations are all above the three turns of the soul. They are also famous in the land of Shenzhou. They are Feihuo, Li Ming, Zhang Zhenchen, and the other is the Beigong Sword. These four elders are all real, not virtual shadows. It can be seen that Mingyu Valley has just The magic weapon of birth also attaches great importance to it.

Under the nine elders of Mingyu Valley, there are hundreds of inner disciples, and the number of inner disciples of the Three Holy Sects is roughly the same, and their own style is different. This magic weapon birth conference is also a time to show the heritage of the sect. All the young talents come out and stand under the high platform.

Among the inner disciples in Mingyu Valley, one of them is extremely outstanding. This person is about 30 years old, wearing a bright yellow Taoist robe, magnificent, and his true spirit has been converted into mana, which is already the realm of the soul.

Surrounded by hundreds of brothers and sisters of the same generation, this disciple calmly climbed to the high platform and stood at the head of the four elders.

"This man is Gu Ruoxu, the first master of the young generation of Mingyu Valley. He has fought several times with the wind of my Three Holy Sects before, regardless of victory or defeat. It can be regarded as each leader **. Not long after Fengyang stepped on the realm of the soul, he also successfully broke through the bottleneck and cut out the soul." Wu Jiang sighed softly.

Gu Ruoxu!

Shen Chong whispered about this name, which is not bad.

The four elders on the high platform each released their mana, manifested visions, and a group of clouds of different colors unfolded, wrapping the whole Tianshuitai, and the spirit moved slightly, reflecting the fairy spirit in the field. It is worthy of being one of the Seven Avenue Sects, and the appearance is indeed not small.

At this time, on the platform square, thousands of disciples from all sects have arrived. They are all physical warriors. Soul masters will not come to join in this fun. When did these people see four soul masters show their mana? For a while, there was silence on the Tianshui platform, and no one dared to whisper.

Seeing the silence under the stage, an elder nodded slightly, took a few steps forward, said a few words on the scene, and made a move, and a palm-sized thing flew out. This thing rose when the wind saw the wind, and instantly formed a golden boat dozens of feet in size.

Yaoyang Baozhou!

When everyone saw that the treasure boat came out, they were even more silent. The flying boat shone with a faint golden light, and the pressure on people was not strong, but everyone could feel the power contained in it, like mountains, mellow and deep, much stronger than the power Shen Chong felt in Wanjuan Pavilion and Huayue Hall. It was definitely higher than it. Magic weapon.

The elder of Mingyu Valley did not release all the pressure of the flying boat, otherwise most people in the whole square could not afford it, but the more so, the more unfathomable the magic weapon is. Shen Chong and those martial artists above the god level will immerse themselves in the flying boat and feel the power contained in it, so that To temper the spirit, the magic weapon already contains the power of the law, which will be of great help to the growth of spirit and will.