Cultivation of Immortality Begins from the Red Mansion

On the surrounding black peaks, there was an endless stream of spiritual lights from various monks, flying towards the high platforms around the square.

Ji Lingyu was about to take a look, but Wu Shan said: "Junior brother Ji, why are you wearing a red robe today? Our monks' daily clothes are white, and they need to wear emblems."

Ji Lingyu's expression froze and he turned his head to look to the right.

Seeing Wu Shan staring at him with an unfriendly expression, the boy in white also showed curiosity.

"Senior Brother Wu, what do you mean by this? I haven't returned to the mountain gate yet, and I haven't received the sect's clothes or emblem."

"Hmph! Now that all the major sects are gathered here, it is inappropriate for Junior Brother Ji to dress like this, which will damage the reputation of our Xiaoyao Sword Sect. Why not go back..."

At this time, the Seventh Young Master smiled and said: "It doesn't matter. Originally, this conference did not stipulate that those who compete in the competition need to wear clothing that marks the identity of the sect. Fellow Taoist Wu Shan is overly worried."

Wu Shan wanted to say something else at this time, but he heard Mrs. Xiaoyao's eyes widen and her voice slightly cold as she said, "Wu Shan, go back to the mountain gate. Disciples of the Xiaoyao Sword Sect should be based on their own strength. Conspiracies and calculations are all based on heresy."

"Ancestor, disciple..."

Wu Shang was about to argue, but he saw Mrs. Shiyi Xiaoyao's expression was cold.

"Immediately go back to the sect and face the wall to think about your mistakes. You are not allowed to walk out of the mountain gate again until you break through the late stage of the golden elixir."

Wu Shan knelt down and said: "I hope the ancestor will give me another chance. I have been preparing for this grand event for so long. How can I go back to the sect in despair before I even get on the stage? How do my fellow disciples view me..."

Mrs. Xiaoyao didn't even look at the young man in white kneeling in front of her, her eyes slowly closed, and she was speechless.

The Seventh Young Master and the boy in white just stood aside silently. Ji Lingyu glanced coldly, but closed his eyes again. Since Mrs. Xiaoyao had already dealt with it like this, he was too lazy to pay attention. Wu Shan didn't know what was going on, and he provoked him for no reason. Own.

At this time, his spiritual consciousness noticed that Wu Shan stood up and headed towards the teleportation formation on the mountain peak, and he shook his head slightly.

"Fellow Daoist Ji must be very confused, why is Wu Shan like this?"

The Seventh Young Master sent a message at this time.

Ji Lingyu was shocked and replied calmly: "Does the Seventh Young Master know anything?"

"Actually, the fellow Taoist Feng Xingyun next to me defeated Wu Shan in a competition some time ago. Since each sect can only send two people to participate in the competition, Wu Shan wants fellow Taoist to withdraw..."

"This junior brother Feng seems to have just broken through the golden elixir. How can he defeat Wu Shan, an earth sword cultivator, when his realm is not yet stable?"

"I don't know about this, I just heard about it."

Ji Lingyu stopped transmitting the message and just nodded towards her.

The movement in this place was so loud that all the monks on the surrounding high platform could see it.

The old man in purple who had spoken earlier turned his head and looked at it.

Ji Lingyu suddenly felt a powerful spiritual consciousness sweeping over him, like a cold light on his back. He secretly used his skills to forcibly stabilize his mind.

At this moment, Mrs. Xiaoyao snorted coldly! With a sound, this powerful spiritual consciousness suddenly disappeared without a trace.

"Old Ghost Qi, what do you mean?"

The old man in purple laughed and said: "Mrs. Xiaoyao, although your two disciples are both in the early stage of the Golden Elixir, they seem to be quite extraordinary. I am joking with them."

The purple-clothed old man's voice was quite loud. Many monks around him looked at Mrs. Xiaoyao when they heard the words, including several Nascent Soul monks.

"They're just two Jindan juniors. What's worthy of our attention? Comrades, please don't listen to Old Ghost Qi's crazy talk."

Mrs. Xiaoyao looked around and said in a calm voice.

Ji Lingyu's face was expressionless, looking at the eyes of many monks as if they were nothing.

The young man in white looked around with an arrogant expression, not afraid of the gazes of many Nascent Soul cultivators.

After a while, I saw two early-stage Jindan cultivators, and all the cultivators around them stopped paying attention.

At this time, the young man in white said: "This is Junior Brother Ji? Senior Sister Yao returned to the sect last time. Feng was quite surprised. Who defeated her? You and I can compete in the future."

"Junior brother Feng seems to have just broken through the golden elixir. I have been breaking through the golden elixir for decades. Junior brother should be called senior brother."

When the young man in white heard this, he looked proud and said rather disdainfully: "Do you want to be Senior Brother Feng? Let's wait until we win on the battlefield!"

Ji Lingyu shook his head and said: "Junior Brother Feng, how can we fight among ourselves and let others see the joke of Xiaoyao Sword Sect? How can we put the sect in such a bad position?"

"you!"

"Hmph! I don't know how capable I am of using my words."

"Xingyun! Disciples of the Xiaoyao Sword Sect should unite sincerely and not be aggressive and aggressive."

"Yes! Patriarch!"

The young man in white gave him a cold look, and the young man in red, whose eyes were slightly closed, also faced forward and stopped looking at him.

At this time, the Seventh Young Master looked up and bowed his head respectfully.

"The ancestor is here. It seems that the monks from all the major sects are almost here."

Ji Lingyu looked up and saw a vigorous old man in black robe flying thousands of feet into the sky.

At this time, all the Nascent Soul monks present also stood up, and the Golden Core monks lowered their heads.

The old man scanned the dozens of miles around the square with dazzling eyes, laughed loudly and said: "I would like to express my thanks in advance to all of you, comrades, for coming to the Winners' Imperial City Conference to support you."

Its voice was deep and majestic, echoing in the valley for a long time within a radius of dozens of miles.

Ji Lingyu was shocked by the power of the light in the old man's eyes, and lowered his head in shock, not daring to look any further.

He had never encountered such a terrifying high-level monk. He just took a brief look at this person and felt frightened.

At this time, the Seventh Young Master sent a message: "This is the Great Elder, the Great Monk of Nascent Soul. Fellow Taoist Ji, please be careful not to offend."

"Thank you very much, Seventh Young Master. I was reckless."

Ji Lingyu replied via message.

At this time, several voices were heard.

"You're welcome, Great Elder. This junior has the honor to participate in such a grand event. It is a happy event in life."

"This time when the great elder came out of seclusion, I was the one who caused the disturbance."

"The Great Elder has been in seclusion for many years. Can you give me a sermon? I have many things that I don't understand about cultivation."

……

Ji Lingyu lowered his head and listened carefully. The people speaking at this time were all Nascent Soul monks. The Jindan monks were caught by the aura of the old man in black robes above, and how could they dare to raise their heads and speak.

"I have indeed gained something from my exit this time. After the Imperial City Conference, all fellow Taoists can stay at the Ying family for some exchanges. Okay, without further ado, I will leave this place to Qian'er."

At this time, Yukong below was standing next to the gray light curtain. A middle-aged man in black bowed and said, "Yes! Ancestor!"

It was the Emperor of Qin.

"Congratulations to the Great Elder!"

"Great Elder, walk slowly!"