Looking at the twelve spiritual plants beside her, Jiang Chan raised her eyebrows: "Master, you really know how to beat the autumn wind."

Mingfeng was confident: "You can't use these, so why don't you get cheaper for these little guys. By the way, I want to taste what the wine brewed by Lingyu feels like. Forget it, I won't be flirting with these little guys."

"Are you still thinking about making wine?" Jiang Chan was not surprised that Mingfeng had this idea. This person is a good wine, so it is not surprising that he had this idea.

"We were still guessing the level of your golden elixir. According to the strength of your thunder tribulation, if nothing unexpected happens, it should be the purple golden elixir."

"It's the purple gold elixir." Thinking of the thunder tribulation that seemed to be about to kill her just now, and seeing the round purple gold elixir in her dantian, Jiang Chan felt that everything was worth it.

"Okay, okay. Only cultivators with extremely high talent or deep understanding of Tao can form the purple gold elixir."

"Master, did you also have the purple gold elixir at the beginning?" Jiang Chan was curious. Although Mingfeng had too few opportunities to take action, Jiang Chan just thought Mingfeng was a character who pretended to be a pig and ate a tiger.

"Of course, I think I was talented when I was a teacher." Ming Feng straightened his chest and smiled proudly.

Jiang Chan knew that when he first met Mingfeng, Mingfeng was dressed as an old monk. In fact, it was because of the cold poison in his body. Once this person was injured, his energy and spirit would inevitably be discounted.

Later, the golden-leaf fire-yuan grass brought back by Jiang Chan completely pulled out the cold poison from Ming Feng's body. In addition, Ming Feng advanced to the late stage of Transformation, Ming Feng's appearance also turned into the appearance of a middle-aged man in his forties.

It was just because he was usually unkempt, and he looked several years older than Mingwei and others.

"By the way, Mingwei asked you if the Golden Pill Ceremony should be held?" Seeing that the spirits of plants and trees were still refining these spiritual rains, Mingfeng was not in a hurry to leave, so he sat cross-legged on the top of the pit.

He reached out to touch the wine gourd, but he felt it empty-handed. Mingfeng then remembered that the little evil disciple had come and went through the tribulation and did not bring the wine gourd.

"If you don't do it, there are so many golden elixir monks in the immortal world. What's the point of a golden elixir monk? At least it will take until the God Transformation Period to hold a ceremony." Jiang Chan sat down next to Mingfeng and refused the proposal without hesitation.

Mingfeng was happy: "If you have ambition, you shouldn't do it in my opinion. Sometimes it's not a good thing to be too famous."

Jiang Chan raised a finger and shook it: "This is not absolute, it depends on whether she can maintain her original aspiration under her reputation."

"Then what is your original intention?" Ming Feng suddenly squinted his eyes and asked.

"Of course, my original intention is to explore the mystery of swordsmanship. Nothing can stop me from seeking the Tao." Jiang Chan thought for a while before she said that since she came to this world, she has been deeply attracted by two things.

One is the endless starry sky above her head, and the other is the sword path she walks on. The more she walks on, the more she discovers the mystery. It can be said that other than these two things, nothing else can shake her mind.

"I hope you can always think so." Mingfeng lay down after sitting for less than three seconds.

"I told you before that you can go out of the sect to find your parents' reincarnation after the golden elixir. Mingwei has already checked it for you."

"I understand, thank you Master." Feeling Du Xinyi's anxiety deep in my heart, Jiang Chan's expression remained unchanged and nodded slightly at Mingfeng.

"I want to make you call me more while you are still young. At your cultivation speed, you will catch up with me soon." Ming Feng shook his legs, with a smile on his face.

"You are joking. Even if your disciple ascends in the future, you are still my master. The relationship between master and disciple will never change." Speaking of this world of immortal cultivation, sometimes the relationship between master and disciple may be closer than that of children.

Who made this monk basically have few children?

"I'm not big, but my tone is quite small. Now I'm thinking about ascension?" Ming Feng glared, "I see that these little guys have almost finished refining the land, so I'll go back first. After you consolidate your cultivation, you can go out to practice."

"I understand, I will not say goodbye to you, Master."

"Let's go, it's not that I won't come back." Ming Feng waved his hand, remembering something, and suddenly threw a small box over.

Jiang Chan opened it and was amused: "When did you prepare it?"

It is hard for Mingfeng to have a full box of sword balloons. He can think of this while drinking.

"This is not what I want to prepare. It's not that you, a girl, are passing through the test tower. Mingwei and Mingzhi can't see me being idle and force me to condense."

It was a tearful thing to say, Mingfeng was not happy to talk about this again. The twelve spiritual plants rolled up at the bottom of the pit disappeared in a flash.

Jiang Chan raised her eyebrows and smiled, sat cross-legged on the big stone beside Han Tan. As for Xuan Li, she turned into a black light and stayed in her dantian, snuggling with her golden elixir.

Jiang Chan's golden elixir thunder tribulation was so powerful that almost all the sword sect knew about it just now. This news could not be hidden, and soon the news spread throughout the entire world of immortal cultivation.

The 21-year-old Jindan monk is still a sword cultivator! The youngest Jindan monk before was only 26 years old to form elixirs, and Jiang Chan advanced this age five years ago.

This record does not mean that there are no futures, at least it is unprecedented.

In the Yunwu Sect, Yun Linghai was practicing in the cave. But today he was always a little restless and could not calm down at all.

He is fifteen years old this year. After Jiang Chan dug out his sword bones, his cultivation level fell from the eighth level of Qi Refining to the third level of Qi Refining. Now after eight years of hard practice, he has cultivated to the twelfth level of Qi Refining, and foundation building is just around the corner.

Perhaps it was what Yun Xuanlin did that allowed him to grow up overnight. During these eight years, Yun Linghai has been concentrating on practicing hard. In the past, he used to think about playing, but now he uses it to practice every minute and every second.

The peak of Qi Refining at the age of fifteen can also be called the pride of heaven. Now he has given up on the sword and turned to practicing magic. He is a cultivator of fire spirit roots, and his first-hand fire magic is quite good.

Because of his uneasy mind, Yun Linghai did not practice, but leaned on the bed, his eyes were clearly extinct, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Two servants outside the cave were whispering that they were servants who Mica had chosen for Yun Linghai and helped take care of Yun Linghai's life.

"Have you heard of it? The Du Xinyi Jindan of the Sword Sect has just passed the Golden Pill Stage Thunder Tribulation today."

"Of course I heard that she is only twenty-one years old this year? She is too young. Many people may not be able to form pills at the age of fifty."
Chapter completed!