There are many miraculous creatures in my sect

After another two months, the flowers of Yishushu all withered and fell on the bluestone road. It was getting late, and the sunset illuminated the thousands of eaves and ten thousand pagodas with gold borders, making Guanzen Tianzong look like a palace on earth at this time Generally luxurious and magnificent.

Round after round of competitions has passed, and now the disciples of all realms are left with only the final round.

In the competition arena, the person standing on the stage of Yuanying stage until now is a great elder of Youzong. For reference, but only the Nascent Soul stage competition can be like this.

The elder seemed to have no eyes for Fu Xianzong, after looking around, he called Mei Mujiu by name and asked Mei Mujiu to come on stage and make gestures with him.Mei Mujiu was chatting with Qin Hengxiao, and she was surprised to hear the yelling, and asked: "I am the master of a sect, how can I bully others?"

"I have only seen you as a Nascent Soul cultivator so far in your broken sect. Who else can I look for if I don't look for you?" After finishing speaking, the bearded elder even made himself laugh.

Mei Mujiu was not angry either, she turned her head and asked Ferryman Zhang: "Can you beat it?" It's just a ring, it doesn't hurt to send him up.

But Ferry Zhang now only has the cultivation base of Jindan late stage, and he also practiced martial arts, so it's hard to say.

Ferryman Zhang said disdainfully: "This trash, I used to beat ten of them one by one." After finishing speaking, he dropped the melon seed shell and flew on him.

When the elder saw an unattractive old man coming up, his disgust was beyond words.

Zhang Baipu chuckled: "The old man used to be known to be romantic, so what are you?"

"Hmph, don't gossip." The elder snorted coldly, twisted his neck, and made a move.

Ferry Zhang closed his eyes indifferently, dodging his attack leisurely, still feeling very sad.Back then, he was also a sword cultivator, fighting martial arts all over the world, as arrogant as he wanted, but now he has completely subverted it.

The most different thing from him in the past is that during these years in the secret land of Shuque, he has long lost his impetuosity, and living with the water has allowed him to study countless moves.

Everyone present looked at the wrinkled old man intently.

He is thin and short, and looks so wretched. Every time he twists and dodges, his body looks distorted, but he has a strange beauty, as smooth as water, pervasive, and even exaggerated. A bit Zen, a few monks looked at it and suddenly fell into enlightenment.

"A river can have 360 ​​tributaries." The ferry boat flickered beside the elder like a fish in water, and said, "There are thousands of changes."

The elder heard him speak, but he turned his head and couldn't even see his shadow, and the next moment he appeared behind him, the elder couldn't see through his trajectory at all, and then he suddenly realized what tributary 360 is.

Elder Youzong was so angry that he sank into his dantian, and he was about to make a big move when he saw the ferry boat stopped moving, and a sinister smile appeared on his face: "There is another poem called... the Yellow River goes to the East China Sea when it falls, thousands of miles to write Between the bosom."

The elder secretly thought that it was not good, his body surged with spiritual energy, and defended his whole body, but the ferryman Zhang had already jumped in front of him, and before he could react, his fists rained down like a torrential rain, directly knocking him into a daze, even the sword was blown by the fist wind I was shocked out of the palm of my hand.

What kind of fist is this, what kind of fist can hit straight in like this, ignoring his defense, and even the body in the Nascent Soul Realm is in pain.The elder was beaten back step by step, and kept asking questions in his heart.

Sitting on the seat, Mei Mujiu felt pain when she heard the voice, and said sympathetically, "His fist is so powerful that it cuts mountains in the sky. How difficult is it to beat flesh like this?"

However, the elder is destined not to be able to hear it. His eyes are filled with endless shadows of fists, and his ears are filled with the sound of fists hitting rocks like a big wave. His chest seems to be pounded by endless waves, and his internal organs begin to tremble. .

With the last punch, Ferry Zhang directly knocked him off the ring, only to hear a muffled sound, the elder fell heavily to the ground, his eyes were dazed, and he lost his mind.His disciples all blushed and carried him out, not daring to stay any longer.

There was no joy on the ferryman's face, and he yawned with a look of reason, and flew to Mei Mujiu's side, raised his feet, curled his lips and said, "It's boring."

The elder's swordsmanship is not [-]% better than his before, and since he was punched into Shuque, he has learned [-]% of Fang Li's strength, even if he fights across borders, it is not difficult for him.

He took it for granted, but to the other onlookers, he was a little terrified, and when he looked at Mei Mujiu and the others, the previous contempt was gone.From Qin Hengxiao to this old man, they all won across realms, no matter how you think about it, it is really not easy.

For some reason, Mei Mujiu felt that he should be in a good mood, so she took the opportunity to ask: "You used to be a romantic too?"

