60, sixty salted fish will not turn over:

When I saw the two Taoist masters, everyone here had a lot of inner dramas, and they could write many big dramas.

There is the excitement of smelling the breath of gossip, and there is also the profound philosophical discussion of "Who is me in the two me?", and there is also the thought that diverges until the Taoist master finally becomes a saint, and we can replace the ambition of governing the fairy world.

Many immortals who cannot become saints like to devote themselves to the whirlpool of fighting for power and profit. There is no reason, maybe they are idle.

Yan Juntao is undoubtedly the most special of all the ideas, the most skeleton is the most distinctive, because he was thinking that although he thought so, it seemed a bit sorry for Rong Xisui - a black and red dress, and a deep purple dress, does it mean that Rong Xisui will have seven? He can spit fire and spit water, and form a Vajra Calabash kid or something.

Well, Yan Juntao knew the word "caula" from Yuanjue. Yuanjue didn't know what he was thinking. When expressing his gratitude to Yan Juntao, he gave Yan Juntao a group of gourd babies from another world. The color was bright and cute, and it was quite popular among children in the giant whale world. When I gave it, I also came with a brief story summary, such as "Gaula, let go of my grandfather" and "Caula saves grandfather, give away one by one" meme, which was not let go of any of them.

When Fairy Yuanyuan saw her family brother take out such a set of things to coax the child to play, she almost knelt down for him. She even prepared the explanation at that time, just like her brother was worn too much and his mind had not recovered. Don't worry about it like a fool, the result...

...Yan Juntao liked it very much, and he immediately took it in his hands to play with it, and praised Yuan Jue's ingenuity.

On the one hand, Yan Juntao was not interested in spirit stone magic tools, and he really felt that it was better to give some small things to express his feelings; on the other hand, it was because, as a person who only had three years of childhood and had been addicted to cultivation for the rest of his life, he had always had a desire for those missing childhood happiness.

A deep desire buried.

Yan Juntao didn't feel much before, but just did it subconsciously. He lost the memory of the lower realm and finally understood his heart after Xiao Luo Tian let himself go.

During the Tianyan Sect, Yan Juntao had to take into account the elders of some junior uncles. His appearance had become smaller and he could not be stupid. In the place where no one knew anyone, he did everything he thought he should do in his childhood - climbing trees to stick cicadas, going to the sea to catch dragons, and finding himself a "old father" who followed him and worked hard to handle everything.

In short, in Yan Juntao's opinion, this scene at the ceremony is like a big kid playing with fire and facing a seven kid with a gourd magic weapon.

Well, no, it seems that the fire-breathing person is not a big kid.

It doesn't matter.

The point is that the moment when I saw Rong Xisui, all Yan Juntao's memories came back. He had no ups and downs, no twists and turns, and there were no side effects of having a headache that wanted to roll around the ground.

Compared to the difficulty and obstacles of the protagonist in the story novel to retrieve his memories, Yan Juntao can be said to be too easy. Without car accidents or blood, he recovered just by sitting there, as simple as his ascension. Because Yan Juntao did not think about it by relying on his own strength, but the first thing Rong Xi did when he came in was to help Yan Juntao restore his memories.

Rong Xi then knew very well that some of the tricks he would have, and it would be very easy to crack them in a targeted manner.

To be honest, if Yan Juntao uses the power of the Golden Immortal today, he can break through the seal of the first person below the Taoist lord, then he will not be cheating, but he will be a cheating person himself.

It is even more unscientific to become a monk from a quasi-saint within a hundred years.

In fact, even with memory, Yan Juntao still wanted to sigh that compared to him, Rong Xisui was more like the son of the Heavenly Dao. The setting of [The World Full Level in This] is simply psychedelic. The road of heaven is blocked, and Rong Xisui is the maximum level of the lower realm. When the road of heaven is opened, it will quickly become the maximum level of the upper realm. Don’t worry about catching the last bus of the collapse of the world after ascending to the Great Wilderness.

It can be said that he is very jealous.

The tense atmosphere at the banquet did not affect Yan Juntao's random thoughts at all. Instead, he had more time to observe his relatives and reminisce about the past with them.

