Main text Chapter 257: Ketu Rahu Sword (Part 2)

The round-faced monk was suddenly startled. Didn't Xu Yangyi... come to Grandmaster Gao Muya to build a severed arm?

Why... Grandmaster Gao Muya recognizes the other party as his junior? Is it for the sake of the other person?

Right? Xu Yangyi is well-known now, but it's not his turn for a master of weapon refining to come out to greet him in person, right?

He didn't know that Xu Yangyi had refuted Gao Muya's face at the alchemy auction. Gao Muya's treasured disciple Quan Ningyue is still in the other party's hands, and he sent it out properly!

The Huaxia Cultivation Network did not disclose the details of several other people, only Quan Ningyue’s name!

The third senior sister appeared mysteriously behind Gao Muya and brought a sip of tea. Gao Muya drank it in one gulp. She didn't have the demeanor of a master at all, let alone the airs of a master. The third senior sister rubbed his shoulders and kept whispering something in the old man's ear. A few seconds later, Gao Manya's eyes widened, he took a sip of tea, and spit it on the ground.

"You have become more capable... one or two..." He looked at the round-faced monk like a hawk, and said conspiratorially: "You dare to bully my junior at the gate of Gao Mu Ya... You are from Yixintang. Second boss, right?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the third senior sister brought a chair, Gao Muya sat down stably and waved his hand.

Everyone selectively stayed one meter away from the fat man.

Old Man Goriot's skill in refining weapons is very powerful, and there is another way to say it is even more powerful.

That's his temper.

Protect the calf!

He said he was a junior, regardless of whether he was a junior or not. If you piss him off, he won't pay anyone's fault! When Patriarch Fuyun first entered the golden elixir, he was so majestic that he sent his disciples to Gao Muya to ask for a magic weapon. But because he waited too long, he reprimanded a disciple for a few words, nothing more, but what he got was Gao Muya's words: "I will never be a disciple of Master Fuyun from now on."

Otherwise, how rare would be the foundation-building monks? Seven of them appeared at once, or in this small courtyard? Do you really think they have so much time and leisure to wait here?

The face of the round-faced monk has changed a bit. Patriarch Fuyun can live without Gao Muya, but he can't!

"Grandmaster Gao." The round-faced fat man gritted his teeth and said with a smile, "I really don't know that he is your disciple."

Gao Muya ignored him at all. After a few seconds, he rolled his eyes; "Why are you still standing there?"

"ah?"

"Let's go!" Gao Muya waved angrily, and the third senior sister immediately took out a hookah and lit it. Amidst the smoke, Gao Muya snorted coldly: "Can't understand the words? Can't understand the gestures? I won’t accept your orders from Yixintang within ten years.”

"Ah?! Grandmaster Gao! We are lined up..."

"Fifteen years." Gao Muya took a deep breath of cigarette and looked at the third senior sister with a smile: "The tobacco is good, where did it come from?"

"Given it to Master Xu." The third senior sister hammered lightly with her fist, smiling like a peach blossom, while not forgetting to wink at Xu Yangyi. Xu Yangyi nodded dumbfounded.

Pillow... Just a pillow... We recognize both men and women... Didn't Cat Baer also sleep with me...

Just pretend you haven't heard it, right...

Um? Morality? what is that?

"...I understand..." The round-faced monk took a deep breath, then gritted his teeth and cupped his hands, bowing: "This time, it's Yixintang Menglang. I'll prepare some small gifts when I go back."

Xu Yangyi's eyes flashed slightly. He finally saw the magnificence of the master of weapon refining today.

He entered the side sect not long ago, only a few years ago, and he still doesn’t know how much influence the side sect can have on the world of cultivation. However, today's events can be fully understood.

A foundation-building monk would come and go as soon as he was summoned, and the other party wouldn't even dare to fart. Just because Gao Muya said that he was his junior.

"Boy." Gao Muya put down his pipe and raised his chin towards Xu Yangyi: "Come in with me."

Everyone, this time, chose rational silence.

Jumping in line? what is that? The slave family doesn’t know, there’s never been more than one person here.

Xu Yangyi followed Gao Muya and walked in. The furnishings inside are very simple, as big as a courtyard can be, with a set of antique furniture. There is a faint fragrance wafting. Like most courtyard houses in the imperial capital, there are beds, TVs, and even computers. However, after Gao Muya bowed to a portrait of Lu Ban in the living room, the scene around him instantly became hazy.

"A very clever teleportation circle... plus a spiritual identification method..." He closed his eyes, this scene was too familiar. Not closing your eyes while teleporting will cause side effects such as dizziness and dizziness: "No... there are also attack methods and blocking methods... This Lu Ban Tu is extraordinary."

