An Ordinary Path to Immortality

When they arrived here, there were already quite a few people here.

Fang Ping stood at the end of the team. If there was a corner here, Fang Ping, who was a low-key person, would definitely squat in the corner.

Unfortunately, this was a square, so he could only choose the least noticeable end of the team.

Fang Ping had just arrived, and in the Qiyun Sect, where there were many powerful people and geniuses, Fang Ping didn't think there was anything wrong with being low-key.

After Brother Huang sent them off, he bowed to the headmaster's hall, and then drove the flying boat away, probably to pick up the subsequent disciples.

These disciples from all over the country gathered together, except for some disciples who already knew each other or were already famous.

In fact, there were more casual cultivators like Fang Ping.

When they saw Fang Ping and his twenty people coming, some people came over to chat and learn about their origins.

For example, Jiang Zhenhuan and Zhu Yuanshan, two disciples from aristocratic families, were pulled together by several disciples from the same aristocratic families who had arrived before to build relationships.

Some independent cultivators were also looking for disciples who were also independent cultivators to gather together for warmth.

Of course, there were independent cultivators who tried to win over Fang Ping, but when they learned that Fang Ping had five-element spiritual roots, they lost interest in him.

Fang Ping was happy and relaxed, watching the people in front of him split into three groups.

One was the children of aristocratic families and some followers.

One was the independent cultivator group, among whom there were naturally some disciples with good qualifications who were promoted as temporary leaders.

The rest were some disciples who did not mix with these two groups. These people either had backers in Qiyun Sect and did not care about their winning over.

Or they were just ordinary people who did not look down on them.

But more people actually chose to remain neutral out of caution and self-protection.

This kind of gang-building behavior is very common everywhere. Fang Ping did not think there was anything wrong with doing so, except that he felt that these people seemed a little too impatient.

After all, in this huge Qiyun Sect, it is also a very good thing to have a few fellow disciples with good relationships to take care of each other.

Fang Ping stood aside, watching the flying boats continuously sending disciples, so that more and more people were on the square. m.x33xs.com

As more and more talented disciples arrived, both the aristocratic families and the independent cultivation camps were divided into several small groups.

And Fang Ping was still an inconspicuous one among the many spectators.

I thought I would keep this state until I started to accept disciples.

But with the arrival of another flying boat, Fang Ping's plan to be a transparent person could not continue.

"Yo yo yo, let me see who this is, isn't this the first peerless genius with six spiritual roots in the history of the creation of the world?"

With a yin and yang voice, the eyes of hundreds of disciples in the field were all attracted.

At this time, Fang Ping had no choice but to keep a low profile.

The person who came was Huang Pei'an, who had followed Huang Zhiyuan and had a conflict with the three immortals of Lishan.

Fang Ping was already very low-key, and deliberately found an inconspicuous position in the corner of the crowd, but he didn't expect that this guy still found him.

Fang Ping didn't want to be high-profile and didn't like trouble, but it didn't mean that he was afraid of trouble.

He said expressionlessly, "Where is the barking dog?"

Seeing the excitement here, many people gathered around directly.

There were also five or six new disciples following Huang Pei'an.

Huang Pei'an sneered and looked at Fang Ping: "I never thought that a rubbish like you joining Qiyun Sect would be a disgrace to the sect."

Fang Ping hit back: "Qiyun Sect does not recruit disciples to recruit guard dogs. Why did they accept a mad dog to bite people randomly?"

"You are sharp-tongued, Fang Ping, don't say that I didn't give you a chance. Now kneel in front of me and learn to bark three times, begging me to spare you. In the future, in Qiyun Sect, as long as you don't let me meet you, I promise not to cause you trouble."

Huang Pei'an was still calm. He knew that today was the disciple-recruiting ceremony. This was the master's hall. The master Yuanhua was likely in the hall.

So he didn't take action immediately, and even wanted to deliberately provoke Fang Ping to take action, and he would be the victim.

But Fang Ping was not stupid. How could he take action under such circumstances?

Even in the face of Huang Pei'an's ridicule, he just smiled lightly, took out a low-grade white jade plate and threw it on the ground:

"Before the disciple-taking ceremony, I promised to give you a dog basin, but you and your father, oh, by the way, haven't done the blood recognition.

At least he is still your uncle on the surface.

You ran too fast like a stray dog, and in the end, I didn't give it to you at that time.

I apologize, it's my fault.

Now that we have met, you hold your basin and get out of the way.

And I will definitely ask someone to send a letter to the dog leash, collar, and dog bell that the three immortals of Lishan promised you, asking them to send them to you as soon as possible.

Oh, by the way, did you and your uncle do the blood recognition, did you recognize each other as father and son?

Although the dog basin and dog leash are not valuable, they are just gifts for you to recognize each other as father and son. If you didn't recognize each other, I can't give you this dog basin."

The two of them exchanged sharp words and cursed fiercely, and the people around them were stunned, but they restrained each other and no one took action.

"So you're the guy who tricked the monster into eating feces under the guise of father-son reunion?"

At this time, Zhu Yuanshan, who had learned the whole story from an insider, stepped out from the crowd and stood with Fang Ping.

This made Huang Pei'an frown. He wanted to scold Zhu Yuanshan, but someone beside him whispered to him about Zhu Yuanshan's identity.

This made him feel a little tricky.

A disciple of the Zhu family, and also a three-spiritual root, was a little hard to mess with.

It's not that he didn't dare to mess with him, but messing with Zhu Yuanshan would not do him any good.

Just when he was in a dilemma, an inner disciple in the foundation-building period shouted:

"Shut up, on Qiyun Peak, in front of the ancestor statue, in front of the master's hall, how can you make such a fuss?

Everyone, disperse. Considering that you have just entered the sect and don't know the rules of the sect, I won't bother with you this time.

If there is a next time, your cultivation will be abolished and you will be expelled from the sect."

After being scolded by the inner disciple, Huang Pei'an snorted and led his people away.

Fang Ping bowed slightly to the disciple and said, "I know I am wrong."

The foundation-building disciple left expressionlessly, but sent a message to Fang Ping:

"You should be the disciple that Senior Sister Luo Yun has chosen. Senior Sister Luo Yun and Senior Brother Ye Chang fell into the trap of Tiansha Sect outside Hongshan Market.

Several foundation-building brothers from the Law Enforcement Hall went to support them, but they have not returned yet, and I don't know what the result is."

Fang Ping's face changed drastically.

He saw Luo Yun and Ye Chang leave on the flying boat, and several sword lights flew out of the Law Enforcement Hall and rushed out of Qiyun Sect.

But he didn't expect these two things to be connected together.

Outside the market, Tiansha Sect.

Could it be that fog-hidden grass?

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