Sect Leader Is Under Great Pressure

Facts have proved that although Feng Qingxiu's eyes are not very good and she hasn't recognized the Great God for a long time, her brain is still worthy of recognition.

He closed his eyes deeply, tried his best to calm down, kneeled in the hall respectfully and respectfully, and kowtowed three times to the person above him under the eyes of countless people.

"Disciple Feng Qingxiu, pay homage to Master." Although the voice was a little excited, the tone was steady after all.

This brought him a sliver of admiration in everyone's hearts, and being unmoved in great joy and sorrow is a kind of cultivation in itself.

But that's all!

Once the words of being the head of the sect and rejecting me for the third time came out, even the prestige of the head of the sect would not be able to suppress the criticisms in the entire hall!

three times?

Are you kidding us? ?

who is he!How dare you refuse the leader!Or three times? ?

Besides, if you want to swear to the death, you can refuse again. The hundred-foot club head is one step further. Why don't you pretend to be the end of the white lotus!

What knees do you bend!

Where did the little goblin come from!

Even the head of the sect can hook up, and play hard to get, elegant and refined? ? ?

Even Yan Zhao, the chief elder, couldn't help but twitched his face, quietly pulled at his junior sister, and asked, "Narcissus, is this really the master? Wasn't it invaded by some demon?"

"I want to know, you can ask the head." Bai Shuixian also had a look of panic, "What happened to the head?"

Miss Ji Mingyu, who was standing not far away, was about to cry because of her grievances.

Why him?

How on earth did this little goblin do it?Will he tell his father that I am not good?

I never bullied him!Can I not carry the blame?

She also wanted to ask, but she didn't dare.

The other peak masters also communicated with each other, whispering.

The headman glanced at them lightly, managed to make them shut up, and then, under the eyes of everyone, issued an order: "If that's the case, come up."

Feng Qingxiu raised her head to look at the familiar face, the other's expression was cold, still aloof.

But he suddenly remembered the way he once smiled and asked "Really?"

When the four eyes met, his chaotic and restless mood suddenly calmed down.

No matter why he accepted him as an apprentice, it didn't matter, since he had chosen, the thorns and bumps in the road ahead were all his.

Standing up, he walked up steadily step by step.

Walk to him from a hundred feet away.

This is the main hall of Kun-Lai, this is the Lord of Kun-Lai.

This road is close to supreme glory, supreme power, and supreme fame and fortune.

There are also infinite dangers.

But what does that matter, he is finally close to him.

The immortal who has been admired since the governor, the guide on the road of cultivation, and the true god who protects Xizhou.

Compared with foreign objects, what is more important than this?

When he stood beside Ji Yunlai, the eyes of His Highness's disciples were dissatisfied and resentful, but they still bent their knees under the urging eyes of the elders.

"Congratulations to the master, congratulations to senior brother!"

"Congratulations to Taoist Xing, you have won such a good student." The foreign guests also stepped forward to congratulate.

For a while, all kinds of congratulations were heard endlessly, and the little-known beauty was praised, and there was nothing in the sky, and there was nothing in the earth, which made the surrounding disciples very disdainful.

One of the disciples kneeling on the ground, the girl in yellow in Kunlai Qixiu, had a strange look on her face, and said to her friends in a low voice, "Why does it feel like a bride walking to the groom's side step by step, and everyone congratulates the newlyweds..."

You Jia rolled her eyes and said in a low voice, "Shut up!"

The leader is not such a superficial person.

"There must be something inside." Yimeng Qingnv frowned slightly, and looked skillfully at her friend next to her.

The young man in black was stunned, and showed a very difficult expression: "Senior sister, this really can't be dismantled."

That's the master's disciple, I'll catch it and dismantle it for you a few times - even if you can put it back on, can we really resist the master's sword that tilts the sky?Big sister, where did you get the confidence!

"If you are timid and afraid of getting into trouble, how can you get favored by the immortals?" A Meng Qingnv snorted, "Forget it, let's start with the blood of his family and throw ten thousand spirit stones down. I don't believe there are no mortals in their family who don't want me to dismantle them."

"..." The young man was speechless. Ten thousand spirit stones are the annual income of a small sect. What's the point of using it to smash ordinary people? It's amazing to be able to use public funds?

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And the two masters and apprentices in the main hall were secretly startled by Kunlai's display of power.

Ji Yunlai has lost his memory and under the threat of the self who has memory, he has no interest in retrieving his memory, so although he usually knows that Kunlai is powerful, his feeling is by no means as deep as it is now.

Feng Qingxiu couldn't do it anymore, after all, he was too young and had just stepped into the fairy gate.

This is the coming of the Ten Thousand Immortals!

The Eastern Continent sect farther away actually rushed over four years in advance after hearing the news...

Not to mention the lowest Nascent Soul cultivation level of the peak master of Kunlai 72nd Peak - this kind is already the absolute pillar in the small sect.

