"Bafang Temple..."

The Taoist holding the black chess piece followed Lao Jiu's line of sight and saw the sea of ​​clouds rolling and the wind roaring. As far as the eye could see, there were only four great suns hanging high in the sky, blooming with brilliance, as if they had never changed since ancient times.

Mentioning this, Nie Xianshan felt a little touched in his heart.

The Bafang Temple only exists in legends. It is said that it has only appeared a few times over thousands of years. Each time, it would bring shocks to the world and create countless opportunities.

From ancient times to the present, the only few "Supreme Grand Masters" are all related to the Bafang Temple.

What he misses most is the divine weapons. According to legend, the twelve heavenly destiny mysterious weapons are also related to the Bafang Temple.

"I heard that Di Qian once entered the Bafang Temple and found Zhenhai Xuan Tortoise Shell there?"

Nie Xianshan was undecided.

"Shen Qisheng is not easy to deceive. Since he has joined the imperial court, I'm afraid it is probably true."

Lao Jiu urged him to make a move, and looked away with a subtle expression: "The turtle on the shore of the East China Sea may have come from the Bafang Temple."

"That turtle..."

Nie Xianshan's face was full of disgust: "That evil beast is more difficult to deal with than those beast gods, but somehow it has the right eye with the Evil God Cult. It's really..."

"It's nothing more than a sacrifice."

Long Yingchan pinched his two white eyebrows hanging down to his chin:

"Speaking of which, the ten-year agreement that the turtle made with us is only for these few years."

"Three years or so."

Nie Xianshan added.

It was eight years ago that the turtle carrying the palace fell from the sky to the shore of the East China Sea. At that time, the world was shaken, and all the masters from the five great sects and the imperial court came in droves.

After many fierce battles, the spirit turtle was finally defeated, but its spirit armor was almost as powerful as the Heavenly Yun Xuan Weapon, and everyone could do nothing to it, and finally made a ten-year agreement.

"It happens to be the queen of all Taoist martial arts, so the time is just right."

Long Yingchan nodded: "Whether the spirit turtle is here or not, we will have to go there."

"Xing Lie must be in full strength. If he can cultivate the 'Wind Tiger and Cloud Dragon' to the sixth level in the past few years, he may not be able to defeat the heroes."

Nie Xianshan stroked his long beard with his hands, and he could not forget the spirit turtle the most.

There was something very attractive to him in the palace on the back of that evil beast, but the turtle was too tyrannical and would never allow any master-level master to step on it.

"Disaster."

Long Yingchan casually dropped a piece and strangled the black dragon on the chessboard, squinting slightly:

"Xing Lie's talent is not bad, but it cannot be said to be unparalleled in the world. He is too young to be able to defeat the heroes in the world. Even with the help of Wen Hua and others, I am afraid he will not be able to do it."

"Why bother to suppress it? The hall carried by the turtle stretches for more than ten years. I expect there will be a lot of good things."

Nie Xianshan frowned. He had no chance of winning on the chessboard: "Speaking of which, that elephant has taken on a good disciple. His unparalleled talents have been wasted on him."

Long Yingchan frowned slightly and said nothing.

"His obsession is too deep. He knows he can't defeat Wan Zhuliu, so he places his hope on his disciples..."

Nie Xianshan sighed:

"That's Wan Zhuliu. How many people in the past and present have been able to defeat him?"

"Just follow him."

Long Yingchan made another move: "Don't fight with him for Li Yuan, be careful he fights you."

"It's just a pity."

Nie Xianshan waved his hand and coughed slightly: "But after returning to the mountain this time, I will choose anyone from the sect to be my disciple. No matter who it is, you are not allowed to refuse."

"oh?"

Long Yingchan raised his white eyebrows, naturally knowing what he was talking about: "How dare you want the Master of the Mysterious Arms?"

"Why don't you dare? I don't believe that someone can kill me!"

Nie Xianshan snorted coldly.

