saints

It is really……

"Brother Hongyun, in this world, there are countless strong people, entangled in cause and effect, and monks basically don't know each other. You..."

Zhen Yuanzi originally wanted to persuade him and pour him poisonous chicken soup.

But Hong Yun directly shook his head, "Brother Zhen Yuanzi, what you said is wrong, aren't you and I just close friends?

so.

still exist. "

Zhen Yuanzi: "..."

He really wanted to slap Hong Yun to death.

This guy clearly has a wrong head.

It is clear that he is not the same as himself.

but……

Thinking of the fact that the two of them have been dependent on each other since the day they were born with wisdom, and they have supported each other until today.

It's not easy either.

Forget it.

Hongyun sat on the sixth futon.

Then there is one left.

The ancestral witches didn't come here to listen to the Tao. They didn't cultivate the primordial spirit. Even if they wanted to listen to the Tao, they didn't seem to understand it.

Naturally, there is no need to fight for futons.

If you cause trouble for no reason, it will cause the displeasure of Fellow Daoist Na Hongjun.

Think about it or forget it.

They came to find Jiang Chi, and they had their own purpose.

Very firm.

As for the demon clan, Di Jun and Tai Yi saw that the demon master Kunpeng was sitting on a futon.

They are naturally moved.

To become the emperor of the monster clan, Di Jun and Tai Yi are naturally not fools.

He is also very clear about the various things at the moment.

There is one seat left.

They have to speed up, they have to sit on it.

No one knows what this seat symbolizes, or whether there are trials and opportunities in it.

But it's better to try than not to try.

What if it works.

The two looked at each other, and Dijun and Taiyi were about to come over and do something together.

But did not notice.

At the moment when they were stunned, a thin-looking guy with mischievous eyebrows immediately used his body skills to sit on the last futon.

To know.

This is Hongjun's Taoist temple, where his old man wants to preach and teach.

Therefore, no one dared to use mana in it.

But that thin, sly-eyed guy just moved.

Attack and kill directly.

It makes people dumbfounded.

The speed at which he sat down was so fast that even Di Jun and Tai Yi, who were known as the Golden Crow Clan, were already known for their speed.

Unexpectedly, he failed to win.

This……

It's frightening.

It's appalling.

Such a powerful being must be so fierce and powerful.

but.

Before all the creatures could react, the fellow with a face full of suffering who was following the evil-eyed man also came over.

"Brother, we came all the way from the west, so we are one step behind."

The sly-eyed guy cried and said: "What should we do now, we are all doomed.

There are no seats left.

Brother, we are dead. "

talking room.

He was about to get up, looking like he was about to hit the wall.

These two people are Yingyin and Zhunti.

They come from the west.

After Zhunti gave up his position to meet and guide, he wanted to hit the wall and commit suicide, so as to show his heart of Taoism.

To be late is to be late.

Not much to say either.

just.

Before he had time to hit the wall, he was pulled back by Hong Yun, "Ahem, fellow daoist, why is this so?

Isn't it just a seat?

Pindao let you want to. "

The heart is quite big.

He Hongyun wants to help others.

These fellow Taoists came all the way from the prehistoric west, they must have worked hard.

They should sit down.

Anyway, I don't need it.

This futon is just to add some aura.

For cultivators like them, this bit of aura is really not enough.

Insignificant.

It's really not good.

then.

Hong Yun stood up generously and stepped aside.

This scene was naturally noticed by Hong Jun, "If only six futons were set up, the hatred would definitely not be as strong as it is now.

Of the seven futons, Hong Yun moved one out of the way, but Pindao could take it away.

Let Hongyun come to a bamboo basket to fetch water, all in vain.

Next.

Zhunti without a seat will definitely make a fuss, and Kunpeng is his best target.

and so……

After this wave of planning, the hatred value has skyrocketed. "

It turned out that all of this was Hongjun's scheme.

If there is no contradiction, where does the hatred come from?

Without hatred, there is no killing.

No killing, no attrition.

and so.

He Hongjun wanted to artificially create conflicts, and the hatred value came out.

After returning to the prehistoric world, they will naturally do something, and then they will naturally settle the matter.

then.

There are only seven futons.

When Hongyun stood up and was about to give up his seat, Kunpeng sneered, "Give up your seat? What a fool.

Don't you know that this futon seat is very likely to be used by Senior Na Hongjun to test everyone? "

Otherwise, how could there be only seven?

just.

Before he could be happy for too long, he saw that the futon under the red cloud seat had disappeared.

He thought it was his eyesight.

But when Hongyun and Zhunti were shocked, they realized that they had really disappeared.

Hongyun doesn't know why.

And Zhunti's originally happy face froze there, looking at Hongyun stiffly.

"Friend Daoist, you..."

He thought it was Hongyun's fault.

If you want to give up your seat, just give it up. What do you mean by teasing people like this?

Is it fun?

Zhunti had a gloomy face, "Fellow Daoist Hongyun, you must give me an explanation."

Hongyun: "..."

What explanation, he did not know.

With a mournful face, he said depressingly, "Zunti Daoist, this futon, it...it disappeared by itself."

Zhun mention: "..."

Cough!

"Friend Daoist, do you think I look like a fool?"

Whether it disappeared by itself or not, it is all up to you.

Such a rascal is rare.

but.

For Zhunti, as long as he is shameless.

Nothing else matters.

Zhunti's idea is very simple, don't you, Hongyun, want to give up your seat to me?

Now the seat is gone.

how do you say?

You have to pay!

Otherwise, you, Hongyun, are playing tricks on them.