Soon, Yang Chen concealed his aura and landed on a rockery in the purple bamboo forest.
He held a slowly burning cigarette in his mouth, folded his hands on his chest, looked at Zuo Qiu who was folding a spiritual crane, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
"who!"
Zuo Qiu, who had just completed the paper crane transmission, heard the sizzling sound behind him, turned around nervously, clenched the sword in his hand, powerful spiritual energy began to surge, and his spiritual consciousness covered the surrounding area.
"Elder Zuo, I'm not sleeping this late at night, so I came to the Purple Bamboo Forest for a walk."
Yang Chen sat calmly on the rockery and looked at the paper crane in Zuo Qiu's hand: "The paper crane is the sound transmission method of your Paradise Sect. I didn't expect that Elder Zuo would use it to send love letters to his old lover."
"What nonsense!"
Seeing Yang Chen sitting on the rockery with a cigarette in his mouth, Zuo Qiu's eyes flashed with panic, and then he said coldly: "Sect Master Yang, you are now the sect leader of Longhu Mountain, why do you act like this?"
"I can't come to Zizhulin to exercise."
Yang Chen jumped up and landed in front of Zuo Qiu, "It's Elder Zuo. I don't know who is transmitting messages here so late at night. How about... I notify Master Ye to come over and have a look?"
"Yang Chen, don't think I'm afraid of you!"
Hearing this, Zuo Qiu used his right hand to exert force, and his spiritual energy instantly tore the paper crane into pieces.
"Destroy the evidence."
Yang Chen squinted his eyes and looked at Zuo Qiu, with the corners of his mouth raised slightly.
"This elder doesn't know what you are talking about!"
"Farewell!"
Zuo Qiu glanced at Yang Chen coldly, then disappeared into the purple bamboo forest.
"What the hell, eating everything inside and out!"
Yang Chen looked at the burning paper crane on the ground and murmured: "I don't know if the Kunlun Formation of the Kunlun Sect can withstand the people of the Soul Sect."
After saying that, Yang Chen disappeared into the purple bamboo forest.
Not far away, Zuo Qiu saw Yang Chen leaving, and immediately used the paper crane to transmit the message again: "Sect Master, Yang Chen is a troublemaker and needs to be eradicated as soon as possible!"
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Early the next morning.
In Kunlun Temple, Qi refiners from several major sects gathered together.
On the glass plate suspended in mid-air, Canglong sat on the main seat.
Zhang Longhu pulled Ye Huayue down from the sky, with an immortal air and a bottle of wine in his hand. He crossed his legs, bared his teeth and smiled at Canglong: "Old man, do you want some drink?"
"Brother Zhang is so elegant, drinking so early."
There was a smile on Canglong's face, but his eyes were unfriendly.
"You've been here for a long time and you don't even know the beautiful scenery outside. In our area of Longhu Mountain, morning drinking is a culture."
"Forget it, you don't know even if you tell me."
Zhang Longhu waved his hand.
A murderous intent of Cang Long Qi was buried in his eyes.
At this time, the Iron Fist Sect was engaged in an iron battle, and the Divine Medicine Villa Leihuo arrived one after another.
"Now, I declare that the second game of this competition has officially begun."
"Please invite participating disciples from each sect to come on stage."
After greeting everyone, Cang Long sat upright, waved his sleeves, and sounded like a bell.
Whoosh whoosh!
The next moment, Zhongli from the Divine Medicine Villa, Ye Susu from the Bliss Sect, and Tiesheng from the Iron Fist Sect came on stage.
On the stage, five furnaces and cauldrons have been prepared.
At this moment, a burning cloud of fire came from the sky, and a young man wearing a red outfit jumped onto the stage.
With a wave of his hand, the furnace cauldron prepared in front of him was pushed aside, and a one-meter-high black dragon-patterned furnace cauldron fell heavily.
"This is... the Kunlun Cauldron of Kunlun Mountain?"
Ye Huayue looked at the furnace in front of the young man, a surprised look flashed in his eyes.
When they heard it was Kunlun Cauldron, the whole audience immediately went into a panic.
"Old man, you are so unkind, taking out the treasure of the clan to compete."
Zhang Longhu said.
"The original sect master passed this thing to Meng Lang half a year ago."
"This competition is about weapon refining, my apprentice just wants to give his best."
Canglong narrowed his eyes and smiled proudly.
The Kunlun Cauldron is one of the three major spiritual weapons of the Kunlun Sect. Even the Iron Fist Sect, which is good at refining weapons, does not have a furnace cauldron of this level.
As soon as this thing was released, the Iron Fist Sect's Iron Fighters were all heartbroken. It was probably impossible to win the first place in this game.
Lei Huo from Shenyao Villa did not speak, but he also saw disappointment in his eyes.
"It's Third Senior Brother!"
"Senior Brother Meng Lang, we must win."
Seeing the handsome young man in red, the disciples of Kunlun Sect clapped their hands and applauded.
"Who is Yang Chen?"
Meng Lang squinted his eyes and glanced at the stage.
In an instant, everyone's eyes fell on Longhu Mountain below the stage.
Yang Chen smoked a cigarette leisurely, winked at Li Xiaoran, jumped up and went on stage: "I heard you were looking for me?"