First Summoner

Xiao Zechuan said expressionlessly: "A fool doesn't know he is a fool."

"Xiao Gouchuan!"

Zhuge Youlin was furious and immediately pounced on Xiao Zechuan, wanting to fight him.

Before he could make a move, a familiar voice came from behind him.

"Zhuge Youlin, come here to me!"

...

After a while.

The seven spirit boats of Qiankun Sect were moving quickly in the air. If you looked carefully, you could see this scene—

I saw a red-haired young man with his arms outstretched, tightly grasping the upper edge of the side of the spirit boat. His body was completely suspended in the air, swaying constantly with the wind.

The young man cried out in tears: "Master, I know I was wrong! I will never fight with Xiao Gouchuan again!"

At this time, the people on the other six spirit boats also noticed this situation, and they looked surprised.

"What on earth just happened?!"

"Isn't this Elder Qi's beloved disciple?"

"This kid must be in trouble again, hahaha..." The Sixth Elder stroked his beard and laughed out loud.

"It's great to be young." Bu Feng smiled gently.

At this moment, Elder Qi was sitting calmly. There was a table next to him with tea sets on it. He slowly poured a cup of hot tea, picked up the cup, opened his mouth and blew slowly.

Then, savor it slowly.

The disciples on the deck felt mixed emotions upon seeing this.

It seems that being the direct disciple of Elder Qi is extremely risky. However, they don't know that Zhuge Youlin is too naughty and prone to causing trouble. If he is not severely punished, he will not learn his lesson.

The Shura friends came to the red-haired boy.

"Hurry up and pull me up!" The red-haired boy's eyes lit up, "My spiritual power has been sealed by my master."

Wen Yuchu looked up at the sky and said, "The scenery here is nice."

"Well, not bad." Pei Su said.

"Hey, there seems to be some dirt here." Xiao Zechuan looked down with a calm expression, and reached out to forcefully push away Zhuge Youlin's fingers one by one.

"Don't mess around!" Zhuge Youlin said with horror in his eyes.

Yu Changying pretended to be surprised and asked, "Hey, brother Yulin, why are you here?"

Zhuge Youlin's pupils shrank slightly, and he blurted out: "Changying, Sister Changying, save me!"

Yu Changying raised his hand to cover his mouth and said with an innocent look: "But I am weak and can't help you."

Zhuge Youlin was extremely angry.

His left hand was forcibly pulled away by Xiao Zechuan, and now he only had one hand left holding the side of the boat, and the pressure he was under instantly increased.

The boy's handsome fair face turned red and he glared at them with gritted teeth.

Shen Yan sighed softly, "Okay."

Hearing this, Zhuge Youlin was delighted, "Yan Yan, it's still you..."

Before he could finish his words, Shen Yan's voice was heard.

"It's time to push him off."

Zhuge Youlin's eyes widened, his face full of astonishment, as if he couldn't believe what he heard. However, before he could react, Xiao Zechuan mercilessly pulled his other hand away.

Without the support of his hands, Zhuge Youlin's body suddenly lost balance and fell rapidly like a bird with broken wings.

He waved his arms in the air, trying to hold on to a glimmer of life, but to no avail.

He roared angrily: "I hate you!!!"

The disciples of Qiankun Sect were stunned when they saw this thrilling scene. They looked at everything that happened in front of them in disbelief. They could never have imagined that Senior Sister Shen and the others would actually push Senior Brother Zhuge down!

Just as everyone was shocked, a green vine rushed downwards as fast as lightning, tightly wrapped around the red-haired boy's waist, and suddenly pulled him up.

The ups and downs made Zhuge Youlin's heart pound as if it was about to jump out of his throat.

The thrill of being on the line between life and death made him so excited that he couldn't help but grin, revealing a row of white teeth.

So exciting.

he likes.

"I forgive you!"

The red-haired boy laughed, but snorted proudly in his heart.

When the friends heard this, they couldn't help but laugh.

Elder Qi, who was drinking tea, shook his head slowly, but could not hide the smile on his face.

It really is……

Difficult to discipline.

After this incident, many disciples of the Qiankun Sect began to pay attention to the eight Shuras.

Jing Zifu glanced in the direction of the eight Shuras, then retracted her gaze and looked into the distance, as if she was lost in her memories.

However, her memories were soon interrupted by Yi Linghuan.

"Junior sister, you look better when you smile."

Jing Zifu suppressed her thoughts and remained silent.

He then whispered, "Junior sister, after the Changming Festival is over, let's become Taoist couples."

When Jing Zifu heard this, her eyes fluctuated and gradually dimmed.

She still didn't speak.

But Yi Linghuan was extremely patient.

...

Five days later, in the early morning, the sun shone through the clouds onto the sea, making the waves sparkle.

Near the dividing line between Tianji Domain and Taichu Mountain, there is a vast sea area. At this time, countless spirit ships appeared in this sea area.

These spirit ships vary in size, but all are exquisitely shaped and emit powerful spiritual fluctuations.

Each spirit ship flew a flag embroidered with different patterns and emblems, clearly indicating the forces to which they belonged.

Some of the flags were embroidered with ancient family crests, others were symbols of sects, and still others were the logos of chambers of commerce or other organizations.

The flags fluttered in the sea breeze, accompanied by various conversations.

On the sea, the most eye-catching thing is the huge golden spirit ship, which is like a huge monster, floating quietly on the sea. Under the sunlight, the light reflected by the golden spirit ship is so bright that people cannot look directly at it, and it makes people feel the symbol of wealth and power.

This is the spirit ship of the Dongfang family, one of the four major families.

Many leaders of various forces bowed slightly to the people on the golden spirit ship, with a flattering smile on their faces: "Master Dongfang, long time no see. It has been several years since we last met, and you are still as charming as ever!"

The leader of another faction was not to be outdone and said with a smile: "Master Dongfang, I have long admired you. I hope we can have a chance to cooperate in the future."

The middle-aged man standing at the bow of the golden spirit ship was wearing a suit of fine brocade. The fabric was delicate and soft, and it was embroidered with exquisite patterns in gold thread.

He had an elegant temperament, and his every move exuded a noble aura. With a faint smile on his face, he raised his hand and bowed slightly to the people on the spirit ship around him, and said in a low and powerful voice: "Dear friends, thank you for your concern. I am fortunate to be here with you today, and please take care of me."

Upon hearing this, many leaders of the sects started to talk and express their respect.

At the same time, on the golden spirit ship, a young man in golden clothes lying on a rocking chair, after hearing his father greeting those powerful people, he stretched out his hand and slowly moved the feather fan on his face, revealing only one eye, and said two words with contempt.

"hypocritical."