They are all sky-replenishing stones, I swear not to learn from Brother Monkey!

Shang Tianyao strode over, full of expectation: "Little brother, it's your turn to make alchemy!"

Gong Qingtian looked at him from left to right, and the task of convincing Penglai Pavilion only required five kinds of alchemy recipes, and it did not necessarily require a trial of alchemy. With Shang Tianyao's performance just now, there was no need for him to demonstrate on the spot.

What Xia Lan said just now reminded Gong Qingtian that there are still seven top masters from Penglai Pavilion going to Changbai, and the two sides are enemies rather than friends.

That is to say, most people in Penglai Pavilion are relatively peaceful and simple, without any sinister intentions. Otherwise, even if Gong Qingtian has already refined Qi and initially left the mortal level, he may not be 100% sure to get out of his body.

After all, without mentioning the "immortal inheritance" of the Changbai School, just the exercises, weapons, and alchemy formulas brought out by Gongqingtian are enough to test the ugliness of human nature.

Looking at Gong Qingtian, Xia Lan couldn't help covering her lips and chuckling: "Mr. Shang, you'd better go study the pill formula! Little brother, let's go!"

Gong Qingtian smiled awkwardly, cupped his hands at Shang Tianyao, motioned for Hua Mulan and Fu Junxiu to follow, and followed Xia Lan quickly towards the back mountain.

It will take at least two hours to refine a batch of pills. If Shang Tianyao pesters him for advice again, he may not be able to get away in a short time. Get away quickly.

The place where Penglai Pavilion forges weapons is located by a small lake in the back mountain, only four female disciples including Zou Bingyu follow.

Gongqingtian was not going to watch Xia Lan build weapons anymore, so he threw a book of weapon refining experience to Xia Lan, and directly demonstrated it.

With the hammer in hand, Gong Qingtian's momentum suddenly changed, and he said slowly: "The highest level of weapon building is to give weapons the breath of Taoism, which is what people commonly call spirituality. The essence is the unity of heaven and man in weapons! "

Xia Lan was terrified, she could become a top expert and the best refiner in Penglai Pavilion, she instantly understood the words of Gongqingtian, this sentence pointed to the essence of weapon refinement.

The furnace fire was rising, and Zou Bingyu didn't have the airs of a first-rate peak expert at all. He squatted in front of the furnace and controlled the flame with internal force. Otherwise, it would be almost impossible for Fan Huo to melt ore and refine refined iron.

Xia Lan didn't bother to look at the refining experience in her hand, and stared at Gong Qingtian's every movement for a moment.

With the rhythmic tinkling of iron, Gong Qingtian said slowly: "The first step for a weapon to carry the breath of Tao is to temper the raw material. Only when the raw material is pure can it be closer to the Tao of Heaven."

A female disciple next to Xia Lan took out a pen and paper and began to record every word Gong Qingtian said.

Gongqingtian didn't care about it, and continued: "But too pure raw materials will form a whole by themselves and resist external forces. At this time, some materials should be added according to the situation, so as not to be too rigid and easy to break, and it is also conducive to communication between the world, but not Too much becomes impurities, making the weapon easy to collapse!"

Following the movements of Gongqingtian, a slender long sword exuding a faint cold air slowly took shape, and the word "watching the tide" slowly appeared near the sword, and Xia Lan looked at Gongqingtian in astonishment.

Carving handwriting on the body of the sword with internal force is something that the pavilion master Qin Shangtian can't do, right?
Gongqingtian reached out and flicked the freshly baked tide-watching sword, an inexplicable breath rippling, as if a newborn baby had opened its ignorant eyes, looking at this new world.

With a flash of sword light, Zou Bingyu's wrist hurt, a drop of blood oozed out and landed on the sword, and he looked up in shock, only to see that Gong Qingtian had already thrown the Guanchao sword over, subconsciously caught it, and suddenly a blood-flesh connection rose up. a feeling of.

Watching Gong Qingtian take the two daughters away until they disappeared into the night, Xia Lan sighed quietly: "Pavilion Master, I just hope that you will not be too stubborn. Although the fate of immortality is important, there is still punishment from heaven." ..."

The boat rides the wind and waves, and gallops in the night. In the vast sea, the surrounding sea water seems to merge with the night, making it difficult to distinguish between reality and illusion.

Hua Mulan felt that Gongqingtian's trip to Penglai Pavilion was inexplicable and had no effect on solving the Changbai faction's dilemma, but Gongqingtian didn't explain, and she was smart enough not to ask.

Leaving Penglai Island at this moment, Hua Mulan and Gong Qingtian stood side by side at the bow of the boat, and asked in a low voice: "Qingtian, shall we hurry back to Xuanbing City?"

Gong Qingtian looked up at the sky, a murderous air filled the air, and said in a deep voice: "The chaos in the world today is actually just the dissatisfaction of the major families with the emperor's suppression. We don't care about anything else, but the Cui family also wants to get their hands on that position. I was upset, I killed the Cui family, broke their backbone, and made them depend on other families!"

Fu Junxiu, who was driving the boat at the stern, lowered his head slightly. Master wanted to vent his anger for her. Thinking about lying on the bed for several months, and thinking that he was going to die, Fu Junxiu couldn't help but let out a soft whistle, and slapped his palm heavily on the surface of the sea. On board, the boat suddenly accelerated again.

In Qinghe Cui's Manor, the Patriarch and Boling Cui's Patriarch looked at each other cross-eyed. Yang Guangwo couldn't move in Jiangdu. Everyone knew that he couldn't leave that place!
The major families are ready to move, waiting for an opportunity to dominate one side, and then gradually plot the world. Naturally, the Cui family is not far behind. The layout of many years is about to bear fruit, but who will dominate is a problem!
However, the Qinghe Cui family and the Boling Cui family are equally powerful, neither of them can subdue the other, and if they do it alone, they may not be able to defeat other families, so this time the two elites gathered in the Qinghe Cui family, they must compete for a result.

The Patriarch of the Cui Clan in Qinghe felt bitter. If Jianzu was here, he could make a decision with one word. But at this juncture, not only Jianzu, but also Cui Wu, the next Patriarch's heir, actually went to Changbai Mountain. The Cui family of Qinghe lost all confidence, otherwise, that old fellow of the Cui family of Boling, how would he dare to confront him head-on?

A child of the Cui family ran in in a panic: "It's bad! It's bad! Patriarch, Boling Manor was attacked!"

Before the two Patriarchs could react, boom, there was a loud noise outside!

"Who! Dare to attack Cui's manor!"

"Quick! Report to the Patriarch that there are enemies coming!"

"Hiss! The masked devil! The masked devil is coming!"

After a long time, the two heads of the Cui family stood in the manor that was almost in ruins, crying without tears. The two manors of the Qinghe Cui family and the Boling Cui family were attacked by masked demons. All the masters were abolished, and those who wanted to go all out were directly beheaded on the spot!

The dream of winning the world was shattered. Even if Jianzu and others returned from the Changbai faction, they could at most keep the Cui family from being annexed by others. If they wanted to compete in the Central Plains, they would basically seek death.

At this moment, the Cui family, one of the seven families with five surnames, had its spine completely broken!