Five days have passed since the battle between Liang Yan and Zuo Qianyan.
The battle that day caused an uproar in the Yungang Sect. If he was only slightly famous after the incident at the Sword-making Pavilion, then after the incident at the Life and Death Platform, he can be said to be famous.
Even many disciples who had been in seclusion for many years began to inquire about Liang Yan, and the news that he was accepted as a direct disciple by Yu Xuanji spread like wildfire.
Someone with good intentions described the battle that day vividly, and guessed that Liang Yan had extraordinary qualifications, maybe a top-notch single-attribute spiritual root, and that was why Yu Xuanji took a fancy to him and took him into his sect.
What's more, he boldly predicted that if Liang Yan improves his cultivation, after the original Jin Jiuchong and others have established their foundation, he is likely to succeed them and become one of the next "Yungang Five Sons".
Of course, some people sneered at this statement, thinking that Liang Yan was an exaggeration and only superficial.
However, there are different opinions on all this, but it has nothing to do with Liang Yan.
At this moment, he was sitting cross-legged in the cave. From time to time, he shot out a spell with his hands, which flew into a small brass cauldron in front of him. And as he entered the spell, the flames under the small cauldron also flashed from time to time. Big and small, the heat is constantly changing.
After several hours of this, he suddenly saw the small cauldron shaking, and the lid of the cauldron making a knocking sound. A look of panic flashed in Liang Yan's eyes, and the magic formula in his hand suddenly changed, and he pointed at the small cauldron from a distance.
As a blue magic formula entered, the small cauldron gradually calmed down. Liang Yan breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this. However, before he could do anything else, the top of the small cauldron suddenly exploded with a bang! Soaring upward into the sky.
A ball of white spiritual energy escaped from the inside of the small cauldron. Liang Yan raised his hand and saw three pieces of black residue flying out of the small cauldron and falling into his hand.
"Is the elixir useless after all?"
Liang Yan looked at the residue in his hand, his eyes full of disappointment.
"Although Master's Fire Control Technique is exquisite, it seems to me that it is really not the material for alchemy. Even the lowest level Spirit Gathering Pill, I have already spent seven times refining it. When will the Sword Raising Pill be available?" Only then can it be refined."
As he thought this, he took another look at the storage bag at his waist. There were many materials neatly stacked there, and it was clear that they were all the fruits of his work over the past few days.
The Yungang Sect is no better than Yixing Pavilion. The management within the sect is relatively loose. It is common for disciples to exchange resources within the sect and buy and sell items. Over time, a market has even been formed within the sect, and most of the stall owners in it are from the sect. A low-level disciple within.
The small brass cauldron just now was a basic alchemy furnace that he bought from this market for three hundred spirit stones. In addition, he also spent a lot of spirit stones to prepare the "Sword Raising Pill". Most of the materials were purchased.
It's just that the three materials of lark, star stone and Tibetan flower are not seen in the market because they are too rare. However, the star stone is very small, and the reward from the quest of the Sword Forging Pavilion is enough.
As for lark, he also spent contribution points and exchanged a lot of it from the sect's Ziwei Pavilion. Only this last Tibetan flower, he still hasn't gotten a single one.
"The sword-raising elixir is difficult to refine, and the materials are even rarer. It seems that I have to speed up the progress and go to Baihu Pavilion to take on more tasks so that I can collect enough contribution points as soon as possible."
Just as he was muttering to himself, a white light suddenly flew from outside the cave. This white light passed through the hall, ignoring the restrictions outside the cave as if it were nothing, and flew directly into Liang Yan's stone chamber.
Liang Yan was startled, and turned around to look, only to see a white light burst out, turning into an old man in Taoist robes with white beard and white hair, and slowly said to him:
"Liang Yan, a disciple of Guanyufeng, recently won a fair battle with Zuo Qianyan, a disciple of Shenju Peak. Since the two had a related bet, after discussion with the elders, it was determined that Liang Yan would replace Zuo Qianyan. Three days later, he came
Report to Xuanwu Pavilion at Qingtian Peak, remember not to be absent!"
After the old man finished speaking, before Liang Yan could react, he slowly faded away and disappeared without a trace a moment later, as if he had never appeared before.
"Amazing!"
Liang Yan sighed softly in his heart, even though he knew that it was just a phantom and not the true deity at all. But the spiritual pressure this man gave him was very terrifying, and it might have reached the level of Yu Xuanji.
"The reason why I was asked to go to Xuanwu Pavilion is probably because of the little secret realm of the Yan Kingdom mentioned by Master. Hehe, it's not in vain that Zuo Qianyan and I had a battle on the stage of life and death. I finally got this spot."
Liang Yan smiled slightly as he spoke, raised his hand to cast a spell, put the spiritual materials in the storage bag into the alchemy furnace one by one, and began to prepare for the next round of alchemy.
Three days later, in the early morning, Liang Yan flew out of the cave and walked with his sword all the way to the halfway point of Qingtian Peak.
Qingtian Peak is where the successive heads of the Yungang Sect have been located, and the Xuanwu Pavilion halfway up the mountain is where the elders of the sect hold meetings.
Liang Yan put away his flying sword when he was far away, landed on the mountain road, and walked all the way towards Xuanwu Pavilion. After he stepped through the gate, he realized that dozens of people were already standing in the hall.
These people are all Qi Refining Stage monks like him, most of them are at the eighth level of Qi Refining, and only a dozen of them have reached the ninth level.
And at the front of the crowd, there were five people standing. These five people had different expressions, and their clothes were very different. There seemed to be a lot of distance between them intentionally or unintentionally.
"They are all at the peak of the ninth level of Qi refining. These five people must be the so-called 'Yungang Five'!" Liang Yan thought to himself.
However, he didn't pay much attention to these five people. He immediately stepped forward, stopped casually in the crowd, and waited quietly.
At first, there were disciples arriving one after another outside the hall, but then they became fewer and fewer. After half a stick of incense was burned, no one entered the hall anymore.
Not long after, there was a sudden sound of wind, and everyone turned their heads to look out the door. They saw two vague figures coming from the horizon. They were on the horizon at first, but in the blink of an eye, they had already fallen.
At the door of the hall.
A gust of wind passed through the hall, and Liang Yan narrowed his eyes. Before he could see the face of the person coming clearly, there was no longer a figure at the door.
At this time, an old voice sounded from behind everyone:
"The soul is stable and the magic power is pure, not bad! The Qi Refining disciples of this year's Yungang Sect all have a solid foundation."
Liang Yan was startled and quickly turned his head to look, only to see two more people sitting on the main seat at the back of the hall.
One of them is dressed in green and has black hair. Although he looks over fifty, he is still handsome and handsome. The other is nearly seventy years old, with a white beard and white eyebrows. He is currently sitting on the throne with a gentle smile on his face.