When there was no memory, Yan Juntao felt that the chicken on the head of the leader Zhao and the chicken on the second junior brother next door looked familiar. Now he remembered that this was Mengkou Shiye and his copy of his father, a golden rooster and a jade rooster, each wearing a flower armor like a general, and a small sword that didn't know whether it was true or not. He was so arrogant.

However, Yan Juntao still wanted to say that dressing a chicken is obviously the only silly design that can only be done by Gong Baobao.

I don’t know if the Alzheimer’s disease has been cured after Mengkou Shiye arrived in the upper realm. I hope it can be cured. However, from such a small detail about dressing chickens, it is not difficult to see that Zhang Jun and others should have a good life after they arrive in the upper realm, at least they have a sense of entertainment.

In this way, Yan Juntao was relieved.

People like male gods around Zhao, sitting or lying down, should be the master nephews of the past. In order to show friendship, Yan Juntao waved at them conspicuously and smiled brilliantly.

President Zhao and his junior brothers: "..." Should we also wave it back? But we always feel that it is a bit inappropriate in this atmosphere.

The other emperors of heaven had similar feelings to Yan Juntao's actions as they were in the same way as Chief Zhao. Could it be that Yan Juntao was so stimulating by the operations of the two Taoist masters? Is he so blatantly distracted, was he brave or committed suicide?

The Taoist lord clapped his hands. The banquet that was originally in the empty sky of the Immortal Palace was suddenly wrapped in darkness by something. The whole world was in a tight fit, and there was no light.

"Do you think I will be unprepared?" The Taoist master understood Rong Xisui as if Rong Xisui had understood him. He had an ominous premonition before, so he took action. Being more prepared is better than regretting "If I had known today, why would you have to be the first to be the first."

Rong Xisui's response was to raise his hand considerately and use a... black bulb technology from another world to illuminate the night pearls that all other immortals took out.

The Northern Emperor couldn't help but pass a voice to Chief Zhao: [What is that? I only felt a little spiritual power from it, but it could be so dazzling.] What the Northern Emperor took out was the deep-sea night pearl of the ancient dragon palace, which was as bright as the moon and dew, but was compared to the scum in front of the things Rong Xisui took out.

Master Zhao was also a little confused. Although he left a trace of spiritual consciousness in the lower world, he was not able to keep up with the ever-changing black technology in the upper and lower worlds.

Rong Xi then curled her lips and was evenly matched with the Taoist Lord: "Are you sure this is still a place you can control?"

Congqing Xi then chose to use a light bulb to illuminate the world for Yan Juntao, instead of using the various flames he had with him to see how much he valued this darkness.

The Taoist Master's expression had not changed, but he secretly made a move, confirming that the darkness was not something he could control. He had clearly removed the darkness, but the darkness remained unmoved. But... the Taoist Master sneered: "So what? You have just become a quasi-saint."

Many times, monks’ fighting skills not only look at their realm cultivation, but also their combat consciousness and their use of power. Otherwise, there would be no such thing as a battle. There would be no fighting at all. Everyone just sits down and see who has a higher level of cultivation and who has a deep realm, and who has a deep level of listening to whom, that's enough.

The tension in the air began to become stalemate and the war was about to break out.

After Yan Juntao confirmed that his brother's doctor was coming, and that Gongziyang and Mrs. Yan and other relatives were really not present, he put away their hearts of continuing to say hello. While everyone was still considering whether to protect themselves or to persuade them to fight, Yan Juntao put down the bone porcelain cup in his hand. The sound was so crisp that it attracted the attention of the audience that he could hear even if a needle fell.

Yan Juntao was calm and said softly: "Can we finish the banquet first and talk about other things? I remember this ceremony was to celebrate my promotion to Golden Immortal, right?"

The cultivation level of the Golden Immortal in the Immortal Realm is a bit similar to that of the Golden Immortal Yuanying in the Cultivation Realm. It is already a person who can stand alone in the small sect and is qualified to accept disciples in the big sect. Yan Juntao, who has ascended for only a hundred years, is just a baby for these immortals who often have a lifespan of over 10,000. Such a baby becomes a Golden Immortal, which is indeed worth a big banquet.

But speaking at this time is just like the act of saying hello just now, and it seems so inappropriate.

