After Shizun failed to deliver water [Transmigration Book]

Chapter 49 The Fairy Gate Conference

Qi Wuyou pinched the communication talisman for a while: "..."

really.

Luo Yunzhang is now in the limelight, and to ruin him at the Xianmen Conference is to let him fall directly from the top to the dust?

It is not possible to lose in an ordinary way, most of the time, like in the original book, you have to lose so badly that your will is broken, so that Bao Yi can be satisfied.

But in the original book, Luo Yunzhang would lose to Liu Yinglan because he practiced reverse mentality.

Now not only has he removed [-]% of this hidden danger, but Luo Yunzhang has also untied the seal of the wrist guard ahead of time and comprehended the Xiaoyao Sword.

With his current strength, it is impossible to lose to anyone in the Xianmen Conference.

Qi Wuyou tightened his five fingers and crumpled the summoning talisman.

On the table, candles were flickering.

His knuckles were stretched until they turned white. After a long time, he stretched out the messenger talisman to the candle and lit it.

Seeing that the messenger talisman was ignited bit by bit, he sat down at the desk and lifted up his clothes, picked up a pen and dipped in ink.

——If the current Luo Yunzhang loses, he can only do it.

Sweeping through the pattern of the hidden language pattern in the open book, and thinking for a moment, Qi Wuyou disassembled what he wanted to say into a painting.

He did not follow the order of the hidden language formations when he wrote the pen, but relied on his own imagination, moving here and there, it was the spirit in his body, and it was difficult to connect the formations scattered in every corner of the picture. stand up.

When the pen is drawn, anyone who looks at it will see the scene of the first sunshine of the Xiaoyao Xianzong.

He wrote an inscription on the upper right of the screen, writing down the invitation to the Fairy Gate Conference.

He drew several sheets one after another, and filled in the names of the various sects and suzerains in turn.

All the paintings were short of one stroke, but on the invitation card of Longyinzong, the insignificant stroke was made up, and then the words "Nangongli, the suzerain of Longyinzong" were neatly written.

Early the next morning, the invitation cards for the Immortal Gate Conference drawn by Mr. Lan Fang were sent to the major immortal sects.

Long Yinzong.

A disciple hurriedly came to Goatee holding an invitation: "Uncle Zhou! Uncle Zhou! The Xiaoyao Immortal Sect sent the invitation for the Immortal Clan Conference!"

Hu Zhoukun, the goatee, was calculating the quotas for this month's disciples in the sect, and said, "Didn't the suzerain say that the vitality of the Longyin sect has not recovered, so you won't go to this year's fairy gate meeting?"

The disciple scratched his head and said, "I don't know, it was sent here anyway."

Goatee said: "Maybe it means something, give it away, take it away, don't delay my work."

"Oh." The little disciple responded.

Xiaoyao Xianzong's invitation card is very delicate, the little disciple opened the invitation card curiously while walking outside, and found a line of small characters on the bottom of the invitation card that is not very obvious, and read it out: "Lan, Fang, Jun, respect, honor..."

Hearing the words "Lan Fangjun", with a goatee ear, "Who are you talking about?"

The little disciple was startled: "Huh?"

The goatee walked over quickly, and the young disciple handed out the invitation and said, "It's Lan, Mr. Lan Fang, what's the matter, Senior Brother Zhou?"

Goatee took the invitation and looked at it, and said: "If it is written by Lan Fangjun himself, let the suzerain have a look."

Ever since Long Yinzong was rebuilt, Nan Gongli locked himself in the alchemy room, made alchemy day and night, and distributed it to the disciples of the sect, trying to make up for the loss of the disciples in the sect for 15 years.

Another furnace of elixir was released, and when the elixir was cooled and finalized, he divided the elixirs into grades and put them into jade bottles.

At this moment, someone knocked on the door: "Sovereign, Lord Lan Fang has sent an invitation."

Nan Gongli raised his head, put down the pill in his hand and opened the door, took the invitation from the goatee, and opened it to check.

"When did it arrive?"

"Just now."

"Understood." Nangong Li scanned the words on the upper right of the invitation and said, "The elixir has been released, you can share it and distribute it."

The goatee should go down and enter the elixir room to pack the elixir.

Nan Gongli took the invitation and walked all the way back to his bedroom, looking at it as he walked—Xiaoyao Xianzong knew that Long Yinzong would not attend the Fairy Gate Conference, why did he send the invitation over?

It was also painted by Mr. Lan Fang.

Nan Gongli took the invitation card a little further away. At first glance, the pattern on the invitation card was just a landscape painting, nothing special.

But the pattern of a cloud of mist lingering around the periphery of the fairy mountain caught Nangongli's attention.

He himself is a master of phantom formations, and he is extremely sensitive to formations.

If the pattern of the cloud and mist is reversed and meets the protrusion on the nearby mountain... isn't it just the footnote of the hidden language formation?

Nangong Li was startled, strode across the long corridor back to the room, spread paper and rubbed ink, put the invitation card beside him, gradually disassembled the patterns buried in the painting by Qi Wuyou, restored them one by one, and finally A complete anonymous array was drawn on the rice paper.

He unwrapped the cryptic array, stared at the words on the paper, got up suddenly, summoned his disciples and said, "Reply to Xiaoyao Xianzong, saying that the monks of Longyinzong will go soon."

The disciple wondered: "But the suzerain, we..." can't beat the disciples of other sects.

The cultivation base of the disciples of the age of Long Yinzong is much lower than that of other sect disciples. If they go there, they will be beaten as sandbags?

He didn't say the second half of the sentence, but Nan Gongli understood what he meant, and murmured: "Long Yinzong has avoided the world for many years, and it's time to contact other immortal sects.