Immortality starts from the liver proficiency

Chapter 159 You Have All the Words
"Duh!"

A thunderous sound exploded from Xu Yunfan's throat, and all the muscles in his body tensed like bowstrings.

The Thunderfire Kirin Hammer flew out of his hand, and the iron chain wrapped around his wrist in a spiral.

Su Zhenhe held his folding fan across the middle of the road, but saw the hammer head turning sharply at the end of the chain, drawing a strange arc to bypass the fan, and the chain hammer just hooked the jade belt around his waist.

"rise!"

With a loud shout, Su Zhenhe was swung into the air.

Xu Yunfan crushed three blue bricks with his hammer, which fell to the ground like a meteorite, but it froze before touching Su Zhenhe's hair.

The wind from the hammer shattered Su Zhenhe's hair-binding jade crown with a snap, and her long black hair fell onto her shoulders.

"Concession."

Xu Yunfan put away the hammer and retreated. The chain was wrapped around him, and with a "click" sound, it turned into a long-handled heavy hammer again.

Su Zhenhe stared at the jade crown that was broken into eight petals on the ground, and suddenly chuckled.

He raised his head, looked at Xu Yunfan, and said calmly, "Brother Xu, I have another move. I wonder if you can take it?"

Xu Yunfan raised his eyebrows: "Isn't it some life-or-death method that will bring both heaven and earth together?"

He said earnestly, "Brother Su, please don't ruin the relationship. We're not risking our lives. We haven't even used our killer moves yet. Why hurt yourself just to win? Okay, you win this time, okay? If that doesn't work out, we can have a poetry contest. I have quite a few that will surprise you."

Su Zhenhe: “…”

You've already said all the words, so what should I say?
Hong Baichuan also came out at the right time, smiling brightly and saying, "We have finished our sparring so far. If we continue, we might get really angry and it will end badly."

Taoist Guanshan snorted lightly and didn't bother to pay attention to Hong Baichuan who was acting like a good boy after getting the advantage.

"Zhenhe, I'll let you use the sword next time. This nephew Xu has also completed the third level of training. He has a body of steel and iron, and is especially gifted. His strength is astonishing. I don't blame you this time."

Su Zhenhe's expression brightened when he heard this, and he bowed to Taoist Guanshan: "Thank you, Master!"

Xu Yunfan couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, but didn't say much.

He still had a gilded mace that he hadn't used yet, so what did he say?

Taoist Guanhe walked into the room with a strange smile on his face, looking at the ginkgo tree that was torn apart by Xu Yunfan.

"Brother Hong, do you know who planted this ginkgo tree?"

Hong Baichuan, whose face had been boosted, was now beaming with pride. He said casually, "Who? I'll compensate him."

"Ye Linyun, Junior Sister Ye."

Hong Baichuan's expression froze instantly. After laughing, he quickly said goodbye, as if he didn't want to stay any longer, and hurried down the mountain pulling Xu Yunfan.

Seeing Hong Baichuan leave, Taoist Guanshan shook his head slightly.

Taoist Guanhe watched with a smile, then sighed, "If Hong Baichuan hadn't been injured forty years ago, he would have at least reached the level of internal organ training by now. What a pity..."

Taoist Guanshan pondered for a moment and said, "Tiangong Cave is a major weapon-casting sect. Now that they have relocated to the Ghost Crying Abyss in Shuzhou, we must make a statement. So, we will send an elder down the mountain to escort them for a while, which can be regarded as a statement of our position to the world."

"What about the Jiuyao Sect?"

Taoist Guanshan showed disdain on his face: "If that old man dares to stretch his claws so long, I will personally cut them off."

A major weapon-casting sect came to pay homage and, during the banquet, made it clear that they would make annual offerings. It was only right that the Xuanzhen Sect would contribute some effort.

This means that there is a stable source of treasures.

Among all the weapon forgers in the world, only a few can forge precious weapons, not to mention that there are people from the Divine Weapon Ridge in Tiangong Cave.