Among the onlookers, some of them thought Yan Juntao was desperate, and some of them felt that he was inflated. Speaking like this in front of the two Taoist masters? Even if they really love him miserably, they would not be able to lose face.

Before this thought was completely finished, the world...had really restored its light again.

The two Taoist masters proved with facts that they really can be ashamed of face.

The Taoist Master in the purple robe even smiled and invited the Taoist Master Xuanyi to come forward, sitting on both sides of Yan Juntao, one left and one right, maintaining the surface harmony. The orchestra played again, and the fairy began to dance tremblingly, as if everything just happened to be their illusion.

Rong Xi then still had the mood to say to Yan Juntao: "I brought our son, do you miss it?"

The giant whale raised its head in the clouds above, roaring loudly, as if it was about to break through the dawn of the long night, knocking on gold and stones, and ruddy strings and jade chimes. A long tail passed through the gray and white clouds, leaving behind an unforgettable and shocking beauty.

Just now, they were actually in the mouth of the giant whale baby. After a hundred years of hard work, the giant whale baby successfully transformed from a baby into a little boy, and its body shape still did not grow to the largest. However, its cultivation level has surpassed its own bloodline restrictions because of its unique conditions in Daluo, and has developed rapidly in an unknown direction.

It was inseparable from the tribe a hundred years ago, but now it has learned to bring all the sisters and sisters to the fairy world, giving the whole tribe a better development. Compared to the sea, they now prefer to wander in groups in the sea of ​​clouds that are spreading across the sky in the north, and attract people closer together.

"That should be considered Taotao's brother, right?" The Taoist lord was not fooled at all. He had already studied Yan Juntao's experience in the lower realm, including various relationships with characters, as well as the past of Yan Juntao and Rong Xisui.

Rong Xisui had never had anything to do with Yan Juntao at all. He was even more pitiful than him. At least he had confessed his love.

Yan Juntao had to put down the ivory chopsticks and reminded them again that he was the protagonist.

"Of course, you're right." Two people who were like mirrors sat upright and smiled exactly like spring breeze. Although they wanted to eat each other alive, they decided to temporarily not be able to see each other for the sake of Yan Juntao's sake. Some people would be happy when facing themselves, while others would be dissatisfied with themselves. Rong Xi became awesome. They were determined to kill each other. But they could also shake hands and make peace for Yan Juntao's words, for the time being.

The empress of the East spoke out bluntly to the current head of the Tianyan Immortal Sect: "Are you sure Yan Juntao isn't the one who is hidden deep?"

The head of Tianyan Immortal Sect was also confused. As far as he knew, at least a hundred years ago, Yan Juntao was still a very ordinary genius, and now he is not so sure. 60, sixty salted fish will not turn over:

When I saw the two Taoist masters, everyone here had a lot of inner dramas, and they could write many big dramas.

There is the excitement of smelling the breath of gossip, and there is also the profound philosophical discussion of "Who is me in the two me?", and there is also the thought that diverges until the Taoist master finally becomes a saint, and we can replace the ambition of governing the fairy world.

Many immortals who cannot become saints like to devote themselves to the whirlpool of fighting for power and profit. There is no reason, maybe they are idle.

Yan Juntao is undoubtedly the most special of all the ideas, the most skeleton is the most distinctive, because he was thinking that although he thought so, it seemed a bit sorry for Rong Xisui - a black and red dress, and a deep purple dress, does it mean that Rong Xisui will have seven? He can spit fire and spit water, and form a Vajra Calabash kid or something.

Well, Yan Juntao knew the word "caula" from Yuanjue. Yuanjue didn't know what he was thinking. When expressing his gratitude to Yan Juntao, he gave Yan Juntao a group of gourd babies from another world. The color was bright and cute, and it was quite popular among children in the giant whale world. When I gave it, I also came with a brief story summary, such as "Gaula, let go of my grandfather" and "Caula saves grandfather, give away one by one" meme, which was not spared.

When Fairy Yuanyuan saw her family brother take out such a set of things to coax the child to play, she almost knelt down for him. She even prepared the explanation at that time, just like her brother was worn too much and his mind had not recovered. Don't worry about it like a fool, the result...

