Elder Yan Sheng transformed into a beam of rainbow light and hurried to Fang Town, controlled by Wanyun Sect, for retreat.

The two Wan Yun Sect heavenly soldiers who had been waiting outside the city for a long time split into two groups. One rushed to protect Elder Yan Sheng, and the other showed up to greet Senior Xu Sheng, formally invited Xu Sheng to be a guest of Wan Yun Sect, and sent a message.

Yu Fu informed the door to make some preparations.

Not to mention for the moment, back on the Wanyun Sect's ship, Li Ping'an was "besieged" by eight immortals and six disciples for advice.

In the private room on the second floor of Guanlan Building.

With a smile on his face, Yun Zhongzi put the cup and saucer that turned into rice grains and peanuts into the flower basket, took out a handkerchief, and briefly wiped the circle on the corner of the table. After getting up, he did not forget to move the chair back to its original position.

good.

Really good.

Yun Zhongzi nodded slowly and hummed a little tune on the tip of his nose, as if he was thinking about something.

He was thinking about what kind of greeting gift he should give to the young disciple who had upheld the dignity of the Taoist sect just now.

Yun Zhongzi could tell at a glance that this young man named 'Ping'an' had average qualifications and average luck. If he gave the Lingbao directly, Yun Zhongzi was a little worried that this young disciple would not be blessed enough and would not be able to bear it.

Bring disaster.

But if you give it to Immortal Treasure...

Wouldn't he, who is known as the 'Enlightenment Immortal of the Human Race's Weapon Refiner', be called too stingy?

Yun Zhongzi pondered for a few times, feeling a little embarrassed.

At this time, another wave of immortals hurried to Guanlan Tower. The leader was a middle-aged male cultivator with a goatee, wearing a warm yellow robe, and a spring-like face. Behind him were several Yuanxian, each holding a

Brocade box.

If Li Ping'an were here, he would definitely recognize that this is Wei Yanzi whom he has not seen for two years.

"Leaving?"

Wei Yanzi glared and said:

"When did you leave? Didn't you just say that we were discussing Taoism here? Manager Xiao prepared a bunch of gifts and asked me to invite Ping An to visit the town of Zifang in the south!"

"This... Immortal, the Wan Yun Sect and his party and the Wei Yuan Sect and his party left just now, heading towards the west."

"Oh! Why are you still standing there!"

Wei Yanzi turned to greet:

"Quickly go! Go after me! Haven't you always wanted to make friends with me, the Great Fortune Immortal of Wanyun Sect? Ping An is the only son of the Great Fortune Immortal. It's not an exaggeration to say that he is his lifeblood!"

Several loose cultivators immediately responded, and the group hurriedly left in the clouds.

As soon as Wei Yanzi left, many casual cultivators started talking, and all their voices fell on Yun Zhongzi's ears.

"The Great Wealth Immortal? Could it be the Great Wealth Immortal who allows Wanyun Sect to produce hundreds of thousands of magical weapons every year?"

"I heard that the Great Fortune Immortal is also named Li! He is also a man of great luck. He became a Yuan Immortal in three years and will soon become a True Immortal."

"Real or fake? Three-year Yuanxian?"

"Here, look at this flying sword in my hand. It's the latest 'effort-saving' flying sword that Wanyun Sect's magic weapon shop just bought. With the same magic power, it can fly faster and faster. Now I don't worry about myself at all.

When people are fighting magic, their magic power cannot be sustained! The asking price is only eighteen spiritual stones!"

"Hey! Show me!"

This flying sword...

Yun Zhongzi took a closer look and couldn't help but frown. He pinched his fingers again and calculated that the immortal consciousness extended from this piece of heaven and earth.

After a while, Yun Zhongzi picked up the flower basket, stood up and took a step, and his body turned into a cloud and disappeared.

This Fortune Golden Immortal of Yuxu Palace has already entered the realm of Taiyi Golden Immortal in ancient times. He has not fought with others for two Yuanhui periods. No one knows what realm he has reached now.

The immortals in Yuxu Palace are divided into two types, one is the disciple, and the other is the disciple. All of them can listen to Yuanshi Tianzun's sermons and lessons.

Compared to the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Cult who were famous for assisting the Human Emperor, Yun Zhongzi, a disciple with profound magical power, was not famous because he did not participate in direct battles.

But in Yuxu Palace, disciples that Yuanshi Tianzun likes like Guangchengzi, Chi Jingzheng, and Daoxing Tianzun all have to give in to Yun Zhongzi and Nanji Xianweng.

A moment later, Yun Zhongzi's figure appeared in Wanyun Sect's magic weapon shop. He put away the flower basket and held a flying sword in both hands to play with it carefully.

'This kind of weapon refining method... only has extremely weak power of living beings.'

Yun Zhongzi raised his eyebrows slightly, and particles of dust scattered around him.

In the magic weapon shop, the female 'disciple' of Wan Yun Sect, who was wearing a short tube top skirt and exquisite makeup, was startled when she saw a gentle-faced old Taoist suddenly appeared in front of her.

"Ah! Hello, senior, who are you? How did you get in?"

Yun Zhongzi nodded with a smile: "Excuse me, who refined this magical weapon?"

This female disciple is one of Xiao Yue's thousand registered disciples, and she is also the old man of this magic weapon shop. At this time, she showed a gentle smile and said softly:

"This is the signature of our Wan Yun Sect. Although it is an ordinary magic weapon, it also has the edge of a high-quality magic weapon. The important thing is that such a magic weapon only requires seventeen spiritual stones."

Yun Zhongzi pushed lightly, and several pieces of spiritual stones surrounded by colorful halos fell into the hands of the female disciple.

"Excuse me, who refined this magical weapon?"

"This, this is forged by our Wan Yun Sect's Zhuyun Hall. I can't tell who forged it specifically. It is said that it is the Immortal of Great Fortune in the sect, our great ancestor."

Yun Zhongzi asked: "Great ambition? The father of peace?"

The female disciple asked curiously: "How do you know that our Grandmaster Dazhi's son is called Ping'an?"

Yun Zhongzi laughed dumbly, shook his head slightly at this man, and his figure turned into clouds and disappeared, taking away the flying sword.

"Hey! Senior! You gave me too many spiritual stones!"

The female disciple shouted, but Yun Zhongzi's figure was no longer visible.

After a while, Senior Xu Sheng and Li Ping'an rushed back to Wanyun Sect's Yunchuan. The old Taoist who came with a flower basket appeared from the corner and sat calmly on an empty futon.

Yun Zhongzi held the mortal flying sword in his hand, looked at it carefully, and understood it carefully. When he looked at Li Ping'an's figure, his eyes became a little more curious.

I'm not busy giving this young man a reward. Let's go to the Wanyun Sect and see it later.

Um?

Wan Yunzong?

This name seems familiar, as if I heard it somewhere tens of thousands of years ago.

Yun Neutron calculated with his fingers.

After a while, the old Taoist's gentle and thin face gained a complex expression that was difficult to describe.
Chapter completed!