Longevity Martial Arts: I have a black water snake clone

The fire is burning like a never-ending blazing holy fire field, and many foundries have been extracting the fire here for a month.

Among this group of casting masters, the visitors from Fengxi Sect attracted the most attention.

As for Lin Daoyan, the oldest and most experienced Great Elder of the Artifact Refining Hall, when he appeared, he was like a firefly in the dark night, extremely dazzling.

Under the escort of several elders, Hong Yuan's master, Lin Daoyan, slowly walked into the depths of the fire area, and took out the first fire in the Fengxi Sect's Artifact Refining Hall in the next ten years.

This is a ritual, a ritual that unites people and increases their sense of identity.

All halls and halls of the Fengxi Sect have this kind of ceremony, and it is usually presided over by a friendly old man with high morals and seniority.

This time, it was Lin Daoyan's twenty-third time.

Lin Daoyan is more than 200 years old this year, even if he got good luck when he was young, it is still difficult to continue.

As for the idea of ​​charging to the realm of martial saints and starting the tribulation of becoming a saint and ascending to immortality to gain more lifespan, after facing the tragic death of his dear first and second disciples, his idea of ​​becoming a martial saint has become much weaker.

Especially after his daughter Lin Yiru was born, it was even more difficult for him to abandon everything and march towards the realm of martial saint.

His only thought is to cultivate a proud disciple and take back the blessed land of Eagle Immortal.

"Ah~" Lin Daoyan sighed suddenly, and slowed down his steps.

When he moved, several other elders also slowed down one after another, and accompanied Lin Daoyan to walk slowly.

In the era when saints did not come out, ordinary warriors could only come into contact with the oldest people, and they could only be people like Lin Daoyan.

"Brother, why are you worried?"

"Yes, senior brother. Although you will no longer be the first elder of our Artifact Refining Hall after next year, you are still a highly respected senior. If you have any questions, why not tell us?"

"Extremely, extremely..."

Several elders cared for each other and wanted to help Lin Daoyan relieve his worries.

Lin Daoyan didn't say much, he just stroked his white beard and continued to walk forward slowly.

Only at the end, Lin Daoyan thought of his closed disciple - Hong Yuan.

If there is anyone among his disciples who is most likely to accomplish the goal of regaining the Eagle Immortal's blessed land, it can only be Hongyuan who does not show his mountains or dew his water.

Zhu Wushang's qualifications are mediocre, Bai Ge's fortune is bad, and Zhao Gonghe's temper is impatient.

Only Hong Yuan, only Hong Yuan!

"Ah Yuan, I hope you can become a true disciple this year, so that I can better pave the way for you." Lin Daoyan whispered in his heart.

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Nanyang County City.

Today, Fengxizong's resident is strictly guarded, and the deployment of troops is very strict.

Even Hong Yuan, who was waiting quietly in the refining room, felt this chilling atmosphere. Through the insight of Liyan Gu, Hong Yuan observed that a certain important person was injured and had to return to the station to heal his injuries.

This big shot is surprisingly the Long Zhandu who was easily crushed by Hong Yuan!

After just watching it, Hong Yuan felt bored and looked away.

Half a month later.

According to the agreed date, Hong Yuan put the stinging sun sword into his storage bag and headed towards his office cabin.

Under the stone pavilion in front of the office hut, Hong Yuan saw Liu Jichi, the deacon of the outer sect.

At this moment, Liu Jibian was walking back and forth in the stone pavilion repeatedly, his face looked joyful and sad for a while, and he was still chanting words.

"Hong Yuan will succeed, he is a genius casting master."

"Don't fail, don't fail, for the rest of my life I'll be counting on Assassin Rijian..."

Hong Yuan's hearing is excellent, and he heard Liu Jichi's words even though they were far away.

Hearing these words, Hong Yuan's face remained unchanged, and he did not despise Liu Jichi.

Tread...

When he was about to arrive, Hong Yuan stomped on purpose to increase the sound of his footsteps.

