Zheng Ming felt that there was no difference between burning the inscription array and burning the Guizhen Treasure Refining Method, but why did the prohibition in the Guizhen Treasure Refining Method much less than the inscription?

It can even be said that the two cannot be compared with each other!

One thought after another flashed in Zheng Ming's heart. Although he had many guesses, he was not sure. After all, this kind of thing had exceeded Zheng Ming's current understanding.

I don’t think about this anymore, so I went to the Sutra Pavilion to find some magic arrays and refining my first flying sword is the main thing.

Zheng Ming, who made up his mind, took away all the flying swords he had refined, and then walked out of the clean room.

The clean room is shining with sunshine and the world is bright!

"Senior Brother, you finally came out, wuwu, but I'm so anxious!" Mu Wan'er rushed over from the Sanhuangping, her little face full of excitement.

Just as Mu Wan'er approached Zheng Ming, she was so excited that she tripped by a small pit and almost fell to the ground.

Mu Wan'er seemed to remember every bit of Sanhuangping. When she walks, she is so familiar with the road and rarely has the current situation.

He hugged Mu Wan'er's body that was about to fall. Zheng Ming casually shaved on Mu Wan'er's nose and said, "What a big man, he is still so rough. He even boasted to me that he would never fall in Sanhuangping."

"Woooo, Senior Brother Stinky, you are still laughing at me. Do you know that you have been in seclusion for more than half a month and they are so anxious!" Mu Wan'er's small fist hit Zheng Ming like raindrops, but the strength was weak, and it was really a little light to scratch it.

It took more than half a month, but why did I still think it was only one or two days? Well, my reputation was delayed by half a month now.

"Okay, Wan'er, senior brother promises you that you will go into seclusion in the future. I will definitely explain to my Wan'er in advance." Zheng Ming held Mu Wan'er and comforted her softly.

Mu Wan'er, who was playing in Zheng Ming's arms, suddenly stopped. Her face, which was already red due to excitement, became even more bright and red at this moment.

"By the way, how did you come here in the past half month?" Zheng Ming asked with concern.

"My nephew, he knows that you will come here every day after you are in seclusion." Mu Wan'er rubbed her hands together and said softly.

Mu Wan'er's junior nephew, uh, Zheng Ming instantly understood. Mu Wan'er was talking about his forced disciple Fang Yunbai.

"And sister Xiqing, a few days ago, after she learned that you were in seclusion, senior brother, she came to accompany Wan'er. But these days, Fang Yunbai said that it seemed that she did not come because she wanted to receive the envoy from Kaiyangmen."

Speaking of Sister Xiqing, Mu Wan'er's face became a little brighter: "But the day before yesterday, Sister Xiqing still sent me a lot of delicious food, and said that she would come to see me after the two days of busyness."

Zheng Ming, who came to Kaiyangmen, thought of the trap of Longzhu. He was very resentful about Kaiyangmen, one of the seven major forces supported by Jiang Wuque, and even said something he ignored.

Obviously, Jiang Yuan and the others did not take their words seriously. Although they were very unhappy, Zheng Ming was not ready to pay attention to these guys.

The most important thing for him now is to obtain reputation value. Only with reputation value can he quickly execute his plan and let Jiang Wuque lose everything he has little by little.

"I heard from that guy Fang Yunbai that Yaoyang Jun who came to our Wanxiang Gate this time is not a good person. He is very arrogant. In order to welcome his arrival, the senior brother of Changqing has been busy ripening the flowers of Wanxiang Mountain these days."

"Mu Wan'er said with a hint of regret: "Although those flowers have been ripening and have looked colorful for nearly a month, they will wither and disappear after the flowers have failed."

Speaking of the last word, Mu Wan'er's eyes flashed with tears. Zheng Ming wiped Mu Wan'er's tears and said with a smile: "Wan'er, flowers bloom and fall are natural phenomena. Although they withered this year, they may bloom more beautiful flowers next year."

"Have you heard such a saying? Isn't it a ruthless thing that turns into spring mud to protect flowers?"

As soon as Zheng Ming said this, Mu Wan'er's divine color suddenly rose. Although she couldn't see it at all, there was endless admiration for Zheng Ming in his divine color.

"Fallen red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect flowers. These two sentences are so good. Senior brother, you still say that you are just as literary. Just relying on these two lines of poetry, I wonder how many senior sisters can be fascinated by how many senior sisters can you?"

Zheng Ming did not expect that the words he comforted people out of thin air would become a wonderful sentence in the little girl's mouth.

And it is a good sentence that can fool the senior sister.

At this moment, a thought arose in Zheng Ming's mind. He felt that when he was practicing martial arts, he seemed to have ignored something.

Just as his thoughts were stirring, someone shouted: "Junior Sister Mu, are you here at Junior Sister Mu?"

Accompanied by this call, a woman in a light red dress walked over like a butterfly.

