Disciples from the seven major sects arrived one after another. Yunzhong Crocodile and Xingyue Pavilion landed in the open space respectively. Everyone jumped down respectively. Diao Hande, the leader of Wanshou Mountain, glanced over and said in a sharp voice without politeness: "Yantian Sect's disciples
Jade Faced Yama, and Lieyun Sword from Fengming Valley, you two old guys are not dead yet.?
This gentleman is nicknamed Guijianchou. He has always had a bad reputation and his words are very bad, so that the strong men of other sects are disgusted. Dongfang Li coldly snorted: "Bullshit."
Qin Cheng also said with a gloomy face: "The smell is terrible..."
Diao Hande smiled sinisterly and said: "****, stop pretending to be serious like me, you two hypocrites."
A laughter like silver bells came from the Xingyue Pavilion, "Elder Diao is really quick to talk, and he revealed the true faces of these two old guys in one sentence..."
Dongfang Li and Qin Cheng's expressions grew uglier. They turned around and looked over, only to see a graceful figure flying over. Its light purple clothes were fluttering in the wind, as if it were a fairy descending from the earth.
This woman's hair is as white as snow. She looks very old, at least seventy or eighty years old, but she has a beautiful face. She only has some subtle wrinkles at the corners of her eyes. She is a beautiful woman. Her name is Weng Qianling.
, nicknamed Silver Silk Fairy, is one of the senior figures in Xingyue Palace, almost the same generation as Dongfang Li and others. This time, she led thirty young female disciples to the spiritual realm.
This woman is also a difficult person to deal with. Although Dongfang Li and Qin Cheng are dissatisfied, there is nothing they can do. They cannot start a fight with each other.
Seeing the embarrassed look on the faces of the two elders, Diao Hande smiled and said: "What the fairy said is absolutely true..." Unexpectedly, Weng Qianling's bright eyes flashed with disdain and said with disdain: "Compared with them, you are not a good person."
This made him angry and angry, but he endured it and said shamelessly: "Good people don't live long, and disasters live for thousands of years."
The strong men arrived respectively, which made Qiu Yu amazed. There was a kind of pressure that he didn't even dare to express. He glanced at them quietly and sighed in his heart. I don't know when I will reach their realm. Thirty years, fifty years.
Or it may take longer. Alas, it may not be overcome in a lifetime.
Just as the super strong men were bickering, three other teams also came from the air. The first ones to come were the disciples of Tianfo Temple. On the east side, a huge golden lotus seat with a diameter of more than ten feet appeared, shining with dazzling light, sacred and sacred.
It exuded a high profile.
There are dozens of monks standing on the lotus seat, most of them are young disciples, wearing gray monk robes, with solemn expressions and unswerving eyes.
The person was an old monk with long eyebrows and temples. He looked like an eminent monk. His dharma name was Kong Jing and he was one of the elders of Tianfo Temple.
A giant flying sword, fifteen feet long, flew over from the southwest. It was as wide as a sheet and flashed with sharp silver light. Standing at the tip of the sword was an old Taoist priest, standing on one leg like a golden rooster, standing proudly against the wind. He was Yu Fengguan.
One of the senior figures, Taoist Luoyun, nicknamed "The Heartless Sword".
Behind them stood thirty young Taoist priests, a mix of men and women, all carrying long swords. The two of them spread out side by side, standing all the way to the hilt of the sword. They were arranged neatly and motionless.
Dozens of magical beasts flew from the northeast, covering all kinds of strange beasts. They were looking for the rare third-order Qinglin eagle, which was about the same size as Qiu Yu's purple lincrow. In addition to its wings that exuded metallic luster,
Except for the other parts, the rest of the body is covered with blue scales, making it look like a divine horse.
Riding on the back of the eagle was an old man in ragged clothes. He was very unkempt and downcast, but the man who carried the cauldron of Songyun Sect was named Li Zhenting. He was also famous and nicknamed "The Beggar Splitting the Sky."
The ones following the Qinglin Eagle were all second-order monsters, and their drivers were all young disciples, more male than female. They were all wearing blue robes and were full of energy.
Seeing these Songyun Sect disciples coming on second-level magic beasts, even those Yunlan Temple disciples in Fengming Valley, who were proud of their talents, flashed with envy. They originally thought that they had a first-level flying magic beast, which was already great, but who knew what the reason would be?
I couldn't take it, thanks to Uncle Qin driving the colorful phoenix. Otherwise, he appeared on his own mount and was outmatched before he entered the spiritual realm.
In fact, the disciples of Yunlan Palace have forgotten another thing, that is, the Spirit Realm is far away from Fengming Valley. If you ride a first-order flying monster, you will not be able to get there directly, because the first-order monster does not have the physical strength to fly with people.
At this point, I can’t say when I will arrive, I’m afraid it will delay my business.
The golden lotus throne fell to the ground first, and the light disappeared. Master Kongji of Tianfo Temple chose the Buddha's name, "Amitabha," and then stepped forward and fell down.
Master Kongji was so virtuous that a group of strong men stepped forward to greet him. The young monks behind him also jumped down one after another, as if they were boiling dumplings, and formed a square formation when they reached the ground. However, some monks were obviously incompetent.
Jing, his eyes quietly glanced at the female disciples of other sects.
At the same time, Yu Fengguan's giant sword swooped down from the air, like a passenger plane. The Taoist priests leaned forward and the muscles on their faces were distorted by the strong wind. Their clothes rustled, making people worried that they would fall down.
Obviously, such worries are completely unnecessary. The feet of both male and female Taoist priests seemed to have roots, firmly sticking to the blade of the sword. When the giant sword was still two meters above the ground, it gradually slowed down.
speed, and finally landed firmly on the ground.
Taoist Luoyun led a group of disciples down. He raised his palms and said, "Everyone, this poor Taoist is being polite." But he attracted the ridicule of a group of strong men, "Old-nosed Taoist, what are you pretending to be?"
"I will recognize you even if you burn to ashes..."
The last ones to arrive were a group of disciples from the Songyun Sect, flying over with magical beasts. Many disciples looked up and admired the flying magical beasts that they rarely saw on weekdays.
The same was true for Qiu Yu. He thought the green eagle he was looking for was really good. He thought to himself, if it were a duel with my purple eagle, I don't know which of these two high-level flying monsters would be more powerful. Subconsciously, he glanced at the eagle.
The old man on his back couldn't help but laugh. Why was he dressed in such rags? You must have done it on purpose. The old man had quite a character!
Suddenly, Qiu Yu felt that the old man looked familiar. In the flash of lightning, he suddenly remembered that the other person turned out to be an old beggar he had dealt with before...
It's a long story. It was a few months ago that Qiu Yu met an old beggar by chance and treated him to meat and wine without the slightest objection. When he was leaving, the old man gave him a token and told him that he would never have anything to do with him in the future.
When you have nowhere to go, you can use this token to go to Songyun Gate and find a place to stay.
After getting the token, Qiu Yu didn't pay much attention to it, and even doubted the authenticity of the token for a while. At this time, it seemed that he was really judging a gentleman with a villain's heart. It turned out that the old senior was really a strong man of Songyun Sect.