Honghuang: This Hongjun can deal with it, if he has the blame, he will really bear it

Dijun and Taiyi are regretting it.

Especially Di Jun.

He felt that if he hadn't been busy making friends with other great powers and delayed his trip, he would have been the first to discover these futons.

How can it be the turn of people like Sanqing Nuwa Hongyun?

But just when he was so depressed and was considering whether to grab two futons with Tai Yi, a burst of crying interrupted his thoughts instantly.

"woooooo"

"We in the west are suffering!!!"

With the sound of crying, two people with curly hair in white robes squeezed out from the crowd.

To be precise, they were not squeezed out, but because they were rejected by others, they made way for them!

Under the sage's sect, what is the intention of those who cry to heaven and earth?

This is too disgusting!

Faced with the contempt of the crowd, the Second Saint of the West didn't care at all.

"My brothers and sisters came from thousands of miles just to listen to the sage's preaching and restore my western spirit."

"But there isn't even a single seat!"

"From this point of view, it's better to let us smash our heads to death on the palace wall!~"

This time, except for the extremely disgusted eyes in Zixiao Palace at that time.

Now the anti-Hongjun coalition forces before Chaos Qinglian all looked at the two Western Saints in the row of saints with contempt in their eyes.

They still remember clearly what the two sages of the West said when they heard Hongjun's declaration to the world thousands of years ago.

At that time they were talking about blaming Hongjun for destroying the Western Spiritual Vein, and they wanted to settle accounts with Hongjun and overthrow Zixiao Palace.

But now, where did the arrogant arrogance go?

Could it be that the way to settle accounts is to keep crying in Zixiao Palace, flooding Zixiao Palace with tears?

People squinted their eyes and wrinkled their noses, staring at the Second Saint of the West.

Monkey King even jumped to the front of the two Western Saints with great interest, and looked at them with his face close to his face.

But the Second Saint of the West either bowed his head or raised his head to look at the scenery, still acting as if he had nothing to do with himself, and he was ashamed to the extreme.

On the other hand, Nuwa of the Sanqing Dynasty, who had already witnessed the thickness of the Western Second Sage's thick skin, rolled their eyes and didn't even want to look at the Western Second Sage.

in projection.

The crying of the Second Saint of the West lasted for a long time.

People think that these two people are quite good in terms of footwork and cultivation, so they shouldn't be crying here, right?

And Nuwa, who has always distinguished between good and evil, frowned even more, and quietly discussed with Fuxi:
"Brother, are these the two people who took refuge in the Yin-Yang Sect at that time?"

Fu Xi covered his mouth and said secretly: "Exactly, they have been crying so much since then."

"Unexpectedly, it still looks like this now."

"Little sister, let's avoid dealing with such people!"

"En!" Nuwa nodded solemnly, turning her head away from the two of them.

Fuxi also thoughtfully covered Nuwa's ears.

Except for Nuwa, Houtu, who was standing in the crowd, was very angry when he saw the crying appearance of the two Western Saints, and his eyes were full of disgust.

With a straightforward personality, she is the last person to see such a submissive person.

However, because of her going out, Di Jiang and Xuan Ming urged her not to cause trouble, so Houtu suppressed his anger and turned around and walked to another place.

Except for Nuwa, the other people on the futon also pretended not to hear, turned around and ignored it.

Hongjun, who was observing secretly, also breathed a sigh of relief.

He has an impression of the Second Saint of the West, and he did not include the Second Saint of the West in the list of successors to the throne.

The reason is also very simple. Although these two people have the West in their hearts, they only want to build their hometown.

But the layout is also limited to the West, which is too narrow.

You must know that the west is only a small part of such a great flood.

This kind of mind, this pattern, is not worthy of the position of saint.

Even if he can become a saint, he will definitely need a lot of assistance, and maybe he will have to post a lot of things such as merit and luck.

Can't make it.

Also, their personalities are a big deal.

At that time, the saint will represent the face of himself and the way of heaven.

The character must be calm, and the bearing must be extraordinary.

Like the two of them, he and Tiandao will only lose face.

But if he didn't choose them, then Heaven chose them.

Hongjun didn't understand why Tiandao chose them.

Perhaps, Tiandao just chose them as candidates.

Just when the two sages of the west were desperate and hated these eastern creatures, a warm voice lit up their gloomy lives like a sage's oracle.

"Ah, so pitiful!?"

"I have a seat here, come and sit with me."

In the surprised eyes of everyone, the red-haired Red Cloud has already greeted the Second Saint of the West.

Even the Second Saint of the West is not ready yet.

But Jieyin glanced at the empty seat, and immediately sat down without saying a word.

"In that case, thank you fellow daoist for your kindness."

"You're welcome, it's a small matter, a small matter!" Hong Yun said cheerfully.

But everyone was almost laughed at by Hong Yun.

However, the Second Saint of the West was not satisfied after getting a seat.

There are two of them!

This futon must represent a great opportunity.

Only when both of them get this opportunity can the West have a chance of great prosperity.

So, you must grab one!
The two of them looked at the people on the front and back futons with wicked eyebrows.

The first three futons are Sanqing and cannot be beat.

The fourth futon is Nuwa, but Nuwa still has Fuxi by her side, which is also very risky.

And they were directly stared at by Fuxi.

Fuxi hated others staring at his sister.

So they turned around and their eyes stayed on Kunpeng.

Kunpeng suddenly felt a chill in his heart, and shouted that something was wrong.

'What the hell! '

'Why are you looking at me like that? '

'I can't see it, I can't see it, I can't see it. '

Kunpeng pretended nothing happened and turned his head to look elsewhere.

Who knows that the Second Saint of the West has already made up his mind to eat himself at this time.

"The state is average, and you are still on the order. If you don't grab your futon, you can grab someone else's!" ? '

Zhunti and Jieyin looked at each other.

Of course, the two would never use such a straightforward excuse.

"Fellow Daoist, you see, my junior brother also came from afar and worked very hard."

"Why don't you give him the seat too?"

Kunpeng immediately got mad.

Originally, he wanted to pretend he didn't notice it, but the other party actually rode on his head.

Kunpeng roared directly: "You shameless thing!"

"Get out of here!!"

But Hongyun also advised from the side:
"Oh, Fellow Daoist, you see, the two brothers and sisters came from so far away in the west to listen to the lecture, it was really hard work."

"Why don't you let it go?"

Kunpeng immediately got mad.

He can't wait to show his original shape and fill the entire Zixiao Palace, leaving no place for everyone to sit.

This tm is the Holy Mother!

It's fine if you give up your seat yourself, why do you ask me to give up my seat too?
However, before Kunpeng could attack Hongyun, Yuanshi Tianzun, who had been sitting in front of him without saying a word, suddenly spoke:
"A person with fur and horns, born of wet eggs, is also worthy to sit with me?"

Before the words were finished, Yuanshi Tianzun actually made a move directly, and a mana hit Kunpeng.

"Sleeping?"

Kunpeng was dumbfounded at the time, and quickly mobilized his magic power to resist.

Fortunately, the cultivation bases of these innate creatures are not bad at this time, and Yuan Shi just hit at random, and Kunpeng can still resist it.

But it never expected that Jieyin would sneak up on Kunpeng from behind, and a burst of opposite magic power caught Kunpeng off guard.

Knocked Kunpeng off the futon directly!

And Zhunti, who had been prepared for a long time, sat down with one buttock.