Chapter 2147: Zongmen establishment

Xu Ziyan slightly frowned and frowned. In Xu Ziyan’s heart, she did not think that the vertical pattern was connected to the net with a horizontal pattern. Suddenly in my heart, I know that I have nothing to worry about. It is not impossible to combine this thousand and eighty-symbols with a horizontal pattern to form a congenital fairy, but it will be a very complicated pattern. The added pattern will not be less than one thousand and eighty, and will be several times more.
However, Xu Ziyan did not want to do this. She just wanted to add nine lines of characters. These nine lines were replaced by Yuanli. With nine pieces of superposition, the power of the whole pattern was increased tenfold, but this pattern was The grade is still the peak of the late nine products, not the inferior fairy.
"Mo Daoyou, if you just add a few lines, you don't want to improve the quality of the pattern, just improve the power of the pattern, can you do that?"
"You idiot?" Mo Wuwei couldn't help but screamed out: "Where is this pattern? Do you know that the grades and power of the plaids complement each other? The higher the grade, the stronger the power, and I have never heard of it. I can tell you how to add a few striated lines without raising the grading level. I also tell you how to use the purple smog. Without thousands of striated lines, it is impossible to raise the power of the scent. But I am sorry, I am not the original inferior, so I can't do it."
"Then let me try it!" Xu Ziyan said helplessly.
"What?" Mo Wuwei is a glimpse: "Do you come to try? Do you know that the chaotic pattern is increased indiscriminately? Once the force is forced to explode within the pattern, will your sect be blown away?"
"I know this!" Xu Ziyan nodded seriously: "But I still want to try."
The look of inaction is a stagnation. Then the face became very ugly. Immediately on the face, there was an endless sarcasm:
"Xu Ziyan, anyway, my work has already been done. If you break the pattern, I don't have time to re-lay it."
"I know!" Xu Ziyan nodded seriously.
Do not look at the look of Xu Ziyan. In the end, I squatted on my robes and walked to the side and stood there. Anyway, I haven’t put it into Xianjing or the demon, and there’s no explosion. He’s going to see how Xu Ziyan is shameful. Then he sneered at the purple smoke, and then left the sleeves, spreading the stupidity of Xu Ziyan throughout the eastern sect.
Xu Ziyan’s emptiness has caught the handwriting that has now been re-constructed into the best innate fairy treasure. Mo Wuwei’s eyes are shrinking. Although he does not see that this is the best innate treasure, he also recognizes that this is a congenital treasure.

Is this purple smoke really a fairy teacher? Otherwise how would she have a sample-level pen?

