Eternal Tianzong

Chapter 140 This Is This, Bumped into a Shirt?

Zuoqiu Ji smiled coyly when he heard the words, and said respectfully: "Sect Master Duan was joking, you take great care of your disciples, and it's too late for the younger generation to envy you, so how can you blame me?"

While Lin Xiaoyuan was moved, she had an obedient face, and concentrated on picking up a white jade plate on the sapphire table. On it was a set of simple and elegant jade cups and jade pots.

She deftly brewed spirit tea for Duanchou, and then she diverted her attention and looked around the hall with a little curiosity.

Duanchou had looked at this hall long ago, there were two rows inside, and there were more than 300 desks, which meant that apart from the six sects of first-rank immortal sects, all other small and medium sects had seats.

It's just that I don't know how this order is arranged. If it is based on the strength of the sect, the Xuantian Sect, which is not well-known, has no advantage at all, and it is absolutely impossible to be ranked first on the right.

If the cultivators who came to participate in the Immortal Association were ranked according to their own cultivation bases, it would be impossible for Duanchou to rank him first on the right without revealing his specific realm.

As for the order in which the monks entered the island, that's even more nonsense. He came so late, and he didn't know where he would be lined up.

So Duanchou was a little confused. Although he was not on the left column, he was on the right. Could it be that someone manipulated it secretly and specially reserved a good position for him?

At this time, there were already many monks sitting in the hall, Duanchou was empty, and an old man in white robes was sitting on the first table on the left opposite.

His black hair was crystal clear, and there was a trace of cold air, and his body was possessed by a celestial glow, with purple air rising. When Duanchou looked at him, he smiled and nodded in response.

"It is said that the master of the Xuantian Sect is master of Taoism and swordsmanship, and his realm is unfathomable. When we meet today, we will know what he said is true."

The one who spoke was the middle-aged Taoist in the fourth seat on the left, with the crown of the crown, the sleeve pattern of clouds, the clouds and haze gathering and scattering around his body, and the cool breeze around his body, which actually gave birth to a sense of being out of the dust.

Duanchou smiled lightly, picked up the jade cup on the case, took a sip of spiritual tea, and said leisurely: "Although I like to hear this, fellow Taoist, it is exaggerated, and I dare not take it for granted."

"The people present in the hall are not monks who have achieved immortality. Compared with fellow Taoists, Duan Mou's meager Taoism is really ridiculous."

"What Daoxuan said is true, and the poor Daoist also can't see through the cultivation of Duan Daoist. It can be seen that the strength is profound and extraordinary. It would be too modest to say these things at this time."

Before Daoxuan could speak, the black-robed old man in the fifth seat couldn't help shaking his head and laughing, looking at the calm Duanchou on the opposite side, he said something meaningful.

"You will know the strength of Fellow Daoist Duan only after you have fought. If there is a chance, I would like to experience and teach you, Fellow Daoist Duan's sky-high Taoism and swordsmanship, to see if it is as mysterious and terrifying as the rumors say."

At this moment, a middle-aged monk sitting in the second seat said coldly. He has a graceful face, black hair tied up by a purple Taoist crown, and he is wearing a purple gold Taoist robe with thunder patterns printed on it.

Looking up, Duanchou seemed to see a sea of ​​thunder, in which the terrifying purple sky thunder roared and raged for nine days.

At first glance, the Taoist robe worn by the middle-aged monk is very similar to the Thunder Cloud Taoist robe worn by Duanchou, regardless of the color and style.

"This is, Zhuangshan??" Seeing the purple gold Taoist robe on the middle-aged monk, Duanchou's heart skipped a beat, and the word Zhuangshan inexplicably flashed in his mind.

It's just that the two are not the same Taoist robe after all, and there are still differences in comparison.

Different from the introverted majesty of Leiyun's Taoist robe, which is elegant and dusty, the purple gold Taoist robe of the middle-aged monk is full of luxury and domineering.

The sword eyebrows were slightly raised, and there was a sharp edge in Duanyou's eyes. Looking at the middle-aged monk opposite, he said lightly, "Who is this fellow Taoist?"

"He is from Zixiao Temple, the head of Zilei Peak, real person Yuqing, just such a temper, just get used to it."

The water vapor is dense, and a blue mysterious light hangs down, shining brightly, like the Milky Way hanging upside down, shutting out the sunlight for nine days.Before the person arrived, the soft and sweet voice had already entered the hall through the mysterious light.

After the words were finished, Master Jingyue led Yu Jingchen and stepped out of the mysterious light. Without walking in the dust, her clothes fluttered down to the third seat on the left, and greeted the Masters of Returning Origin Realm on both sides.

Seeing the top ten seats in the first two rows, a group of real people from the Returning Realm had a lively conversation, and the monks from the small and medium sects in the back row were all envious. While talking left and right, they listened carefully to the front movement.

"Jingyue, you are really slow in coming. As the head of the Fairy Association, you let us wait in the hall. Is it the way of hospitality for you to do this?"

Sitting in the sixth seat on the left, the sloppy Taoist who had been drinking in silence all the time saw the Lord coming, but couldn't help complaining and said jokingly.

As soon as this remark came out, apart from the old Taoist in white robes in the first seat on the left and the real person Yuqing in the second seat, all the other real people from the Guiyuan Realm around them booed and made fun of each other, and the scene was extremely lively for a while.

Immortal Jingyue sat down, and in front of him, there were several jade bowls, several jade plates, the jade bowls were empty, and in the middle of the jade plates were blue crystal fruits, each of which was It exudes aura, and the frost is pervasive, containing a thick water spirit.

"Century-year-old ice crystal fruit, Jingyue, fellow daoists, please enjoy it. Drunk Taoist, don't always think of teasing me. Why don't you take out your jade nectar for fellow daoists to taste? Today, I have prepared a wine bowl."

"Hey, Jingyue, you are really polite."

The drunken Taoist laughed lightly, turned his right hand, and a white jade gourd appeared in his hand immediately. He tossed his sleeves, and the white jade gourd floated in the air, as if there was a clanging of sword energy, exuding wisps of sharpness.

Twenty Dao Jade Qiongjiu is as crystal clear as jade, with spiritual energy churning on it, dense clouds, twenty wine springs across the sky, there is spiritual energy spilling, many disciples behind the real person took a deep breath, and felt calm and calm, and their spiritual power circulated faster. One point.

In the first seat on the left, the old Taoist in white robe showed surprise: "600 years of jade fine wine, drunk old ghosts are addicted to alcohol, this time, it is rare and generous."

When everyone heard the words, their eyes showed strange expressions, but no one opened their mouths.

Taking a sip of jade wine, the drunk Taoist looked at Duanchou on the opposite side, and said with a half-smile, "It's rare to meet a new fellow Taoist, if I don't show some sincerity, wouldn't it be justified?"

"How should I put it, Jingyue is also my future Taoist partner, I still want to give her face, hehe!!"

What I said earlier was quite normal, but after staying behind, the drunk Taoist became more and more outrageous, just like a drunk who talked nonsense after drinking, which made Jingyue's face covered with frost, his heart was ashamed and angry, and he rewarded him directly. Ice Soul Xuanguang.

After shattering the ice crystals on his body, the drunk Taoist immediately picked up the jade gourd tremblingly, and drank several mouthfuls of jade nectar.

After the chill had receded from his body, the Taoist drunk said with a wry smile: "Sister Jingyue, why are you bothering? In today's world, no one knows that you are my woman."

(End of this chapter)