Ferry's old face suddenly showed seven points of pride and three points of embarrassment: "I used to respond to a sentence, what is a yellow shirt flying a white horse, every day is blue downstairs, that is, I was talking about Lao Tzu. I was rich back then, and I grew up You are so handsome, there are a few people from the Jade Immortal Sect. If it wasn't for that bastard breaking up his cultivation, I wouldn't be what I am today."

As he spoke, he wiped his wrinkled face and began to feel upset.

"I also thought about it before. After I come out, I will go to the old friend of the Yuxianzong and get me some rejuvenation pills." The ferryman Zhang Chuu bearded and stared, "I don't know, that old Xuanming thief stole it all, what a beast .”

Mei Mujiu: "..."

Mei Mujiu said a few words of comfort, and then Wei Sui came over happily.He has been haunted by Mo Qianfeng all this time, suffering so much that he can't even see anyone.

It was rare for Wei Xuan to be so happy, and he said happily, "It's great that he's finally gone back."

Wei Lang said quietly from the side: "Senior brother, didn't I ask you to get Mo Qianfeng? I still need you to help me blow the wind around my pillow so that Sect Master Mo will betroth Chongqian to me."

"..." Wei Zhen resisted the urge to hit her, "You go back to practice for me."

Wei Lang giggled, hooked a few fellow disciples and ran away.Wei Gan followed behind slowly, and before he left, he did not forget to tiptoe and pat him on the shoulder: "Senior brother, it's rare that someone likes you, why don't you marry earlier."

For the first time, Wei Zhen thought that it was too late for him to defect from the sect.

Several people chatted for a while, and then went out together. After half an hour, there was a dinner party. To be precise, it was an opportunity to meet the Buddha.It is said that the human Buddha was able to ascend to the sky ten thousand years ago, but he has been suppressing his cultivation, living in the back mountain hall of the Guanchan Tianzong, and almost never going out of the mountain.Everyone said that she was a woman, her face was like Guanyin, she knew the past and knew the present, her eyes were on the future, and she had the universe in her mind, but there were only a handful of people who had seen her.

Those who are favored by her at this dinner party can not only see her, but also hear some of her advice.

The elders of many sects who were in charge came here for this matter, and the rich gifts they prepared were piled up with many rings, and they only hoped that she would take a fancy to him.

The dinner party was held in Wuji Hall, the largest hall of Guanchan. Two rows of long tables were set up for tens of feet, and all kinds of delicacies and fine wines were placed on them.This time, Guan Chan deliberately opened up the precepts. Except for disciples in the sect, anyone can eat meat and drink alcohol.

As night falls, people file into Wuji Hall, find seats and sit down, waiting for the start.

It was a very weird dinner party.Although the food was abundant and there were many people coming, it was extremely quiet.There were no dancers, no speeches from the host, and no games and wine conversations during the banquet. There was only complete silence.

Even the announcement that it was time to dine was only a gesture by a monk.

Finally, after the panic-stricken meal was over, the monk who replaced Shenxiu reappeared, sat on the main seat in the center, and asked everyone to say a word.Whether it is the intention of coming, self-recommendation, or introducing gifts, you can say anything, only one sentence.

He also has a thing in the shape of a windmill in his hand. When the Buddha approves, the windmill will turn, which means that person has been chosen.

Hearing that the people were all staring at the windmill, not wanting to give any eyes to others, they opened their mouths again and again, but they didn't dare to speak easily.

Mei Mujiu was fine, he really wanted to see it, but it was okay if he couldn't see it, after all, he didn't have any enthusiasm for these things.

Qin Hengxiao has always been interested in foreign things and strangers. After eating the food in front of him, he began to ponder the method silently. He didn't even know that the great monk came to speak.

It was silent again for a long time, and finally one person stood up excitedly, his tongue was a little knotted, and he stammered: "I...I have admired you for a long time...I am willing to be a dog with you for the rest of my life..." See Windmill He didn't turn around, but his eyes were red, and he couldn't choose to say, "I'm doing a good job! I promise to make you want to die..."

Before he could finish his sentence, he was punched out of the palace by the great monk, and the few people outside dragged him, who didn't know whether he was alive or dead, to where.

The monk stopped and sat upright again, turning the beads in his hand, calmly said: "Continue."

Now everyone became more serious, and simply said one by one in order.

Seeing them racking their brains and trying their best, Mei Mujiu suddenly remembered that when she was still alive in her previous life, those people who flattered him also talked nicely in front of him, so cautious and obedient, but unfortunately, he was just a Burning life for others.

The past was like a tide, Mei Mujiu's heart fluctuated, and her spiritual energy was in disorder for a while.Seeing that his expression was not right, Qin Hengxiao hurriedly held his hand. Mei Mujiu felt the warm touch on his hand, woke up suddenly, met his apprentice's worried eyes, and smiled comfortingly: "It's okay."

Patting his apprentice on the shoulder, Mei Mujiu drank a glass of wine sullenly, and after putting down the glass, his expression became much calmer.

In any case, from the moment he opened his eyes and came back to life, he already knew that in this life, he would never and would never bow to others.