The sea of clouds rises, and the sun rises in the east.
Bathed in the golden morning sun, the turbulent clouds and waves are ever-changing, as if all the desperate situations in the world are emerging in this sea of clouds, a fairyland scene.
In the center of the sea of clouds, a huge peak rises from the ground, passes through the clouds and sinks into the sky, facing the rising sun in the sky, overlooking the sea of clouds.
On the top of the mountain, there are layers of palaces.
Cangyun Tiangong has stood here for who knows how many years. The afterglow of the avenue can be seen in every brick and tile, as if it can compete with the sun and the moon for its glory.
The sky is filled with rays of rays, and there are bursts of auspicious sounds.
A burst of fairy music, bells and drums rang, and the luxuriously dressed Fu Haotian walked forward steadily with his hands behind his back, passed through several palace doors, and stood waiting outside the main hall.
There are many fellow disciples who follow him, as well as many young junior sisters who look at him with admiration.
Fu Haotian is a leader in contemporary Cangyun Tiangong in terms of his family background, cultivation, appearance and demeanor. He has been famous for a long time and is on par with his senior sister Zhong Limeng.
In terms of background and talent alone, Zhongli is still in his dreams.
This time the competition for personal transmission has come back first, which has already aroused heated discussions among many colleagues.
Just when the human voice was buzzing.
A beautiful figure also stepped into the square and walked towards the main hall of the Immortal Palace.
Light yellow long skirt, green silk like waterfall.
As soon as the majestic and dignified Zhongli Meng appeared, many disciples also looked back at each other, with admiration and reverence pouring out of their eyes. Although there were not many people, they all had firm faces!
As soon as this senior sister appeared, the heated discussion was hard to suppress.
His eyes kept gathering, watching the figure in the long skirt walking towards the main hall.
Standing straight in front of the door, parallel to Fu Haotian, his momentum is not inferior at all.
Fu Haotian smiled slightly and exchanged pleasantries with side glances, his eyes even more arrogant.
"Senior sister, you are well."
"You have been tired from traveling all the way, and you have just returned to the Heavenly Palace. It seems that your trip is not going well. Just do everything within your ability, and there is no need to force it, senior sister."
His words were soft and yet prickly, and many of his fellow disciples looked displeased.
Before he even started counting the demon corpses, Fu Haotian already showed that he was sure of winning, and assumed a condescending posture, even more arrogant than before.
That gentle and false expression made Zhongli Meng's eyes look cold.
In terms of background, magic weapon, and connections, she cannot compare with this second-generation ancestor. This is a natural starting point gap and an unchangeable destiny.
If he only has more hard work and talent than he acquired, Zhongli Meng is confident that he will not be inferior to this person.
However, reality is so cruel.
In this personal battle, the winner or loser will only be determined by the number of monsters killed.
She was almost crushed in all directions, and even the flying boats she rode on had obvious differences in grade. The disparity in comparison almost declared the winner.
But Zhongli Meng thinks he has tried his best, but he is never willing to accept his fate!
He also raised his eyes calmly and responded coldly.
"Junior Brother Fu is right, everything has its own destiny a long time ago."
A soft voice sounded, and many fellow disciples stood behind Zhong Limeng. Even if they were reluctant, they couldn't stand Fu Haotian's arrogant look.
Seeing the two parties facing each other tit for tat, an elder finally walked out of the hall.
He looked down at the crowd with his hands behind his hands, exuding extraordinary power.
Immediately, the disciples stood quietly in their positions, nodding and waiting.
The sound of vicissitudes of life echoed through the fairy palace.
"Three days later, we will count the demon corpses in front of the main hall and decide on the candidates for our direct disciples. You all should leave first!"
Thousands of disciples performed the ceremony together.
Zhong Limeng and Fu Haotian also responded respectfully.
"Disciple, obey."
When he stood up again, the elder's figure had disappeared.
Fu Haotian's eyes became more proud, he lowered his eyes and smiled softly, holding the cloud fan in his hand and left. His back was very tall and straight, full of confidence.
Behind him, there were a group of disciples following him touting him.
The commotion of flattery disappeared, leaving only a few people in front of the main hall.
The square suddenly became deserted, and Zhongli Meng also left with a solemn expression.
Passed through several palace gates along the way.
