When Yang Xiu heard that the old man Zhuji had no intention of vetoing it immediately, he immediately said in a deep voice: "If you don't enter the tiger's den, how can you get a tiger's son? As long as you can go further on the road to immortal cultivation, your disciples are not afraid of danger."

"What a 'How can you get a tiger' if you don't enter the tiger'!"

Old Man Zhuji nodded in admiration, turned his head to Lin Shuangchen and said, "Chen'er, this is your apprentice. What do you say, the master?"

When Lin Shuangchen heard this, his beautiful eyes stayed on Yang Xiu for a moment and said, "Uncle Master, Chen'er felt that 'How can he get a tiger' if he doesn't enter the tiger's den?'

"Haha, OK! The master and apprentice are united,"

Old Man Zhuji waved his sleeves and was in a good mood, saying, "Then Yang Xiu will go and prepare. You and your master go to the Heavenly Conference, don't lose face in my Tianshu Pavilion."

"Yes!" Yang Xiu quickly bowed and smiled.

It's done!

Unexpectedly, the beautiful master would go there too. Walking along like this would avoid Ouyang Jianqing from making a fuss.

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Leave a Book Hall.

"Ahem...what? You're going to the Heavenly Conference!?"

Fang Houdao was almost choked after hearing Yang Xiu's words. He sprayed out all the wine in his mouth. He looked angry and shouted at Yang Xiu: "You are tired of living, right? With your cultivation level, aren't you going to seek death?"

Yang Xiu laughed and said, "It's okay, my master will go too. What are I afraid of when I am standing by such a big tree?"

"Young ignorant, young ignorant,"

Fang Houdao's head was like a rattle, and he sighed and said, "You don't know how difficult it will be to go to Fanjing Mountain."

"Old man Fang, you said it was a pity before, why have you changed your mind again now?"

Yang Xiu sat next to Fang Houdao, tore off a piece of meat from the plate on the table, threw it into his mouth and chewed it while saying, "You look down on me so much."

Fang Houdao glared at the sight and his beard raised: "Little bastard, you know what's wrong. Outside the sphere of influence of the human race, spiritual beasts and monsters are everywhere on the earth. Those people feed on immortal cultivators. If you accidentally go to the wilderness, you will turn into someone else's snacks."

Fang Houdao did not exaggerate because the spiritual energy gathered in the body of the immortal cultivators, and those powerful monsters often preyed on the cultivators to devour spiritual power to improve their cultivation.

On the contrary, cultivators with high cultivation often hunt monsters. The monsters are very strong and precious in their body and can be used to temper treasures, while demon pills can be used to refine pills, which are priceless.

For thousands of years, the monsters and human races have become mortal enemies, killing each other.

With Yang Xiu's current small body, it's not enough to plug the teeth of those big monsters.

Yang Xiu knew that Fang Houdao was kind-hearted, and he smiled and made jokes with the other party, covering up the topic. However, Yang Xiu had already made up his mind that no matter how difficult it was, he would participate in this tour of the Heavenly Vacation Conference.

Yang Xiu knew that his qualifications to cultivate immortals were ordinary. If he could not face difficulties, then his future path to cultivation would be a life-and-death life. Even if he could survive the body tempering period, he would definitely not be able to break through the Qi Sea.

After having supper with Fang Houdao, Yang Xiu returned to his room and began to sit cross-legged and practice.

The Immortal Sword is an attack-type spell. It uses special methods to condense and aggregate spiritual power, forming a nearly physical spiritual power ripple outside the body. As the skill of the exercises is proficient, this ripple can be extended outwards and move with your heart, with endless wonderful uses.

Yang Xiu calmed down and started practicing the exercises, and pinched the spiritual ritual in his hand for a while. After a while, a light green ripples appeared on the palm of his right hand. The blue pattern continued to expand outward as Yang Xiu's breathing, and then disappeared into the air half a foot away, constantly reciprocating, extremely mysterious.

Yang Xiu picked up the Bailu sword beside him and put it in front of him. His five fingers of his right hand moved slightly, allowing the green ripples to fit on his fingertips, and then gently pressed it on the sword. A small dent immediately appeared on the extremely hard Bailu sword.

Yang Xiu planned to add something to the immortal text engraved on the sword.

After getting the Bailu Sword for so long, Yang Xiu had already thoroughly studied the immortal texts on the sword and basically understood how to use the immortal text to strengthen magic weapons. He had previously studied the fragments of magic weapons left by Situ Yong, and Yang Xiuxin gained something, so he had this idea.

The White Deer Sword is a genuine magic weapon that is indestructible and is as hard as mud. However, under Yang Xiu's careful control, the blue ripples easily carve several traces on the sword, and small immortal texts appear one by one.

By breaking the magic weapon so easily, it can be seen that the mysterious ripples are extraordinary. Yang Xiu was just trying it out, but he was already happy to see this, but his hands were still steady.

Half an hour later, the green light in Yang Xiu's hand gradually faded away, and his whole body was sore and weak. Using blue patterns to carve texts was also exhausted, which made Yang Xiu very tired.

"call……"

Yang Xiu let out a long breath, picked up the White Deer Sword and put it in front of him. Four lines of neat immortal texts were added to the White Deer Sword that was shining with black light. This is the method that Yang Xiu grasped the greatest grasp, which can increase the solidity of the White Deer Sword by 30%, almost reaching the quality of a medium-grade magic weapon!

