Prehistoric: Traveling through Fuxi and opening up the mythical Da Luofa

"Brother, why did you let me grab the seat?"

Nuwa looked back at Fuxi curiously, and then asked by voice.

Although in the dark, Nuwa felt that this seat was very important to her, but she just knew it, but didn't know why.

"This is the seat of the Heavenly Dao Saint, six futons are the six Heavenly Dao Saints!"

Fu Xi casually revealed this shocking secret.

Fu Xi wasn't too worried about this.

Now he has preliminarily refined into the original ancestral qi, jumping out of the three realms and not in the five elements.

Even Tiandao can't know anything about him.

"I see!"

Nuwa's expression was solemn, and she was very grateful. If her brother hadn't reminded her, she might have missed this opportunity to become a saint.

"Ouch!"

At this moment, everyone heard a mournful cry from the gate of the hall.

Turning his head to look, he saw two more people coming in at the entrance of the main hall.

One of them was wearing a gray-black Taoist robe, with a sad face and a yellow and thin face, while the other was wearing a plain yellow Taoist robe, with a blessed face but a sad expression.

At this time, after watching everyone's eyes turn to himself, the Taoist in plain yellow clothes had more grief on his face, turned his head and cupped his hands at the bitter Taoist and said in a mournful voice: "Senior brother, you and I came from the West. Coming here, but because of my little brother's cultivation, I can't even get a seat, it's really embarrassing to me."

Chapter 55 The sage grants the seat and follows.

The person's eyes turned again, and he was about to hit the wall of the great hall: "That's it, if the two of us can't practice because of bad smell, it's better to die!"

And although all the people present are extremely advanced in practice, most of them just appeared in the world after the Dragon Han Chu Tribulation, but they lack a lot of experience and experience.

Seeing this situation, many people frowned.

"These two are the quasi-said Taoist and the guiding Taoist?"

Seeing the clumsy performance of the two, Fu Xi couldn't help frowning slightly.

As a time traveler, he was born as early as the first catastrophe, and was an old fritter who had witnessed countless events at that time.

Fuxi could naturally see the hypocrisy of the two.

Even Nuwa was very displeased.

However, some people were really deceived by Zhun Ti's attitude, for example, Hong Yun shouted anxiously at this time: "Fellow Daoist, don't think about it, I look at the size of this palace, just stand and listen It can also be heard clearly, fellow daoists have come from far away from the Western Land, so it doesn't matter if this position is handed over to you."

After all, this prehistoric first-class honest man really got out of his seat.

"Oh? Thank you fellow daoist!"

When Zhunti heard it, he immediately put away his posture, and even sat down on his seat, but then he looked at the Taoist who still had no seat and Kunpeng who was sitting beside him without moving, frowned and scolded: "You are so unreasonable, why don't you get up and give up a seat for my senior brother."

What he said was full of confidence, which made Kunpeng on the side stunned.

However, Kunpeng hadn't spoken yet, and Yuanyuan, who was sitting on another seat, spoke ahead of time: "A mere flat-haired beast, why should the egg-laying and humidified people stand side by side with me, get up quickly!"

It turns out that the original Tianzun is extremely conceited in nature, especially disdainful of the four kinds of life, viviparous, egg-born, wet-born, and metamorphosis-born. The only thing he recognizes is the creatures transformed from the spiritual things of heaven and earth, so he also dislikes Kunpeng very much.

"I think Kunpeng, you should get up and give up your seat."

In addition to Yuan Yuan, Di Jun and Dong Huang Tai Yi, who had long considered themselves the kings of the demon race, also spoke.

The two of them also couldn't see Kunpeng, who was also a demon clan with them, sitting on the seat.

Doesn't this discredit the dignity of the two of them?

So under the huge pressure of many people around, Kunpeng also stood up with a cold face, and gave up his position to the Taoist priest, but secretly wrote down the few people who spoke in his heart, for later The daily is returned.

Nuwa watched the drama of grabbing seats with a strange expression.

As a person who knows the true meaning of these six seats, Nuwa feels sorry for Hongyun and Kunpeng, but also despises these two shameless people who want to achieve their goals without shame.

However, when Nuwa saw that her brother hadn't spoken, she would not stop her either.

As a result, the competition for seats came to an end for a while. After everyone found their seats and sat down, the two boys shouted: "Welcome to the ancestors."

A figure also appeared on that seat out of thin air in a way that all the great powers present could not detect. It was Taoist Hongjun who had practiced in seclusion since the first robbery of Long Han.

There was a smile on the corner of Fuxi's mouth, looking at Hongjun, he could naturally see how Hongjun appeared.

But the crowd only felt the majestic aura of the bright sun rushing towards their faces, and they knew in their hearts that this number one saint might not be fake, so they all shouted for the saint Wan'an.

Originally at this time, Taoist Hongjun should have said some polite words, and then began the preaching session that everyone was looking forward to.

But Hongjun did not start preaching.

Instead, after appearing, his eyes fixed on Fuxi.

Everyone seemed to be aware of the subtlety of the situation, and couldn't help but follow Hongjun's gaze and looked at Fuxi.