The brothers and sisters behind him were still complaining and angry.
"Fu Haozhen is shameless. He relies on his family background and external help to have the face to put on airs in front of everyone!"
"Hmph! He has always been like this, the second generation ancestor who is domineering!"
"I think he is very confident. I'm afraid he will hunt a lot of monsters."
"Hey, he has heaven-level masters to help him, and even the Eighth Elder has acquiesced in the whole process, so how can we fight?"
"I'm so unwilling!"
Whispers rang out one after another, and the eight fellow apprentices all looked aggrieved.
But no matter how heatedly they discussed it, Zhong Limeng didn't say another word, and no other brothers around him spoke up. Even the fellow disciples who were accompanying him gradually dispersed.
People's hearts are desolate, and the world is like this.
A lonely atmosphere spread around a few people.
When they walked out of the inner courtyard of the Immortal Palace, Wei Zhenfang, who was squatting in a corner, was almost paralyzed. Finally, a surprise appeared in his eyes, and he quickly stepped forward and quietly bowed in front of him.
"Miss Zhongli, you are polite!"
A strange old man suddenly appeared and greeted him politely.
Zhong Limeng and several others looked surprised.
"Senior, you are..."
Only the second senior brother stood by and spoke.
"He is one of the masters invited by Fu Haotian. I witnessed with my own eyes that this person once took a flying boat with Fu Haotian and set off before us."
A quiet voice sounded, and everyone's expressions became a bit indifferent.
Zhong Limeng also had a cold expression on his face, even though he knew he was a master, his momentum was not at all inferior.
"I wonder if you have any advice."
Wei Zhenfang was not angry either, but instead smiled more kindly.
Spread your consciousness and feel that there is no one everywhere.
Just now he took a step closer and congratulated with a smile.
"Congratulations to Miss Zhongli on your victory. I am here to congratulate you. Miss Zhongli is the future Lord of the Heavenly Palace and is indeed worthy of her title!"
The incomprehensible words made Zhongli Meng and everyone look surprised.
Zhongli Meng's eyes were filled with anger and he made a tentative sound.
"Your Excellency, there is no need to be sarcastic. If Fu Haotian has any advice, please feel free to speak out!"
Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, Wei Zhenfang was stunned for a moment, then raised his head and chuckled.
"Uh, hahaha!"
"Young lady, you are joking. Is a scum like Fu Haotian worthy of ridiculing you? Who is he? I don't know how high the sky is, how can I compete with you?"
The scolding was so pleasant that Zhong Limeng was already confused by it.
This person...
Isn't it the master invited by Fu Haotian?
How do you get so close to yourself so easily?
Before she could ask a question, Wei Zhenfang had already suppressed his smile and mysteriously presented a storage ring.
"Please also ask Miss Zhongli to keep this ring!"
"My mission has been accomplished. I wish you victory again!"
Looking at the storage ring hanging in front of his eyes, Zhongli Meng was completely confused.
He stared at her clear eyes in surprise, with a puzzled look on his face.
"Your Majesty, what do you mean by this? How can you talk about victory when you talk about it? You and I are just strangers, and we are not of the same ideals. Why did you give me a storage ring?"
Wei Zhenfang did not answer a series of questions.
His left hand was stroking his beard with a smile, and his eyes only had the light of wisdom that could see through everything.
His face showed admiration and admiration, and he cast a thoughtful look.
"You can still tolerate it so far. Miss is indeed keeping a low profile."
"However, now that the overall situation has been decided, you don't need to endure it anymore. I already know everything. You and I know it well. From now on, I will be your subordinate. If you are called upon, I will fight to the death!"
Then he bowed deeply.
If Wei Zhenfang meets the Ming Lord, he will obey him with all his eyes.
Before Zhong Limeng could say anything, he had already left resolutely. After this chance encounter, the gap between Fu Haotian and this young lady was like a cloud in his heart.
Walking away happily, there is an indescribable naturalness and openness in the back.
The entrance to the inner courtyard of the Immortal Palace.
Zhonglimeng took the floating ring in confusion, looking puzzled.
"Knowing it all?"
"How come I know exactly what is going on?"
When she looked back in confusion, the other fellow apprentices also had messy faces, their big eyes were wide open and their small eyes were all confused, and the backs of their heads were almost scratched.