Not to mention those easily overlooked cultivation skills of transforming spirits—this kind is the backbone of Zhongmen. Whether a sect can survive 200 years depends on whether there are strong transforming gods. Otherwise, after Yuanying passes, the sect will be like Fuyou Generally, it will fall away.

Not to mention the terrifying fellow monks—one of these cultivators is a top middle sect, not to mention that there are more than a dozen in Kun-Lai.

Let's just talk about the foreign envoys who came here.

Those who came were basically the backbone of the sect, and many of the middle and small sects came directly - but the small sects basically could only drink spiritual tea at the foot of the mountain, and had no qualifications to go to the main hall.

After the Daoist sect experienced the catastrophe of the Great Xuan, the classics were lost, and the strong fell, and it barely recovered a little vitality after a thousand years.

The most fertile land of the human race is Central Continent, which is rich in spiritual energy and countless treasures of heaven and earth. In short, it is enough to live, and the North and West Continents are far away from the coast. They are both bitter cold and arid places. Back then, only small and medium sects were stationed.

However, 600 years ago, the Kunlai faction rose up in Xizhou, and even attracted the South China Sea air, turning the Gobi desert into a water town in the south of the Yangtze River. After many years of operation, Kunlai, which had only a dozen people at the beginning, has become the unannounced visit of everyone.

As a result, countless Sanxiu sects quietly settled in Xizhou, not seeking to be famous all over the world, but just seeking to make a living.

The other sects are more secretly fighting against each other. After all, Kunlai has risen too fast, even the sects in Central Continent are on guard, fearing that it will be another Daxuan Dynasty.

Previously, the Three Great Masters of Central Continent had sent envoys to test the Daxuan Secret Realm, just to see if there were any flaws in Kunlai.

The presence or absence of flaws lies in whether the head of Kunlai is closed to death.

If it is, they can plan more, if not, they can die.

There is a Human Immortal in each of the three major sects, who is connected to the head of Kunlai, and is also known as the Four Saints of the Human Race. They are the key to contending with the Great Saints of the Monster Race. They will not attack each other as a last resort.

But now, the power of Kunlai in Xizhou has begun to radiate to Central Continent faintly, making the sects of Central Continent even more vigilant.

For example, at this moment, some guests were vaguely complaining about Kunlai disciples being domineering and arbitrarily grabbing other people's opportunities.

"I heard that the disciples have become more and more domineering recently?" Ji Yunlai looked at Yan Zhao indifferently after hearing a complaint from a foreigner.

"It's common sense to be mad because of success." Yan Zhao sneered, "I live in Duzhongzhou in Kunlai, and I have suffered countless deaths and injuries for hundreds of years, so I have the current situation. Those rogue cultivators who pick peaches want to live an equal life when they come? They also match?"

Cultivation is difficult, resources are limited, and internal factions can still talk about first-come, first-served competition. As for outsiders, is it funny?

Within Kunlai's influence, even a single bone belongs to Kunlai. If the casual cultivators want it, yes, go to the outer domain to find it!

Ji Yunlai nodded, and ignored the matter. Instead, he and his disciples continued to watch the various competitions and presents in the ceremony.

But no matter how much I like it, I can't stand it for a long time. After watching it for a day, Ji Yunlai didn't want to watch it, because logically, their celebration is three days.

And Feng Qingxiu's injury hadn't healed yet, after being so tense for a day, although her complexion was as usual, she couldn't hide the faint fatigue from him.

So he didn't say much, flicked his long sleeves, took his new apprentice, and left the hall in a blink of an eye.

A group of elders and peak masters were left looking at each other.

"What has changed back to the past? Was the senior brother so self-willed?" Yan Zhao's face relaxed a lot, "Still so freewheeling, at least it hasn't deteriorated!"

"It's...it's good if it can change a little bit." Bai Shuixian reluctantly said, and at the same time waved her hand to request the ceremony to continue, and the pomp should not be lost. At worst, they just guard it, as long as the senior brother is happy.

"Feng Qingxiu's background has been investigated." The cold-looking young man next to him said, "There is nothing unusual, but Shou Shanju found out that the head of the house contacted him before, and it happened a month ago."

"Why didn't you report it?" The expressions of the other elders instantly darkened.

"They don't dare, and besides, we can't believe it, right?" The young man smiled wryly.

This is true, who would believe that the head of Kun-Lai would look at an ordinary boy differently, Yan Zhao shook his head: "Forget it, we can only worry about it for nothing, after all these years, Kun-Lai Mountain is the only thing we can worry about for him .”

Bai Shuixian turned to the outstanding disciples of Tianjiao and said, "You all should restrain yourself recently and don't provoke new senior brothers."

Then I saw the disciples nodding obediently, without objection, and firmly agreeing.

She sighed.

"Forget it, you won't listen anyway."

The disciples were obedient and obedient, without any objection, and firmly agreed.