At this time, the eyes of the monks were concentrated on the pen of the hands of Xu Ziyan, and the human race inevitably had the psychology of taking clothes. Seeing the pen in the hands of Xu Ziyan, I couldn’t help but feel that Xu Ziyan should be a fairy-level teacher with a low grade. And since it can change the pattern of the layout. Then she is at least one of the immortalists who are incompetent with the sample level.
But then they have something to do. Because Xu Ziyan stood with his pen in his hand and frowned, not speaking.
No smile.
Presumably, the purple smoke does not know what opportunity has been encountered to get such a pen, not proficient in the pattern. At this point, the pen is taken out, but I don't know how to lay out the pattern.
It is also normal to think that it is normal, even if it is the Fuzong disciple who wants to reach the nine-character fairy. Which immortal teacher did not study hard for tens of thousands of years, or hundreds of thousands of years. For example, he has not been able to study for millions of years before he can become the late nine-character.
How big is Xu Ziyan?
But at the age of 200, in such a short period of time, is it possible to have such a realm?
But then his brow was wrinkled again. If Xu Ziyan could not change the pattern, what did she do for this move?
What is Xu Ziyan doing there?
That is because Xu Ziyan just took out the pen, and in her gods came the voice of the pen that was originally obtained in the Fun Palace:
"Ziyan, purple smoke..."
"What?" Xu Ziyan communicated with Fushen in the knowledge of God.
"Take up your broken pen, I am a god, what are you doing with that broken pen?"
Xu Ziyan turned a blank eye and said in the knowledge: "Which pen is my freedom? Is it different? What is the difference between you and my pen?"
"Different places are big!" The voice of Fushen roared in the sea of ​​Xu Ziyan: "Your pen is a great congenital treasure. But it is dead, you need to personally arrange the pattern. But I am different, I am alive. As long as you send me the plaid you want to lay, I can arrange it for you. You can stand here and watch it."
"so smart?"
"Of course!" Fu Shen's tone is full of pride.
"But... why are you so active this time?" Xu Ziyan's tone was somewhat doubtful.
"I can't do my heart?"
"Do not believe!" Xu Ziyan simply denied: "Moreover, you are a soul, there is no heart!"
"you……"
"You can't say it? It's quiet without saying it. I'm going to lay out the pattern!"
"Well, you won!" Fushen's voice was a little discouraged: "I want to go out!"
"Go out? Where are you going?"
"Where to go anywhere, don't shut me in the storage ring anyway, it's too lonely! I'm going crazy!"
Xu Ziyan scratched his head and suddenly understood the of the heart. If he had been locked up in a small black house, he would be forced to go crazy.
"Ok!"
In the eyes of everyone, Xu Ziyan took the best innate fairy treasure and took it out.
The monks’ minds are all in one, and then they are in the heart:
Nima, are you showing off the rich? Just took out a great congenital treasure, and now I have a pen, one can’t see what What is the grade of the pen, this this... This also makes people not live?"
Xu Ziyan did not pay attention to them at this time, and her heart also wanted to see what magical things there are. In the knowledge of God, I sent the nine lines of the pattern that I wanted to lay in the of the gods. Then said to the god:
"It's your turn!"
"No problem!" Fu Shen said proudly: "You should have a devout look, holding me in both hands, but I am a god."
"Roll, otherwise you will shut the little black house!"
Xu Ziyan raised his hand and threw the out from the gate. Her move made the surrounding monks a glimpse. What is this purple smoke to do? The eyes could not help but look at the gods that were thrown out.
I saw that the pen of the phoenix phoenix was thrown outside, and did not fall to the ground, but instead went to the air and then flew upwards.
Haven't waited for Xu Ziyan to step, the big monks have already rushed out and looked into the air. They are really curious, and they have never seen such a scene. A pen will fly by themselves.
Xu Ziyan also walked out of the hall at this time, standing in the courtyard and looking into the air. At this time, I saw a seven-color ray flying everywhere in the valley, pulling out the rainbow like a rainbow. It was only a dozen times of time, and the light flew over to Xu Ziyan, and Xu Ziyan grabbed it in his hand.
Spreading out the knowledge and scanning it in the valley, looking down at the face of the gods, there is a hint of surprise, I did not expect this is really not simple.
"Don't put me in the storage ring! You promised, otherwise I will not help you again in the future." The voice of God is anxious.
Xu Ziyan looked at the pen in his hand and sighed. He took a rope from the storage ring and tied the pen to his waist.
Everyone looked at Xu Ziyan with a sly look. I don't know why Xu Ziyan didn't put a pen on the storage ring, but tied it to the waist.
"Little sister, you are..." Langyue looked at the eccentricity of Xu Ziyan's waist.
"Oh...nothing." Xu Ziyan said with a smile: "When you go out, everyone knows that I am a fairy teacher."
Mo Wuwei's face turned into a purple color. At this time, he already understood that the reason why Xu Ziyan used him to lay out the pattern was to use free labor. The reason why the Sovereign sent a disciple to help, it did not really help, but to Xu Ziyan.
Understood all this, even if he was angry and did not dare to get angry, only standing there depressed.
Langyue looked in his eyes, and his heart smiled and shivered, but his face could not see the points. Considering that the younger sisters are also supposed to open their own schools, and they are not too offended, they have changed their minds;
"Small sister, what time are you going to set the time for the establishment of the Zongmen? It is also a good time to prepare for the invitation to the southern parties."
Xu Ziyan shook his head indifferently: "You don't have to send invitations, and you don't have to pick up the days. Today, even the Zongmen was established."
"How is this going?" Lang Yue looked anxiously: "There must be witnesses in the establishment of Zongmen, and the monks who did not observe the ceremony would be very shameful. The higher the monk who came to observe the ceremony, the higher the sect would be. I am valued. If you build a Zongmen, no one will admit it."

Do I need them to admit it?
Xu Ziyan said faintly:
I have no ambitions, I want to have a place to cultivate.

Seeing that Langyue still has to talk, Xu Ziyan smiled and stopped Lang Yuedao: "Well, Master. Are you and your friends not just witnesses? I immediately called the disciples in the door, and this established the Zongmen."

Lang Yue looked helplessly at Xu Ziyan, knowing that this little teacher and sister did not take the establishment of Zongmen as one thing at all. The monks of the Upper Yuanmeng and the Eight Great Zongmen are looking at Xu Ziyan slyly, one by one:
"This is the establishment of the Zongmen, you think that you are a family!"

Ask for a pink ticket! Ask for a ticket!

(To be continued~^~)