The only way

Chapter 692

Qianji Pavilion, Tongyou Hall.

Of the five immortal sects, there are now three major immortal sects gathered here.

The white-browed old man of Qianji Pavilion, the head of Jianzhai Kongwu Zhenjun, Yijian Zhenjun, the head of Sanqing Taoist Chonghe Zhenjun, Duanyi Zhenjun, and the only one who is both a Yuanying monk and a junior Si Bai.

The Tongyou Hall is not like the main hall of the Sanqing, it has seats at the top, but it is like a hall for receiving guests. There is a large Yousandalwood table in the middle, and eighteen high-back chairs are placed around the table.

The back of the chair and the edge of the table are carved with lifelike rare grasses, auspicious beasts and auspicious clouds. It is good-looking, but the uneven chair back with patterns is really not easy to rely on and makes you panic.

All those seated were Nascent Soul cultivators, and all of them had their backs straightened, with an air of celestial demeanor.

The white-browed old man of Qianji Pavilion, the host of the host, sat upright at the head, directly opposite to Jianzhai's Kongwu Zhenjun and Yijian Zhenjun.

As soon as Chonghe Zhenjun entered the door, he exchanged a few words with Kongwu Zhenjun, come and me, went straight to the old man with white eyebrows and sat down, and did not forget to say a few polite words to the old man with white eyebrows.

Zhenjun Duanyi sat down with Zhenjun Chong and Zhenjun, with an indifferent expression on his face, and the corner of his eye did not even move a bit.

Although Si Bai was a junior, he was also a Nascent Soul cultivator, and under the signal of Chonghe Zhenjun, he sat down on the head of Zhenjun Duanyi.

Liu Wuyi led the disciples of the Golden Core realm to stand behind the elders of their respective schools.

He himself stood behind the old man with white eyebrows, and Lingchu naturally stood behind his master Zhenjun Duanyi.

Jiang Yanzhi and Shen Tingfeng also returned to the disciples of Jianzhai.

Yan Bei is also a disciple of Zhenjun Duanyi, Lingchu's senior brother, and naturally stood beside Lingchu, but he couldn't stop looking in the direction of Jianzhai.

In the main hall, all the monks and disciples who could come here are the core monks and disciples of the major sects. Everyone has a dignified and solemn appearance. Yanbei's lively expression is really conspicuous.

"I haven't thanked you Sanqing for taking care of our two disciples of Jianzhai." Zhenjun Kongwu seemed to know Chong and Zhenjun very well, so he started the topic again very naturally.

"The five immortal sects are connected with each other. This is a matter of their own duty. It's just a matter of raising one's hand. Why do you need to say thank you." Chong and Zhenjun said it nicely, and smiled sincerely.

However, it caused Zhenjun Kongwu to raise his eyebrows, his messy beard raised up and down, "Speaking of which, I may not have seen Duanyi for a long time, and I haven't seen Duanyi for so long, and she is still so heroic, and this is the three of you. The new Yuanying cultivator in the Qing Dynasty is called Taishu, right? Not bad, not bad, the future generations will be feared!"

Si Bai raised his hands in salutation, his gestures and gestures were graceful and graceful, flowing with clouds and flowing water, with a style of his own.

Zhenjun Duanyi glanced at Zhenjun Kongwu indifferently, and when his eyes flicked across the man beside him, he snorted unobtrusively.

The cold snort was very low, but all monks present could hear it naturally.

With this cold snort, True Lord Yijian's already straight back became even more tense, his whole body was like a stiff stone, motionless.

Where is the sharpness of the past.

Zhenjun Kong Wu and Zhenjun Chong and Zhenjun looked at each other, and each looked away.

And Lingchu, who was standing behind the master, could see the clue no matter what.

Covered by his sleeves, Lingchu quietly bent his elbow to touch the arm of the second senior brother Yanbei whose face said "I know a lot of things".

There was no sound transmission and no opening. With so many multi-infant monks present, sound transmission was not safe, and it was even more impossible to speak.

