"I guess you're tired too, otherwise you wouldn't have slept for so long. It's just that this way of sleeping is indeed a bit scary." Duanmu Batian smiled bitterly.

It is normal for a monk to practice, close his eyes and meditate, not to mention seven days and seven nights, even if he can't wake up for seven hundred years and seven thousand years.

But Zhang Zichen is clearly sleeping like an ordinary person. If he hasn't woken up for a long time, it's really unreasonable.

No wonder Duanmu Batian and Sikong Nan misunderstood Zhang Zichen and thought something had happened to him.

Zhang Zichen stretched out again, moved his body for a while, continued to yawn, and laughed: "It's comfortable! It's so comfortable! I slept so much!"

When the two heard this, they smiled bitterly.

You are comfortable, but we are worried.

For seven days and seven nights, Duanmu Batian and Sikong Nan were like two ants on a hot pan. While they were worried about Zhang Zichen, they also had to comfort the five million people who had already been preparing to set out for Nanxi City.

After moving his body alone, Zhang Zichen felt much more comfortable, and then asked: "Master Duanmu, where are you? Have you all left?"

Duanmu Batian knew that Zhang Zichen was asking about the five million humans, frowned and smiled bitterly: "Zichen! The fleet is still waiting outside the island now, but everyone has been waiting for seven days and seven nights, but they are tired of waiting. Many people are no longer satisfied and are screaming. When will they set off?"

"Haha! When will we set off?" Zhang Zichen nodded and said, "Master Duanmu, Senior Brother Sikong, let's go immediately!"

The three of them talked and laughed and walked out of the hall together.

The dazzling sunshine is like a huge golden plate hanging in the sky.

The sea breeze is cool and gently blows by.

The huge Penglai Fairy Island suddenly appeared on the sea surface, surrounded by nine-colored spiritual energy, like an immortal mountain.

At this time, at the entrance of Penglai Fairy Island, there were about ten rows of huge wooden boats, a total of about six hundred.

Each ship was carrying eight or nine thousand people, and everyone sat on the deck casually and chatted.

However, seven days ago, everyone was in great mood and was very happy, but today, everyone's mood became extremely bad.

Originally, everyone was about to set off for Nanxi City, but for seven consecutive days, everyone stayed on the boat and waited for one day.

Everyone is tired of waiting.

"What's going on? Didn't you say you were going to Nanxi City? But we have been waiting for seven days. When will we set off?"

"Oh! At first, my enthusiasm was quite high, but now I'm so reluctant to leave."

"That's right! I don't know what I'm doing?"

"Shh... don't say anything, say a few words. Isn't this a real person in charge of the head? We'll set off long ago."

"That's right, wait! I think the head coach's real person is probably really a problem, that person is quite reliable."

...

As everyone was talking, three rays of light flew out from Penglai Immortal Island.

These three rays of light were very dazzling, with powerful force, and a stream of powerful pressure landed from the sky, making everyone feel breathless.

Although most of the people present were unaware of it, everyone had seen Daluo Jinxian, True Lord and Saint Lord.

The power emitted by these three rays of lights was so familiar to them. The golden light headed was a powerful man in the realm of the Holy Lord. The one who followed was a master of the True Lord, and the last one was a cultivator in the realm of the Daluo Golden Immortal.

Even the weakest Daluo Golden Immortal is enough to be enviable.

In this way, under a jealous and hatred gaze, three rays of light suddenly appeared, and then floated in the highest sky of all ships, and then stopped.

The movement stopped, the light dissipated, revealing the true faces of the three people.

"It's Elder Duanmu and Master Sikong!"

"Who is the other person? Why have you never seen him?"

"That person...that person looks so familiar! It seems that he has seen it somewhere, but I can't remember it."

Since Duanmu Batian and Sikong Nan often stay on the island, they took action on all the big and small matters on the island, so they had to come and go.

Most of the disciples on Penglai Immortal Island are very familiar with them.

But Zhang Zichen disappeared for more than 400 years and stayed in Guixu Realm to practice.

Furthermore, even if Zhang Zichen stays on Penglai Immortal Island, he rarely asks about the island's affairs in person. He is very relieved that Duanmu Batian and Sikong Nan.

Human disciples can only get to know Zhang Zichen through certain portraits and certain jade slip images.

Therefore, if everyone knows Duanmu Batian and Sikong Nan, but if they don’t know Zhang Zichen, it’s also a cleanup.

Just like a few days ago, when Zhang Zichen returned to Penglai Immortal Island for the first time, he encountered hundreds of disciples surrounded him, and this is the reason.

However, Zhang Zichen didn't mind this either.

The three of them were floating in the air. Just as everyone was confused about Zhang Zichen's identity, Duanmu Batian finally spoke: "Everyone, calm down, quiet down, this is our head sect real person Zhang Zichen!"

As soon as this said, the crowd became lively, just like Duanmu Batian threw a bomb among the crowd, and the conversation started one after another.

"Oh my God! Is this person our head teacher?"

"That's right, that's right! I said why are you a little familiar with him! I remembered that I had seen the real person in the jade slip!"

"Wow! The head coach is so handsome! So stylish! So cool!"

...

In the crowd, not only women stared at Zhang Zichen with their eyes shining, but even many men wanted to swallow Zhang Zichen.

This made Zhang Zichen laugh and cry.

After five million people were talking for a while, Duanmu Batian coughed gently and said, "Zi Chen, to boost everyone's morale, should you say a little simpler?"

"I'll say a few words?" Zhang Zichen was stunned for a moment, then understood and said to the more than 600 wooden boats under his feet: "Everyone, please listen to me..."

Upon hearing this, all five million people stopped talking.

For a moment, it was silent and terrible.

This is exactly the result Zhang Zichen wanted. He continued: "Before, it was delayed by everyone for seven days. I apologize to you here first, I'm sorry!"

"It's okay! The head teacher, we will take you!" A response came quickly from the wooden boat, "Don't let us wait for you for seven days. Even if we let us wait for you for seven years or seventy years, we are willing!"
Chapter completed!