Peach Fortune Ring

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In the outer city, in a low courtyard.

Under the watchful eyes of her master, Zhou Yun is carefully depicting the spirit refining formation.

After decades of master's teaching, coupled with her extraordinary talent, her achievements in the way of refining weapons are not inferior to her master's. Treasures are fine, but not for refining spirit weapons, so a spirit refining array needs to be drawn to purify the true fire.

After half an hour, the drawing of the spirit refining formation was completed, and a smile appeared on Zhou Yun's face.

The thin old man's voice sounded at the right time: "Seeing how you portrayed the spirit refining array, I feel relieved as a teacher. If you didn't condense enough real fire, your refining level is not weaker than that of a teacher."

"Master taught well." Zhou Yun said hastily.

"Okay, don't flatter me as a teacher, hurry up and refine the weapon!" The thin old man smiled, then turned and walked out of the weapon refining room.

Looking at the master's hunched back, Zhou Yun swore to herself that no matter what method she used, she would heal the master's injury.

In the other room, Lin Wan'er entered the practice again.

She doesn't want to be Brother Song's drag, the only way is to grow herself up as soon as possible.

The thin old man came to the yard, poured himself a cup of tea and drank it self-consciously, but there was a look of thought in his vicissitudes of eyes: "Yun'er has completely inherited my mantle, as long as her cultivation reaches Yuan In infancy, I can grow into a generation of master craftsmen, if I continue to stay here, I will only become a drag on her, and when she finishes refining this time, I will leave!"

Suddenly, feeling the old man frowned, he suddenly looked outside the courtyard wall, and said coldly: "Who is hiding there sneakily, come out for me!"

In a flash, a man in white appeared in the courtyard out of thin air.

As soon as he saw the other party, the face of the skinny old man suddenly changed, and then he smiled wryly: "I didn't expect that you still found me."

"Senior brother, it's been a long time. I haven't seen you for more than 30 years, but you have become like this. It looks really distressing. If the world knows, Ouyang Tianding, the famous master craftsman at that time, has turned into an old man who is dying , I don't know how disappointed I should be!" The young man in white twitched his mouth and said in a strange way.

Hearing this, the skinny old man's expression was very calm: "Junior brother, you should have fulfilled your wish now and become the suzerain of the Divine Weapon Sect, so why should you never forget me, a dying cripple?"

The man in white walked over, picked up the teapot and poured himself a cup, took a sip and spit out the tea, mockingly said: "It's bitter and astringent, how can you swallow this bad tea?"

"Over the years, I've gotten used to this bitter and astringent taste." The thin old man took a sip from his teacup and said calmly.

"Hehe!" The young man in white sneered, "I haven't seen you in decades, and you still look so hard and smelly, but back then you were a master craftsman, and no matter how bad your temper was, someone spoiled you, but now, you're just an idiot. Poor old man, trash, but no one will spoil you anymore, Senior Brother, listen to Junior Brother’s persuasion, hand over the "Xuanqi Jing", and tell me where the spirit fire is, how about Senior Brother giving you a chance to retire?"

"I'm sorry, the teacher's order is hard to break!" The skinny old man shook his head.

"Crack!"

The teacup was smashed into pieces by the young man in white: "Senior brother, don't be ignorant. The younger brother gave you this opportunity because of years of friendship. Otherwise, don't blame the younger brother for using means to force you to speak out!"

As soon as the voice fell, several figures flashed past, and there were more than ten people in the small courtyard.

But the skinny old man remained unmoved.

The young man in white stared into his eyes and continued: "You really think that I only found you now, but in fact, ten years ago, I learned that you were hiding in the capital, and I even knew that you had taken in an apprentice. The reason why I didn't show up was because I wanted to wait for you to pass the "Profound Weaponry Sutra" to your apprentice, but unfortunately, after waiting for so long, you still didn't pass it on to her, so I can't wait any longer!" said Here, the young man in white showed a sinister smile on his face: "I know you care about and love that female apprentice very much. If you don't hand over the Profound Artifact Scripture, I will kill her. Now, I will give you ten breaths, you Do you take the Profound Artifact Sutra into the coffin, or choose to let your apprentice survive!"

Hearing this, the thin old man's face finally became a little more angry: "No matter what you say, Yun'er is your nephew, so you can do it?"

"What's the point of sacrificing a nephew for the sake of the Dao Profound Artifact?" The young man in white smiled disdainfully.

The skinny old man fell silent, and a look of hesitation and pain flashed across his face.

"There are still three breaths, senior brother, don't test your patience!" the young man in white urged.

"three!"

"two!"

"One! Do it, go and catch that girl!" A trace of anger flashed in the eyes of the young man in white.

"It's the sovereign!"

A young man in black led the way to the house.

Whoosh!

The figure flickered, and the thin old man stopped the young man in black. Seeing this, a ruthless brilliance flashed in the young man's eyes.

The voice of the young man in white rang again: "I said senior brother, even with your incomplete body, you also want to fight with my people. I can promise you here that after handing over the Profound Artifact Scripture and telling me where the spirit fire is, I can bring my niece back to the sect and train her with all my heart, don’t you think it’s a waste for such a genius to be by your side?”

"Junior Brother, it's not that I don't want to hand over the Profound Artifact Sutra to you, but that I promised Master!" the skinny old man sighed.

Hearing this, the young man in white jumped up against the case, and said with a sneer, "Stop talking about those high-sounding words, and you didn't swear by the heavenly catastrophe, why can't you give me the Profound Weapon Sutra? I think you don't want to give me the Profound Weapon Sutra at all, then The words of the old man are just excuses!"

"Brother, I beg you, brother, don't hurt Yun'er, okay?" the skinny old man begged.

Seeing this, the young man in white said coldly: "You are stubborn, do it! Arrest this old guy and disable his cultivation. I want to see how long you can be stubborn!"

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Hearing the order from the young man in white, the young man in black's eyes flashed fiercely, and he raised his fist and bombarded the skinny old man.

"Oh!"

The skinny old man fought back with his fists. In the end, the young man in black was knocked back a few steps. The skinny old man stood still, but immediately coughed violently.

"Come again!"

The young man in black was shaken back, anger flashed in his eyes, he flew up again, unleashed a set of boxing techniques with both fists, and continued to kill the skinny old man amidst the rumbling sound.

"Bang bang bang!"

After more than ten strokes, the wounds in the thin old man's body exploded, and he was punched in the chest by the young man in black. He groaned and fell into the living room. He struggled to get up, and coughed violently again!

"Senior brother, senior brother, now you are not even an opponent in the late Nascent Soul, what else do you have to compete with me!"

Seeing this scene, the young man in white laughed loudly, with a bit of teasing and sarcasm in his laughter.

At this moment, a figure flashed, and Zhou Yun appeared next to the skinny old man, patting his back lightly, and asked with concern, "Master, are you alright?"

"I'm fine!" The skinny old man shook his head.

Immediately, Zhou Yun glared at the young man in white: "Who are you, why are you hurting my master?"

"I'm your uncle." The young man in white said playfully.

"Damn, I'm not capable of such an uncle!" Zhou Yun spat.

For this, the young man in white was not angry at all, and said with a smile: "Very well, you girl has a bit of a temper, and is somewhat similar to your useless master, but the more tempered you are, the faster you die! "

On the other hand, the skinny old man's expression changed slightly when he heard the words: "Junior brother, why do you bother with a younger generation?"