Hearing the sound, Liu Jichi turned around, with a humble smile on his face, and walked quickly towards Hong Yuan.

"Senior brother Hong, I don't know if my stabbing sun is healed? If not, I'm not in a hurry, just take your time." Liu Jichi expressed it almost flatteringly.

"Hehe, you don't have to do this, it's already done." Hong Yuan responded in a gentle voice, which was like a spring breeze.

Feeling the gentleness in Hong Yuan's words, Liu Jichi was moved.

Although the deacons of the outer sect were converted from formal disciples, in the eyes of many practitioners, these deacons of the outer sect are not disciples of the sect at all, let alone those who are about to be promoted to true disciples.

Under Liu Jichi's gaze, Hong Yuan patted the storage bag lightly, and a big sword appeared in midair, floating faintly.

This big sword is blue-red in color, with three points and two blades, the edge of the blade is frosty, with the tendency of wind and fire converging, it is frightening to look at.

"Baby, what a treasure." Liu Jichi stared at this big sword, and was suddenly infatuated.

A good weapon is the second life of a fighter, and those kendo fighters even have an amazing saying that "the sword is with the person, and the sword is dead and the person is dead".

Although ordinary warriors are not so crazy, they still cherish their own weapons very much.

"This is your element, go try it." Hong Yuan smiled.

"Yeah, thank you brother, thank you brother." Liu Jichi grabbed Da Jian.

Da Jian was so heavy that Liu Jichi's body sank.

But he was not suspicious, but he was happy because it proved that Hong Yuan did not cut corners, but made good parts for him.

Liu Jichi excitedly danced in the open space in front of him, and the fire wind emerged beside the stabbing sun, and the rays of light flowed.

The more he danced, the joy in Liu Jichi's heart increased little by little.

After dancing a set of sword techniques, Liu Jichi was sweating profusely, but he felt infinitely happy in his heart.

boom--

Assassin Rijian was standing alone on the ground by Liu Jichi, and then he actually planned to kneel down to salute.

"It's absolutely impossible. I'm just doing my own thing. Don't let others see and make fun of you and me." Hong Yuan hurriedly stretched out his hand to stop it.

"Senior Brother Hong, you don't know something. Although we are both disciples of the Fengxi Sect, the gap between us is as big as heaven and earth."

"If we want to ask the disciples to do something, we outer sect deacons are always struggling, and sometimes we have to suffer."

"I don't want to thank you for your kindness. I, Liu Jichi, will remember this kindness."

Liu Jichi said sadly.

His words also made Hong Yuan a little silent, class differences, there will be places where there are people.

Change? Easier said than done.

...

Liu Jichi really fulfilled his promise.

With his help, Hong Yuan quickly integrated into the environment here, and got many easy but rewarding insider tasks.

Bronze leaves flew one by one.

In less than half a year, Hong Yuan successfully passed the assessment of true disciples and became a true disciple.

However, the same group of cultivation disciples as him are still suffering, and some cultivation disciples predict that they will still fail the assessment of true disciples.

This incident also made Hong Yuan deeply aware of the role of fame.

"Although fame is illusory, it really exists. You will be burdened by it, but you will also benefit from it. This kind of mystery is really amazing."

"My list of true disciples has been passed on to the sect, and I can return to the sect as soon as possible without waiting for them."

"Being considered by many Fengxi Sect disciples as the true inheritance of this life's dream, I have now achieved it. If I return to the world of mortals, I can occupy a city and develop and create a big family."

"But I'm just a passer-by in the world of mortals. My future is not here after all. I will not live forever, and I will end up as ashes, even if I am as powerful as Emperor Longyang!"

"Now it's time to go to Zhongzhou to find Bo Qing and carry out the Tribulation of Sanctification and Immortal Ascension."

All kinds of thoughts surfaced, causing Hong Yuan's thoughts to flow.

Accompanied by a torrential rain, the traces of Hong Yuan disappeared in Nanyang County City and headed towards Zhongzhou.

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