"Friend Fuxi, long time no see!"

The sound of fellow Taoists coming out shocked everyone!

Who is Taoist Hongjun?

That is the first saint between heaven and earth!

Even at this time, most prehistoric creatures do not know the concept of a saint.

But they did understand that Hongjun was not at the same level as them at the moment.

Especially the great powers of Da Luo Jinxian, the more advanced they are, the more they can perceive Hongjun's horror.

In other words, in today's prehistoric world, Hongjun, the first saint, is the most powerful existence, and he is not of the same generation at all.

However, Hongjun bluntly called Fuxi a "friend of Taoism"!

This is the title of a person of the same generation. He can be compared with Hongjun in terms of his virtue and ability.

When Fuxi heard Hongjun's title, he was calm and composed, and said with a slight smile: "Friend Hongjun, I haven't seen you for many years!"

Hearing Fuxi's answer, the rest of the people all looked at Fuxi with strange eyes.

It seems that this person has an extraordinary background!

Especially Sanqing, they were extremely surprised when they looked at this man with no cultivation!

I don't know what the background is.

At this time, they naturally knew that this Fuxi's realm must be extremely high.

It was just blocked by some unknown method.

Hongjun looked at Fuxi, seemingly kindly.

"Fellow Daoist Fuxi, you and I have known each other for many years. Today I am poorly preaching. How can I make fellow Daoist stand? I will take a seat with you again."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and pointed, a seat appeared next to Sanqing and the others.

Everyone was even more surprised at this moment.

This person has acquaintance with Hongjun's peers, it may be that he changed form early.

However, Hongjun actually added a position for this person alone.

Who is this person?

At this time, the powerful people in Zixiao Palace became even more curious.

At this moment, a voice sounded from the crowd.

"Hey, Fuxi, I have heard of a man named Fuxi. Legend has it that this man once defeated the patriarchs of the dragon, phoenix, and kylin tribes during the Dragon and Han Tribulation. Could it be this man?"

"As soon as you said it, I remembered it too. I once heard a senior say that this person had reached the stage of quasi-sage countless thousands of years ago."

"No wonder I can't see through this person's cultivation!"

. . . . . .

In the eyes of others, Hongjun is flattering Fuxi.

However, Fuxi, who understands the grievances between the two parties, naturally knows what Hongjun means.

If Fuxi really took this seat, it means he admits defeat.

From now on, he can no longer be compared with Hongjun.

Facing Hongjun's persecution, Fuxi looked calm and said slowly.

"Fellow Daoist Hongjun, since you have invited me here to discuss the Dao, my seat must not be here!"

Hearing this, many great powers present were surprised again.

How courageous is this person?

The sage gave him a seat, but he dared to refute it.

Even a lot of great powers complained in their hearts.

"You don't want it, give it to me!"

It's just that the people present are not allowed to mention such thick-skinned reception.

Don't dare to put this word into words.

Chapter 56

"Then what does Fellow Daoist mean?"

Hongjun still had a smile on his face, but there was a hint of anger in his eyes.

Fuxi didn't care what Hongjun had in mind, he raised his hand and pointed.

The seat that Hongjun enlightened slowly flew up and landed beside Hongjun.

Seeing that Fuxi dared to put the seat beside Hongjun, everyone in Zixiao Palace completely exploded.

"Who is this Fuxi? Why did he dare to sit next to the saint?"

"Is this Fuxi confident that he can stand shoulder to shoulder with a saint?"

"Although we are all powerful and arrogant, but this person's courage and courage are indeed above us."

"Why is this Fuxi so confident? Does he really have the capital to compete with the saint?"

"Now it's interesting. The sage's preaching is likely to have big twists and turns. If we can profit from it, it may be of great help to us."

At the front of the crowd, on the six seats, these future saints are also constantly looking at each other.

Sanqing glanced back at Fuxi, and immediately turned his gaze to Hongjun's face, trying to see something from this face?

All saints are ants. To a saint, Fuxi's words just now are tantamount to a slap in the face.

It's just that Hongjun's scheming is as deep as the sea.

Although Fuxi's words were no less than face-to-face humiliation.

But his face was still calm and clear, not revealing anything.

Sanqing looked at each other, as if he felt something, then closed his eyes, took a deep breath and meditated, looked at the nose with the eyes, closed the nose, and cared about the mouth.

Zhunti and Yingying are two people who have the most thoughts and the strongest grasp of people's hearts.

At this moment, they looked at Hongjun's expressionless face, but they seemed to be able to see the raging tsunami hidden in the depths.

The two knew that the more calm Hongjun kept his face, the more it meant that he was angry.

However, Hongjun is the first saint in the prehistoric world, an invincible existence.

But in the face of humiliation, he remained calm!

Zhunti couldn't help but sighed in his heart, "As expected of a saint, we are ashamed to be inferior to ourselves, and even the city of scheming is much higher than us!"

As for the other prehistoric powers present, they also felt the subtlety of the atmosphere.

Can't help, jumping back and forth between Fuxi and Hongjun curiously.

For a while, there was silence in Zixiao Palace.

Hongjun stared fixedly at Fuxi, as if he wanted to see through him.