When he opened his eyes, even he couldn't help but shrink his pupils and took a deep breath in shock.

This...is underground.

However, the space is extremely vast! It actually seems to be several kilometers in diameter!

The top of the head is about a hundred meters high, and the rough rock top is not decorated at all. No... Or rather, the overall style here is extremely rough, except for the flattening of the ground. However, it is only flat.

The cave was smoothed out, and that's how it is now. However, it doesn't look empty at all. But the heat wave is overwhelming.

In the center, there is a giant furnace that looks like a nine-headed bird. It is made of unknown materials and is three to four hundred meters in size! Standing in a mass of lava hundreds of meters in size. Each bird head is twenty to thirty meters long. It looks like a copper shell, but it seems to be transparent. From its feet, the earth's core flame is guided out one after another and spreads to the nine bird heads. And with each passage of heat, the entire bird emits a burst of white light.

It is precisely because of these lights that this place seems extremely bright. There is no sense of darkness underground.

And the nine bird heads, as the monks in front pinched their fingers, a column of fire several meters thick suddenly spurted out! The things forged in front will definitely burst into a "sizzling" sound.

Below the bird heads are nine corresponding workbenches carved with nine kinds of mythical beasts. They are also more than ten meters in size. In other places, nearly a hundred casting tables are arranged in an extremely regular manner! In front of each casting table, there is a monk waving a hammer with a flashing gem in his hand and pounding it hard. And around, there are five or six wild-style workbenches surrounding this casting table. Everyone obeys the orders on the main casting table, polishing some parts from time to time, or processing some genius treasures.

"My things are expensive for a reason." At this moment, Xu Yangyi's thoughts were pulled back by Gao Muya's words: "Money, Dharma, Friends and Land, money comes first. I have to support not only myself, but also them."

"Here, all those who are qualified to stand on the casting platform are at least foundation-building cultivators." Gao Muya pointed at the furnace of the nine-headed giant bird with pride: "And those standing there are all foundation-building cultivators. My assistant is even a half-step golden elixir."

Xu Yangyi took a deep breath and looked at this underground furnace in disbelief. In other words, here, there are dozens of foundation-building cultivators! Nearly two thousand Qi training cultivators! There are also nine foundation-building cultivators! One half-step golden elixir!

This... is simply a powerful force that is not inferior to the top forces!

"Do you think this is a sect?" As if he saw through his thoughts, Gao Muya took him to the spot and said with a smile: "Because it is a sect."

"Any side sect master who cultivates to the level of a master will definitely form such a sect." He turned his head and looked at Xu Yangyi deeply: "Do you understand?"

Xu Yangyi was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly realized!

Gao Muya said these words to the virtual "alchemy master" behind him rather than to him.

A side sect, a good technique, what would happen if there is no such power?

Now, everyone is praising the masters. This is because the masters have intricate transactions with other companies, families, and forces. The most solid network in the world is the network of interests. This is also another meaning of the first place of wealth, law, companions, and wealth. And... when they become famous?

If there is no such power, when they become famous, they are raised by those golden elixir ancestors and isolated from the world.

"Junior understands." Xu Yangyi bowed deeply to Gao Muya: "Thank you for your advice, I will pass it on truthfully."

"I am not worried about him, I am worried about you." Gao Muya smiled: "If the worst happens, you will also be implicated. The reason why the alchemy... has not exploded is that, first, its production capacity is too low to deal a fatal blow to those alchemy families and forces. Second, as long as the alchemist cannot make foundation-building pills, he will never truly enter the upper class of the cultivation world."

Xu Yangyi said in a deep voice: "On the other hand, once he steps in, then I, the person in front of him, his Agents will be implicated? "

"That's for sure." Gao Muya looked around with some emotion: "My third brother, fifth sister...what amazing talents...if they were still alive, they would definitely be stronger than me...unfortunately, God is jealous of talents...they didn't protect themselves like me...the day they became famous was the day they died...boy, the influence of side doors on the cultivation world is far more serious than you think. Not to mention the lost alchemy for more than a hundred years."

Silence, after a few seconds, Gao Muya waved his hand: "Forget it, follow me."

The two walked to a teleportation array again. This time, Gao Muya opened it more cautiously than before, and even dripped a drop of blood, and the teleportation array emitted white light.

A few seconds later, when Xu Yangyi opened his eyes, he had entered a somewhat messy room.

The room was not big, about 20 meters long and wide. In the middle, there was a three or four meter long table. Next to the table, there were countless books, scrolls, and scattered pens.

What made him stare was the sky above the room!

It had no roof. It was made of unknown material and was almost transparent. But at this moment, on the roof, there was a line of empty spiritual energy, as if someone was holding a pen and drawing a picture!

That was a hand.

The left hand.