This is one of the influences of the level of immortal literature on the path of cultivation. Yang Xiu gently waved the White Deer Sword and became more confident about this trip to Fanjing Mountain.

...

Three days later.

The weather is clear in the morning, and there is no trace of white clouds. The Tianshu Mountain, which is rich in spirit, is even more green and full of green.

At the foot of Tianshu Peak, a huge spiritual boat about thirty feet long parked steadily in the open space.

The shape of the spiritual boat is no different from that of ordinary ships. The only difference is that the surface is engraved with countless immortal texts, with golden light shining, and vaguely spots of spiritual power floating out of it, which is extremely beautiful.

Nearly a hundred disciples in white Taoist robes stood in the open space, turned their heads to observe the spiritual boats, and talked excitedly with each other, with unconcealed expectation in their eyes.

Yang Xiu and Liu Xian were also standing in the crowd, carrying packages and long swords, and were also observing this giant carefully.

Liu Xian has a very good talent for cultivating immortals and is about to hit the second bottleneck. He is the key training target among inner disciples, so he was also included in the team by the sect and traveled with Yang Xiu.

"How much does it cost to create such a huge creature~" Liu Xian sighed from the bottom of his heart.

"Anyway, it's quite expensive. It seems that there are only two sects in Tongzhou that have spiritual boats." Yang Xiu responded, and he had already recalled the relevant records in his mind.

The spiritual boat is driven by spirit stones and controlled by cultivators. It is an excellent choice for cultivators to travel long distances and cross dangerous areas. The spiritual boat is full of immortal texts and is covered with formations, and its defense is very strong.

The spiritual boat of Tianshu Pavilion has a history of more than 500 years and belongs to a small spiritual boat. It is said that the large spiritual boats of some famous schools are hundreds of feet long, and I don’t know what kind of majestic scene it should be.

In front of the team, Lin Shuangchen and Liu Wenzhong were communicating with old man Zhuji. During this trip to Fanjing Mountain, these two people were led by Tianshu Pavilion. Thinking of the last time Situ Yong was seriously injured, Yang Xiu had a deeper understanding of Liu Wenzhong's strength and felt much more at ease.

After a while, Liu Wenzhong turned around and floated into the air. His voice spread clearly in the open space: "Okay, everyone boarded the spiritual boat and set off!"

The disciples agreed and turned around and walked quickly towards the spiritual boat. Yang Xiu and Liu Xian waved their hands on the other side of the open space, and then turned around. The old dark horse next to Fang's side "Xilulu" neighed a few times, as if they couldn't bear to let Yang Xiu leave.

After a moment, various formations and immortal texts on the surface of the spiritual boat lit up one after another. With a buzzing sound of air, the huge spiritual boat steadily rose and flew north, and then the speed became faster and faster, and soon turned into a small black dot in the air and disappeared without a trace.

"Oh... I have to eat the food I cook in the future, and I have to do the work myself. How can I live this life..." Fang Houdao sighed to the sky and said helplessly.

The old dark horse next to him sniffed disdainfully and glanced at Fang Houdao, as if he was despising the other party's cheeky skin.

...

A disciple of the Tianshu Pavilion stands on the side of the boat, watching the surrounding scenery from a high place, and talking excitedly. Most people experience flying for the first time and are extremely excited.

"Look, it's Tianshu Peak! It turns out that this is the place we usually stay."

"It's Xiao Mengshan, and there is also there. Isn't it the big river in the Heavenly Book?"

"Wow, there is the gate of our Tianshuge Mountain. From the top, it turns out that it is only so small."

However, Yang Xiu's attention was not on viewing the scenery, but bypassed the excited disciples and came to the stern of the boat, carefully observing the spiritual boat under his feet.

After a close observation, I found that the spiritual boat was actually covered with scars, countless small ones, and some large ones were even about a meter long, just like they were caught by some creature.

In addition to these scars, the spiritual boat is also covered with countless mottled traces of time. I don’t know how many dangers it has experienced in the past few hundred years.

Just as Yang Xiu was secretly surprised, the disciples on the other side of the spiritual boat all exclaimed.

"Look at that, there are spiritual boats there too!"

"There are marks at the tail of the boat, as if it is the spiritual boat of the Xianmo Sect."

"Tsk, the other party's spiritual boat is much smaller than our Tianshu Pavilion, so how can we be as powerful as ours."

Everyone spoke out, and Yang Xiu also came here to look into the distance, and then he found that a light green spiritual boat flew out of the clouds and mist.

The other party's spiritual boat is much smaller than the Tianshu Pavilion, and there is a mark on the tail of the Xianmo Sect. No wonder everyone makes a sarcasm. However, what Yang Xiu saw was that the other party's spiritual boat was as new as before, and there was no scar at all. It was obviously newly built.

Building a spiritual boat requires a lot of money and cherishing raw materials, which consumes a lot of money. The Xianmo School can build a new spiritual boat, but the Tianshu Pavilion can only use an old spiritual boat with hundreds of years of history...

Yang Xiu thought in his mind. From this point of view, at least in terms of the resources and financial resources of the sect, the Tianshu Pavilion has been steadily surpassed by the Xianmo Sect.
Chapter completed!