Shenbing Ridge is the place where magical soldiers were born.
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There is adultery!
Watching Hong Baichuan drag him down the mountain without a word, Xu Yunfan tried to ask several questions, but was forced to shut up by Hong Baichuan's sharp eyes. Well, it's better not to offend, if you hit the pain point.

Even if he is extremely talented and a treasure of Tiangong Cave, he will definitely be beaten.

The Xuanzhen Sect’s group finally paid their last visit.

When the major martial arts circles in Lingnan Dao learned that Tiangong Cave was going to settle in Lingnan Dao, Qingyue Xuanzhen Sect, the top sect that dominated Lingnan Dao, specially sent an elder to escort them.

The thoughts of many martial arts sects were also extinguished.

When they returned to Tiangong Fortress, Xu Yunfan and Hong Baichuan were accompanied by an old Taoist priest with a red face and beard.

The master of Zilang Temple on Zilang Peak, one of the nineteen peaks, is Ming Dao, a master of marrow cleansing.

"Hey, why be so distant? Just call me by my common name, Xiong Kun."

Xiong Kun tried his best to force a smile on his face and approached Hong Baichuan.

Hong Baichuan leaned back slightly.

"Brother Xiong, if you have something to say, just say it and it will be done. Why do you have to do this?"

Xiong Kun's old face turned red. He had been the abbot for too long and had been in a high position of power for so long that he didn't know how to force a flattering smile.

"Brother Hong, to be honest, my spear was accidentally damaged three years ago, and I haven't found a suitable weapon since then. Now that you guys from Tiangong Cave have moved in, it's really solved my urgent need!"

Xiong Kun was somewhat helpless: "That day, while exploring an ancient site, I got caught up in a dispute and my spear was broken. It's giving me a headache now."

Hong Baichuan's expression eased slightly.

"I remember that Xuanzhen Sect has its own forging division. Why don't you go find them and forge one?"

Xiong Kun slapped his thigh.

"Don't even mention those damned bastards. I worked so hard to find the Heavenly Fire Iron, which is great material for forging divine weapons, but they turned it into a pile of scrap metal. They even said the iron was too hard and couldn't be melted... If it weren't for the fact that we couldn't kill each other within our sect, I would have severed their tendons and chopped off their dicks to make them feel what it means to be weak!"

Hong Baichuan: “…”

Xu Yunfan: “…”

He knew that as a weapon-casting sect, Tiangong Cave was in great demand, but he never imagined it would be so popular.

A marrow cleansing master from a top sect came over so openly and flatteringly to try to make friends, hoping to get him a weapon.

Naturally, they were very envious of the weapons forged in Tiangong Cave.

The top sects do dabble in all kinds of things, but sects like Tiangong Cave that specialize in a certain field are naturally far behind.
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At the edge of the Ghost Crying Abyss, at the end of Shuzhou, the morning mist had not yet dissipated, but thirteen giant mechanical kites were already hovering over the Tiangong Fortress.

The iron wings supported by the black steel frame are as big as a chariot, and the compressed air bags at the base of the wings spray out white mist every ten breaths.

This is the newly modified warning device by Mo Han and Mo Shisan. Within a radius of thirty miles, even the flapping of a titmouse's wings cannot escape the surveillance of the Kite Belly Black Crystal eyepiece.

"The Blood Flag Alliance's spies have withdrawn."

Mo Shisan withdrew his gaze from the observation hole, a trace of fatigue in his eyes. "At midnight last night, they hammered seventeen climbing nails into the cliff face west of the Ghost Crying Abyss. If it weren't for Hall Master Zhan's intervention, I'm afraid a fight would have broken out."

As he was speaking, a muffled thunder suddenly came from the end of the mountain path.

Sixteen black horses crushed the morning frost. The old man in the lead was wearing a peacock feather cloak. The big knife at his waist emitted a cold light as it rose and fell with the horses' backs. It was Hu Zhenyue, the third elder of the Hu family.

However, the cavalry all pulled in their reins when they were two miles away from the Tiangong Fortress, because the bluestone road ahead was blocked by three iron swords with black ribbons wrapped around their hilts flying from the sky.

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