Yinglong Peak is the peak at the entrance of Yuelong Immortal Gate.
When Tang Huan, Gu Caiwei and Tang Manrou arrived, the area was already crowded with people. Not only were the monks gathered at the top of the peak, but there were also dense figures in the surrounding sky.
At a glance, everyone is Tianjun.
Almost every moment, a large number of monks gathered from all directions. In the crowd, voices calling for friends and companions came and went, and the noise shook the sky.
Seeing such a spectacular scene, Tang Huan couldn't help but be secretly shocked.
It had been many days since he entered Yuelong Immortal Sect, and this was the first time he had seen such a majestic scene. It seemed that the one hundred thousand heavenly kings mentioned by Gu Caiwei and Tang Manrou were not exaggerated at all. The number of Tianjuns who have arrived at Yinglong Peak alone is estimated to be no less than 50,000.
After a while, Tang Huan found that the three of them seemed to be the center of attention.
The reason for this lies in the fiery red sword in Tang Manrou's hand. The notification from the sect came so suddenly that Tang Manrou didn't have time to call out the original Taoist weapon, cut off the connection and integrate the long knife into her dantian, so she just took it over.
A middle-grade Taoist utensil of perfect quality is hard not to attract attention.
"Look, everyone, is that a perfect Taoist weapon?"
"Haha, a perfect Taoist weapon? How can... Huh? It seems to be a perfect Taoist weapon... Couldn't that woman be Senior Sister Tang Manrou?"
"Senior Sister Tang? Was that knife forged by Gu Ying?"
"Two perfect Taoist tools, and perfect Taoist tools with completely opposite characteristics! How did he do it?"
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Up and down the peak, gasping sounds sounded one after another.
Many disciples of the Immortal Sect could hardly believe their eyes. Just yesterday, news came out that "Gu Ying", who had just joined the sect, was helping Tang Manrou forge weapons. As a result, today Tang Manrou came up with a perfect quality middle-grade Taoist weapon... At this moment, everyone was deeply shocked.
One perfect Taoist weapon can barely be explained by luck, but two perfect Taoist tools cannot be explained by luck.
What's more, the characteristics of these two perfect Tao tools are completely opposite.
At this time, many disciples of the Immortal Sect finally understood that "Gu Ying"'s attainments in the art of weaponry had reached a level beyond imagination. For a moment, after the initial shock, everyone's eyes showed unabashed envy, jealousy and even desire.
After all, for monks, the effects of powerful weapons are almost immediate.
No one wants to own a perfect quality Taoist tool. Unfortunately, most of the time, this is just an unattainable hope.
There are many heavenly craftsmen in the entire Netherworld, but there are only a handful of people who have the ability to forge perfect Taoist tools. Moreover, perfect quality is only possible when high-grade Tiangong forges low-grade Taoist tools. The phenomenon of middle-grade Tiangong forging perfect mid-grade Taoist tools has never happened before "Gu Ying".
"Junior Sister Caiwei! Junior Sister Manrou!"
A clear voice suddenly sounded, and a slender figure suddenly appeared in front of Tang Huan and the others. It was a young man with a handsome face, a smile on his face. Although he was greeting Gu Caiwei and Tang Manrou, his eyes were always on them. Looked at Tang Huan.
"It turns out to be Senior Brother Fu Jing."
Gu Caiwei and Tang Manrou both slightly raised their hands, obviously understanding the purpose of this handsome man's visit.
Sure enough, almost the moment they finished speaking, a young man named Fu Jing looked at Tang Huan and said, "Two junior sisters, this must be Junior Brother Gu Ying, right?"
"This is Gu Ying. Senior brother, what advice do you have?"
Tang Huan looked indifferent. He had heard Gu Caiwei and Tang Manrou mention some of the more famous figures among the disciples of the Immortal Sect, and Fu Jing was one of them. He is also a middle-grade heavenly craftsman and is known as the number one genius in the art of weapons among the young disciples of the Yuelong Immortal Sect. His attainments in the art of weapons are very outstanding.
Not only that, Fu Jing's cultivation and strength are also extremely strong. It is said that he has reached the peak of the sixth grade of Tianjun.
Among the Heavenly Lords of the Yuelong Immortal Sect, those who can surpass him in strength can be counted with one hand. When introducing Fu Jing, Gu Caiwei also specifically reminded him that Fu Jing was arrogant and arrogant. After he entered the sect, he was likely to encounter challenges and even difficulties in terms of tools.
The reason why Tang Huan sealed off his residence so quickly was because he wanted to avoid unnecessary interference like this so that he could practice with peace of mind.
But now, Tang Huan no longer needs to care too much.
"I don't dare to give you advice."
Fu Jing smiled slightly and said, "I have heard about Junior Brother Gu's superb attainments in weaponry for a long time. I have always wanted to have a good discussion with Junior Brother, but unfortunately I never had the chance. In the future, when Junior Brother Gu comes back from the 'Yuanshi Immortal Legacy', Junior Brother Gu can Don't seal off the residence as soon as you enter the sect, leaving me to just watch."
"good."
Tang Huan nodded.
Fu Jing obviously didn't expect that Tang Huan would agree so easily. He was stunned for a moment before reacting. He put his hands together and said with a smile: "Junior brother Gu, that's what we have decided." After that, Fu Jing didn't stay for long and smiled softly at Gu Caiwei and Tang Man. He nodded and drifted away, disappearing into the crowd in an instant.
Fu Jing's actions made many monks around him who were paying attention to the situation here ready to take action.
"Everyone, let's set off!"
However, before they could get closer, a loud shout echoed through the void.
In front of the huge dragon's mouth, an extremely majestic middle-aged man stood in the void. He was as strong as a lion and his face was covered with mustaches. The aura that overflowed was also strong and overbearing.
He seemed to be aware of Tang Huan's presence. The moment he finished speaking, two burly middle-aged men's eyes fell on Tang Huan, as if they wanted to see through his soul.
Tang Huan was awestruck, but did not flinch, and stared at the past.
The burly middle-aged man grinned, as if smiling. The next moment, he withdrew his gaze and sank into the depths of the dragon's mouth. This move of his. The Immortal Sect disciples up and down the peak also started to move, and figures all over the sky poured into the dragon's mouth like a tide, disappearing at an alarming speed.
Soon, Tang Huan, Gu Caiwei and Tang Manrou also mixed in with the crowd and entered Longzui.
After leaving the sect's headquarters, the team of monks, composed of nearly 100,000 immortal sect disciples, headed westward under the leadership of the burly middle-aged man.
In less than a quarter of an hour, the extremely huge and deep depression was already in sight. There was a canyon that ran from north to south, cutting the endless mountain forest into two halves. Inside the canyon, it was dark and gloomy, as if an ancient giant beast was opening its mouth, seeming to choose people and devour them.
In front of the team, the burly middle-aged body kept swooping down from the sky. When everyone saw this, they also fell into the deep canyon one after another. (To be continued)