Cijue Mountain.

The land of the Zhu Yan clan.

The big tent was suddenly opened.

A young monk from the Zhu Yan tribe hurriedly entered.

He panicked and said, "Dad, it's not good."

"Boundary rain fell from the sky, and all the mountains, rivers, spiritual veins, and cave heaven blessed lands in the entire Demonic Land were classified into one. A boundary monument fell down and enveloped our Cijue Mountain."

The middle-aged monk who was sitting in the main seat slowly stood up and said: "Why are you panicking? I have already heard the news. This time, there are five great masters in the royal city. It is very unusual for someone to choose our place."

"What does it say on the boundary marker?"

"Guan Minghou."

"Guan Minghou, it's him."

The middle-aged monk said calmly: "This man is just a holy king."

"How come?"

Zhu Yanxuan's brows furrowed: "Based on the strength of the Holy King, the only thing I can think of is the Celestial Race monks from 1,300 years ago. Could it be that he also has a Celestial Race background behind him?"

The middle-aged monk shook his head slightly and said, "He does have enough strength."

Zhu Yanxuanxuan hurriedly persuaded, and then said regretfully: "Father, you are obviously powerful, why have you been unwilling to go to the royal city? If we had your uncle to protect us, Cijue Mountain would never be included."

The middle-aged monk laughed and said lightly: "Become an uncle, circle yourself, and manage that three-acre land in peace. What's the point?"

"Then what should we do? Why don't we migrate?" Zhu Yanxuan said.

"No."

Patriarch Zhu Yan pondered: "If he were a powerful man, we might have to be suppressed for the rest of our lives, but unfortunately he is not. Not only is he not, he also has magical weapons, elixirs, and seventh-level spiritual veins... With these things, I

Zhu Yan’s Tongbing soldiers may not have no chance to go further.”

"Did father want to intercept..."

Zhu Yan Tongbing said: "It will not do us any good if Guan Minghou dies. If he is alive, we can enjoy the shade under the big tree."

"I decided to join the whole family!"

"He is a strong man with no background, so he must need us."

"Prepare gifts!"

…

Wu Rong didn't know that someone had already started planning and discussing it before he arrived at the fiefdom.

But even if he knew, he wouldn't care.

The realm of Daojun is not difficult for him now, he is just planning how to get through it more easily.

Furthermore, even if he cannot break through, he can still cope with it with his own strength.

What's more, he has two helpers.

Master Ruzang is a disciple of the Buddha in the West, and Yu Shen is a relic of the Divine Court. Each of them can play his own role.

In times of crisis, you can still rely on Master Tushanjun.

Enough to overwhelm the devil.

Wu Rong, who left Lingmai Mountain, already had a jade box carrying spiritual veins in his hand.

Inside the amber-like treasure is a huge spiritual vein, like a mountain connected to the sky, sealed in amber using the method of Sumeru mustard seeds, just waiting to be broken and reappear in the world one day.

"Mr. Yu?"

"exist."

"Do you have any magic weapons?"

When Wu Rong asked this question, Yu Shen seemed a bit shy and said with some embarrassment: "There is one mouthful that was passed down from our ancestors."

He does have magic weapons, but they are not very suitable for him, just like a long gown that doesn't fit very well, so he doesn't wear it very much to see people, even though the clothes are horribly expensive.

The devil's eyes lit up and he shouted: "Sir, I haven't yet."

"What kind of magic weapon do you want?"

"Can you exert the power of a divine weapon with your strength?" Wu Rong immediately waved his hand.

At this point, Yu Shen realized what Wu Rong meant. It turned out that he wanted to choose a magic weapon for him.

Yu Shen was immediately moved, but still refused: "Although the one below is not very handy, I have long been used to it. My lord can definitely choose another functional magic weapon, which will also be good for the fief."

"Where is Master Ruzang?"

"Amitabha, there is no shortage of poor monks."

"Arrogance."

Wu Rong clicked his tongue in surprise.

Is Xitian so rich?

The Buddha has no shortage of magical weapons.

I'm afraid the master has more than one thing on his body.

"I heard that if you don't want magic weapons to be converted into heavenly materials and earthly treasures, one magic weapon can be converted into three materials..."

"Can my lord know how to refine magic weapons?"

"Won't."

Everyone still wanted to persuade me.

"My master will."

"Sir?" Yu Shen looked at Wu Rong in surprise.

If the master is really good at it, he can exchange three materials.

But why does it sound so unreliable? Alchemy and weapon refining, these two seem to be refining, but in fact they are completely different and cannot be confused at all.

If he hadn't taken the Yinhun Pill himself, Yu Shen would be doubtful about making pills now.

"Master, are you alright? Can you refine the magic weapon?"

Tu Shanjun laughed and said: "It is not difficult to refine a divine weapon. What is difficult is to refine a divine weapon that perfectly suits the monks."

"In this way, I can get three materials from one magic weapon."

"this……"

Yu Shen pursed his lips and said nothing. He had to listen to that person's opinion anyway. As he spoke, he looked at the black-robed monk aside.

"Don't worry, I asked just now and the master said that it can be refined, but it is difficult to refine it to perfectly suit the monks."

"It's better to ask about this matter."

"Amitabha, this is truly powerful."

Yu Shen looked at Ru Zang who was joking and couldn't help but said: "Not only is he powerful, he is simply a mobile ancestor who lives in a weapon. He is also an ancestor who knows everything. He is simply the seal carving of the outer road."

"I think so too." Wu Rong smiled and nodded.

Listening to their discussion, Tu Shanjun recalled some past events.

Looking back thousands of years, I once said that I was an old man, but in fact, there were still too few things he could do.

Now he has finally transformed himself into a hexagonal warrior, but he can never go back to his former self.

'When is it powerful?'

'Maybe in the future.'

Tushanjun spread out the scripture in his hand.

He does have extraordinary abilities, but they were only developed over time.

Anyone who spares a lot of time to study the various arts of cultivating immortals without the need to concentrate on practicing Qi can achieve good results.

Being able to keep up with my own cultivation level, I just feel that I am still qualified.

Far from being gifted.

He has met many people with extraordinary talents.

Some monks are born with extraordinary physiques, and the spiritual pets and plants they feed casually can thrive, even far better than others who carefully care for them.

Like Zhang Yajiu, who refines divine weapons in the Holy Realm has a physique of forging iron.

Not to mention the geniuses of the Beast Control Sect.

And the most important and most eye-catching cultivation talent.

Thirty years of golden elixir and fifty years of Nascent Soul are conditions that are gradually relaxed in small places according to large numbers.
To be continued...