The woman in red looks just average, but her youthful vitality makes her look a bit charming.

The moment he saw the woman in red, Zheng Ming did not pay much attention to her. After all, the woman in red had a fourth-grade cultivation level, and the gap with him was too big.

"It's Sister Qiuge. She has been here to see me these days." Mu Wan'er said happily when she heard the shouts of the woman in red.

It seemed as if she felt that Mu Wan'er, who was not close to Zheng Ming, was like a frightened rabbit, jumped away quickly from Zheng Ming and rushed towards the woman in red.

"Sister Qiuge, what delicious food did you bring to Wan'er?" Mu Wan'er's words were casual, and it was obvious that she was very familiar with the woman in red.

The woman in red had a little choked voice: "Well, this time there are some pastries, which are pretty good. Wan'er, eat more."

As she spoke, she suddenly looked up and saw Zheng Ming standing not far away. After a moment of stunned silence, the woman in red seemed to have made up her mind and ran towards Zheng Ming frantically.

Before she could run to Zheng Ming, she knelt on the ground and said in a crying voice: "Sect Master, you...you save Sister Xiqing and Senior Brother Lingyun, wuwu!"

Zheng Ming waved his sleeves and gently lifted the woman in red with a hidden force and said, "What happened? Tell me slowly."

"Sister Qiuge, what's wrong with Sister Xiqing? Didn't you say Sister Xiqing is good?" Mu Wan'er ran over quickly, and her words were full of worries.

The woman in red, known as Qiu Ge, then said tremblingly: "Sect Master, Sister Xiqing, is ready to show her ambitions to die with her senior brother Ling Yun. Woo, they... they are so pitiful!"

...

"Bang! Chu Yingyang, the bitch raised, I want to kill him!" A thick man smashed his fist heavily on the stone.

Although the stone under this thick man's fist is the most common bluestone in Wanxiang Mountain, the hardness of this bluestone is extremely destined in the entire Sunrise Realm. In many places, this bluestone is used as a tool to test the strength of his disciples.

Being able to break a stone with one punch, the strength of this strong man is already close to the Yuefan Realm.

The sunlight shone on the face of the stout man, making the stout man look even more ferocious, and some are even afraid of others.

"Li Jindong, you have the strength to fight with Chu Yingyang. What a leap towards the stone hair here? You are just a soft boy!" A faint voice sounded not far from the stout man.

A few warriors were surrounded by the thick man. When they heard the provocative voice, they glared at the speaker.

However, when they saw the man talking, they all lowered their heads, and some even turned their bodies quietly.

But the stout man walked over to the speaker at this moment, and his red eyes were full of fighting spirit.

"Murong's surname is Murong. I have long seen you have been upset. It's a man. Don't run away today. Just fight me."

"Hahaha, I'm not interested in fighting with you, a wild buffalo. Let me tell you, my elder brother Murong Nan and others want to lead their disciples to intercept Chu Yingyang. Even if they die, they can't let him marry Junior Sister Xiqing. I'm going to participate. I don't have time to have mushrooms with you here!" The thin man who spoke waved his hand and pushed directly at the thick man.

When he heard the thin man's words, the stubborn man called Li Jindong suddenly showed a flying look on his face.

He said excitedly: "Really, are you saying true?"

"Why isn't it true? He ***, Kaiyang Sect bullies people too much. Even if the elders of the sect agree, we have to fight."

The thin man waved his hand hard and said fiercely: "My elder brother said that this time, their three heroes and seven swords will appear!"

"Okay, okay, I know that everyone on Lietian Peak is full of heroes, and this matter is me."

Li Jindong waved his thick palm and said heavily: "Even if I lose this life, I must not let those bastards get what they want."

"Yes, I've fought with that bastard!"

"***, our Wanxiang Sect was once one of the eighteen sects in the Risheng Realm. We must not lose all the faces of our ancestors."

"I don't believe it if I fight with that grandson and protect Junior Sister Xiqing. We can't beat the grandson of Kaiyangmen."

The sounds of shouts from the bottom of the heart made the thin man in the organization show joy on his face. He said loudly: "Let's go, let's fight with them!"

Ten people, twenty people, fifty people...

In just half a quarter of an hour, hundreds of people gathered around the thin man. They all held their heads and chests, and they stepped forward with big strides. The rolling blood flowed in their hearts, driving a breath of indomitable progress.

It can be said that there was a storm of flames burning in the hearts of these young disciples of Wanxiang Mountain, a flame that could burn a hole to the sky.

This flame burns, and this flame burns their blood, burns their hearts, and makes them full of angry fighting spirit.

When the Kaiyangmen envoy arrived, they all received the order from their master to welcome her honestly and must not offend the Kaiyangmen envoy.

Although they accepted these arrangements, they also felt uncomfortable in their hearts.
Chapter completed!