...Yan Juntao liked it very much, and he immediately took it in his hands to play with it, and praised Yuan Jue's ingenuity.

On the one hand, Yan Juntao was not interested in spirit stone magic tools, and he really felt that it was better to give some small things to express his feelings; on the other hand, it was because, as a person who only had three years of childhood and had been addicted to cultivation for the rest of his life, he had always had a desire for those missing childhood happiness.

A deep desire buried.

Yan Juntao didn't feel much before, but just did it subconsciously. He lost the memory of the lower realm and finally understood his heart after Xiao Luo Tian let himself go.

During the Tianyan Sect, Yan Juntao had to take into account the elders of some junior uncles. His appearance had become smaller and he could not be stupid. In the place where no one knew anyone, he did everything he thought he should do in his childhood - climbing trees to stick cicadas, going to the sea to catch dragons, and finding himself a "old father" who followed him and worked hard to handle everything.

In short, in Yan Juntao's opinion, this scene at the ceremony is like a big kid playing with fire and facing a seven kid with a gourd magic weapon.

Well, no, it seems that the fire-breathing person is not a big kid.

It doesn't matter.

The point is that the moment when I saw Rong Xisui, all Yan Juntao's memories came back. He had no ups and downs, no twists and turns, and there were no side effects of having a headache that wanted to roll around the ground.

Compared to the difficulty and obstacles of the protagonist in the story novel to retrieve his memories, Yan Juntao can be said to be too easy. Without car accidents or blood, he recovered just by sitting there, as simple as his ascension. Because Yan Juntao did not think about it by relying on his own strength, but the first thing Rong Xi did when he came in was to help Yan Juntao restore his memories.

Rong Xi then knew very well that some of the tricks he would have, and it would be very easy to crack them in a targeted manner.

To be honest, if Yan Juntao uses the power of the Golden Immortal today, he can break through the seal of the first person below the Taoist lord, then he will not be cheating, but he will be a cheating person himself.

It is even more unscientific to become a monk from a quasi-saint within a hundred years.

In fact, even with memory, Yan Juntao still wanted to sigh that compared to him, Rong Xisui was more like the son of the Heavenly Dao. The setting of [The World Full Level in This] is simply psychedelic. The road of heaven is blocked, and Rong Xisui is the maximum level of the lower realm. When the road of heaven is opened, it will quickly become the maximum level of the upper realm. Don’t worry about catching the last bus of the collapse of the world after ascending to the Great Wilderness.

It can be said that he is very jealous.

The tense atmosphere at the banquet did not affect Yan Juntao's random thoughts at all. Instead, he had more time to observe his relatives and reminisce about the past with them.

When there was no memory, Yan Juntao felt that the chicken on the head of the leader Zhao and the chicken on the second junior brother next door looked familiar. Now he remembered that this was Mengkou Shiye and his copy of his father, a golden rooster and a jade rooster, each wearing a flower armor like a general, and a small sword that didn't know whether it was true or not. He was so arrogant.

However, Yan Juntao still wanted to say that dressing a chicken is obviously the only silly design that can only be done by Gong Baobao.

I don’t know if the Alzheimer’s disease has been cured after Mengkou Shiye arrived in the upper realm. I hope it can be cured. However, from such a small detail about dressing chickens, it is not difficult to see that Zhang Jun and others should have a good life after they arrive in the upper realm, at least they have a sense of entertainment.

In this way, Yan Juntao was relieved.

People like male gods around Zhao, sitting or lying down, should be the master nephews of the past. In order to show friendship, Yan Juntao waved at them conspicuously and smiled brilliantly.

President Zhao and his junior brothers: "..." Should we also wave it back? But we always feel that it is a bit inappropriate in this atmosphere.

The other emperors of heaven had similar feelings to Yan Juntao's actions as they were in the same way as Chief Zhao. Could it be that Yan Juntao was so stimulating by the operations of the two Taoist masters? Is he so blatantly distracted, was he brave or committed suicide?

The Taoist lord clapped his hands. The banquet that was originally in the empty sky of the Immortal Palace was suddenly wrapped in darkness by something. The whole world was in a tight fit, and there was no light.
To be continued...