He never believed in the statement that the master of Xuanbing defeated the family, the master, and the division sect.

"Then it's up to you."

Long Yingchan didn't care much either.

Nie Xianshan abandoned his son and gave up, his eyes bright:

"Senior brother, after returning to the mountain this time, I will prepare to refine my weapons."

"Have you gathered enough materials?"

Long Yingchan's expression changed somewhat.

Longhu Temple has been inherited for more than two thousand years, and there is no shortage of masters and great masters from generation to generation. Although the magic weapons are rare, they have been accumulated over a long period of time, and there are also many.

It's just that the divine weapons have spirits and can choose their own masters. Unless the warriors who have not yet entered the Tao are extremely talented and compatible, it will be difficult for them to recognize their masters.

But for a grandmaster, this threshold is much lower. Among the grandmasters in the world, there are only a few people who are not recognized as masters by magic weapons.

Nie Xianshan is one of them.

"enough."

Nie Xianshan gritted his teeth.

This was a sullen feeling that had been holding in his heart for decades.

For this reason, he has been traveling all year round, traveling to many dangerous places, and even going to sea many times, in order to collect the necessary materials and treasures to build his magic weapon.

"You have very high expectations, but there may not be anyone who would dare to take your job."

Long Yingchan was not optimistic, but he also knew how deep Nie Xianshan’s obsession was:

"Well, just to be on the safe side, I'll invite a few more master craftsmen to come and discuss it first before taking action."

"Thank you, senior brother."

Nie Xianshan's brows stretched.

"Bah!"

At this time, the golden eagle burst out with a long cry that resounded through the clouds.

Long Yingchan lowered his eyes and looked, as if his vision had penetrated ten thousand meters into the sky, and he saw a huge city adjacent to mountains and surrounded by water on three sides.

He took a quick look and chuckled:

"Not timid."

...

Hengshan City.

As the New Year approaches, the city becomes more and more lively.

Although there is no such thing as a New Year's Eve gathering in Hengshan City, around the New Year's Eve, business is at its busiest, and all restaurants and teahouses are packed with seats.

"It's too late, but soon, I heard a thunderous sound, and Master Yuan Qing came out of the air, pointing his sword at the snake demon Taoist...

That Master Yuan Qing is truly a genius. Although he has not yet opened his meridians, he was able to kill a snake demon Taoist whose true energy had penetrated into his organs and bone marrow in one battle with just his shape-shifting martial arts, and became famous all over the world in one fell swoop!"

In a small tavern, the storyteller's melodious voice came out, talking about the biography of Yuan Qing.

There were many drinkers in the tavern, some were drinking and others were listening to stories.

"Tsk."

In the corner, Lin Chonghu shook his wine glass: "The storytellers' words are often exaggerated, but the deeds of this real Yuan Qing are indeed full of ups and downs."

The storyteller described the world as thrilling, as if the masters grew out of the ground and could kill without stopping.

But in fact, the vast majority of warriors are unwilling to take action unless they have a chance of winning. There are many stories of killing and transforming through the channels, but on the contrary, there are very few.

Talking about shape-shifting, killing and refining marrow? This is not uncommon, at least not many times in two hundred years.

"The Yuanqing biography can be spread so widely, so it is certainly attractive enough."

Fang Chaotong put down his wine glass, ate and drank slowly, and while talking, he also communicated via voice:

"Is there any news in Longhu Temple?"

"Monk Dou Yue is really a figure. It was almost half a month after Chu Xuankong died before news spread. His disciples and maids were all detained for interrogation..."

Lin Chonghu looked solemn. He definitely didn't want to come to Hengshan City.

Even if Long Yingchan brought a group of elders down the mountain and the sect was empty, how terrible is the background of Dao Sect?

"How did you die?"

Fang Chaotong looked calm, as if he had expected it.

"It is said that he was assassinated outside the house by an assassin. There is really no information on the specific details."
To be continued...