In the dark sky in the distance, a sword suddenly broke through the wind and rain.

The sword light went from far to near, and finally arrived in front of the Changmingzong Mountain Gate. After several days of renovation, the stone steps in front of the Changming Mountain Gate that night were repaired by the palm power and sword energy, and the sword light fell here.

The disciples of the mountain gate felt the open sword energy, and knew who was back, and saluted to the person in the sword light.

When the sword light was closed, the sword energy was overflowing, cutting the breeze and tearing the rain curtain apart.

Chen Feng nodded to the disciples, walked through the mountain gate, and then spread his body again and headed towards Qingzhu Peak, always holding a bag in his hand.

After the Changming Sect’s protection formation failed, through the unremitting efforts of a group of elders, it was able to restore its function. An invisible barrier was formed around the Changming Mountains, and the only way to enter and exit was a mountain gate.

He returned to his thatched hut in Qingzhu Peak, and his whole body was shocked. A mist suddenly appeared from his clothes, and he actually used his energy to shake out all the rain in his clothes.

Chen Feng took out a white stone from the bag. The stone was crescent-shaped, with a layer of quiet light floating on its surface, as if it had covered the entire stone with a veil, which seemed to have a sacred meaning.

Looking at the moon and the sky, bizarre.

This is the unique thing in the Moon Pavilion, the Crescent Stone.

Wangyue Pavilion has been passed down for thousands of years and has always been close to Changmingzong. It is a very famous sect in Chengtian Continent. Unlike ordinary sects, the practitioners in this sect are all women, from the elders of the pavilion to the disciples and servants, and men are forbidden to take a step.

Crescent Stone is a treasure formed by the practitioners of the Wangyue Pavilion when practicing, because of the special nature of their practice, and resonance with the surrounding spirit stones. This process often requires decades of hard practice and is extremely precious, so it is rarely spread outside. Almost all the magic tools held by the disciples in the Pavilion are refined from Crescent Stone.

It took Chen Feng three days to borrow crescent stone. At this time, the rest of the paper had been dragged to the elders of the Outer Mountain to get together, but it was still the same.

The lamp oil of the eternal lamp.

The eternal lantern here is not the eternal lantern that the people release into the air to pray on New Year's Eve, but the treasure of the Eternal lantern of the Changming Sect that ordinary elders and even the closed disciples are not qualified to come into contact with.

The ancestor of Changming, Master Xuanhong, lit the three thousand immortal lanterns of Changming during the war between gods and demons, made a deal with the heavens, changed fate against the heavens, and brought a glimmer of hope for the situation of losing in the final decisive battle.

Now that time has passed, there has never been such a war in a thousand years, so the Changming Fairy Lantern has never been used. Even if the power carried by Zhao Haotian has shaken the foundation of Changming's fortune, Guo Mingzhe would rather be seriously injured than use the Changming Fairy Lantern to protect the fullness of the Twelve Peaks.

Some people even suspected that the Changming Immortal Lantern was just a legend. The Xuanhong True Man thousands of years ago did not have the ability to sacrifice and refine such magic weapons, or the Changming had lost the means to create the immortal lamp, which became a unique skill.

Only the real senior officials of Changming Sect knew that the extremely method of making the Changming Immortal Lantern was indeed preserved. The secret method of opening the sword when Chixia Peak forged the weapon was the lamp oil from the fairy Lantern, and they are now stored in the mist valley of Langya Peak.

But Chen Feng did not need to go to Langya Peak to get lamp oil. Chixia Peak saved some lamp oil. It is much easier to get there than to enter the Yunwu Valley. Because this lamp oil is so precious, he chose to go and get it himself after he came back.

When the rain stopped, the clouds began to become thinner, and a twilight appeared in the distant sky, making some people feel palpitations.

Chen Feng set out to Chixia Peak and met the third elder Wu Yong.

Wu Yong poured a cup of tea for Chen Feng. Some craftsmen had long been blackened by fireworks because of their forging tools for many years, but their palms were very clean and they could not even see a cocoon.

Wu Yong looked at him and smiled and said, "I don't have wine here, so I can make do with tea."

"What did senior brother say? Among us, the third brother, your tea ceremony is the best."

Chen Feng picked up the teacup and sniffed it, then smiled and said, "The smell is rich and mellow. Just smelling this fragrance is intoxicating. It can already replace the wine. How about the tea you make in my wine gourd in the future?"

Wu Yong smiled and said, "When did you become so slickering. Tell me, what magic weapon is missing?"

Chen Feng took a sip of tea and said, "It's your senior brother, you know me. I really want something when I come to Chixia Peak, but this time I don't need magic tools."

"What do you want?"

"The lamp oil of the fairy lamp."

Wu Yong was silent for a while, then looked at him and asked, "How much do you need?"

Chen Feng said: "At least three drops."

Wu Yong pondered for a moment, then agreed, "Okay, you'll send someone to pick it up tomorrow."

Chen Feng was stunned and asked, "Don't you ask what I'm going to do?"

"If I'm convenient to tell me, then I'll know sooner or later."

Wu Yong smiled and said, "You and my brothers, why bother to ask?"

Chen Feng gently touched the cup in his hand on the other party's cup, then drank it all, and sighed, "It's not for my unscrupulous disciple? That boy was caught in a strange poison when he fought with a thief named Yan Rumo during the battle against the mountain. I took him to find uncle, and even he could only say he could try it out and do his best."

Wu Yong also used tea instead of wine, raised his glass to drink, and said, "I have heard of your noble disciple's affairs, which is a pity. However, since there is a glimmer of hope, we cannot give up any disciple, let alone a genius like Feng Xiaohan."

Because it had just rained, the greenness in the mountains and forests was even better. Even in the early evening, it would feel a little sticky and greasy. The spirit insects hidden in the bushes began to cry again after the heavy rain.

The breeze that brushes through his face brings a fresh breath, but it cannot remove the anxiety in Chen Feng's eyes.

"Uncle Master asked me to prepare six things to test for poison, but these six things do not even have a medicinal herb."

Chen Feng frowned slightly and said, "Although he only needs to test the properties of the poison instead of the antidote, he does not use medicinal materials to test the poison, but uses these spiritual treasures in the heaven and earth. What medicine does Uncle Master sell in this gourd?"

Wu Yong raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "Uncle Master's behavior has always been difficult to understand. Did Uncle Master have a conclusion in his mind and just want to verify it again?"

Chen Feng looked at him and said, "There is a black jade in these things, just a slightly special jade. I can't figure out what it has to do with detoxification."

Wu Yong shook his head and said, "Uncle Master did not use his cultivation to force the toxins directly for him. Then the poison is naturally very special, and the method of measuring the poison cannot be judged according to common sense. Instead of caring about this, it is better to pay more attention to the lower Feng Xiaohan. As far as I know, he is not a stable child."

Chen Feng said: "Uncle Master said that his vitality should not be less than 30%. I didn't have enough crescent stones for this trip, and I also borrowed something else for him."

Wu Yong put down the teacup in his hand and said in surprise: "Is it..."

"good."
Chapter completed!