He could only blink when Yan Bei looked over.

He didn't say anything, but Yanbei miraculously understood what the little junior sister meant.

There was also no sound transmission, and his eyes swept over Master Duanyi Zhenjun and Yijian Zhenjun, then blinked at Lingchu, raised his head slightly, and turned around to talk.

Lingchu also successfully comprehended what the senior brother meant, and silently bent his eyebrows.

The disciples below were flirting with each other. On the square table, a group of Nascent Soul cultivators started to get down to business after exchanging pleasantries.

As soon as the main topic started, the disciples below naturally became energetic immediately, and no one dared to be distracted easily.

"The fellow Taoists of Chiyang Dao Sect and Fuyou Palace are already on their way, and will arrive soon." As the host, the old man with white eyebrows naturally knows the itinerary of each sect well. The time of the Fairy Gate Conference is fixed. Zong may have a priority, but he will not be late.

The monks from Jianzhai had only come a while earlier.

The monks from Chiyang Daozong and Fuyou Palace met at the gate of the city, and there were no other monks after the two parties, so the disciples leading the way at Qianji Pavilion were not as calm as the monks from Jianzhai and Sanqing Daozong While strolling around Dagan Capital, he came to Qianji Pavilion.

Instead, he directly picked up the monks from the two sects with the leisure vehicle, and went straight to Qianji Pavilion.

Therefore, not long after the old man with white eyebrows said these words, he heard voices coming from far and near.

The gate of the Tongyou Hall was open, and the voices could be heard from far to near, and it seemed that a man and a woman were mocking and sarcastic.

"It's really unlucky, I must have forgotten to count when I went out today!"

Most of the monks know how to make calculations, and mostly look at the weather.

The sky is clear today, obviously what he said meant something.

"You are not very capable, but you have a good temper. Sister, I think you are just too good-tempered. In the future, the drudgery of the Deep Sea Demon Eye will be able to go out, and it will be hard." The woman's voice was graceful and soft, but the words she spoke Hidden needles in cotton.

In the matter of the Deep Sea Demon Eye back then, among the five great immortal sects, the one that lost the most besides Fuyou Palace was Chiyang Daozong.

However, the culprit was the Fuyou Palace, which caused Chiyang Daozong's attitude towards the Fuyou Palace to change again and again in recent years.

Especially in the early days of the Taoist sect of the Sanqing, Fu Lingyun and others from Jianzhai came back one after another, and compared with the serious injuries of the disciples who were gradually getting better, there were even more grievances.

In these years, whenever the two sects met, the Chiyang Dao Sect did not compare with the San Qing Dao Sect, but turned around to provoke Fuyou Palace's thorns.

It can be said that the current Chiyang Daozong and Fuyou Palace are really incompatible.

It's just that everyone is a big sect, so there is still some dignity at least.

No, as soon as he approached Tongyou Hall, the cynicism between men and women disappeared immediately.

So what everyone saw was a group of monks with clear lines and a cold atmosphere.

The monks of Chiyang Daozong and Fuyou Palace can be easily distinguished.

Three Nascent Soul cultivators from Chiyang Daozong came, the head of the black and red Taoist robe, Zhenjun Luo Yan, a gorgeous young man in red shirt, Yanhuo Zhenjun with a red flame between his eyebrows, and a graceful red-haired woman, red-haired. Master Xi.

Two Nascent Soul cultivators came to the Floating Palace, Master Bixin, the head of the water sleeve palace costume, and Zhenjun Bishui, who is graceful and beautiful.

Behind each followed a group of disciples.

As soon as they entered Tongyou Hall, the two parties sat far apart on one side without looking back.

Chiyang Daozong didn't like Fuyou Palace, nor Sanqing Daozong, so he naturally sat on the side of Jianzhai.

The Fuyou Palace is the seat of the next head of the Taoist sect of the Sanqing Dynasty.

In this way, the five immortal sects finally gathered in Tongyou Hall.

(End of this chapter)