Hong Huang: The Opening Guide Hongjun Preaching

Chapter 13 The Futon Controversy! It’s empty!

Nuwa’s enchanting posture, just sat down.

At this time.

Outside the gate of Zixiao Palace, a red fairy cloud flashed quickly.

“Wipe! What?”

Everyone hasn’t reacted yet.

The red cloud had transformed and sat down next to Nuwa.

Hong Yun looked at Nuwa with ambiguous eyes, “Beauty, what’s your name?”

Has this started to strike up a conversation? !

The many cultivators present were all dumbfounded.

dammit!

In such a blink, another futon was missing.

The last futon is left, and it is bound to be won.

The group of cultivators standing at the forefront have already made a run-up posture.

This moment.

An imposing Kunniao pushed aside the crowds and rushed to the last futon in an instant.

The back seems to be a bit bumpy.

But it didn’t affect his speed in the slightest.

And the strength is so great that even many cultivators were incited to fall to the ground.

Until the last futon was taken by Kunniao, everyone recovered.

Seeing the Kunmao that fell to the ground, everyone sighed.

“My mother! How can a lame man run so fast?!”

“Absolutely! Today is really an eye-opener, this strong man is qualified to own this futon!”

“Impressed!”

“Sigh!”

In order to grab the futon, Kunpeng went all the way from the last row of the crowd, with a wound, and showed the momentum to brave the world, finally grabbing the last futon.

It wasn’t until after the butt was next to the futon that he grinned and screamed in hindsight.

The injury on the body, braved the pain of the heart.

“Dammit! The injured labor and management almost lost the futon. When the hearing is over, the labor and management must strip you off!” Kunpeng scolded.

Kunpeng thought that he was a big Luo Jinxian who had been brought to an end by a Taiyi Jinxian.

in a blink.

Each of the 6 futons has its own master.

The noisy voice also dimmed.

I didn’t grab the cultivator for the futon, so I had to give up.

They comforted each other and said: “It’s no problem, it’s just a seat. As long as you concentrate on listening to the speech, it’s the same where you sit.”

“Yes, those who sit in the front row are not necessarily good students, and those in the back row are not necessarily bad students.”

“A seat doesn’t decide much.”

It is a pity that these cultivators do not yet know the great opportunity under the futon.

Otherwise, I would have long been pissed off by my unbelievable one.

Everyone looked for the open space one after another, and sat down one by one.

Time is almost up.

Hongjun A little boy next to Sage got up and closed the door.

suddenly.

“Wait a minute! Keep your hands behind!”

A panicked voice immediately resounded through the Great Hall of the Purple Cloud Palace.

Everyone glanced over.

Immediately afterwards.

Two Daoist wearing ragged Kasaya and dirty faces rushed in.

Obviously, these two are the best cultivators for acting in the prehistoric world—receiving and quasi-promotion.

I don’t know how many years I have been on the road, and the clothes on my body have long been blown into rags by the chaos of the wind.

When the wind blew, the rag strips flew in the wind.

In the void, you can even see the dust shaking off the two Daoists.

Everyone was ashamed.

“Is this also coming to listen to the Tao?”

“Even if someone is robbed on the road, it won’t be so downhearted!”

Everyone whispered.

Some people even laughed directly at the image of these two people.

A cultivator closest to the door said kindly: “Two fellow daoist, there is still space here, please sit down quickly.”

Zhunti waved his hand.

His eyes glanced around.

See the six unique locations in front of Ziyuntai.

His eyes twitched.

With a big mouth open, the sky was crying and crying: “I two come from the West, poor and insecure. I heard that Sage preached today, and the family went bankrupt for thousands of miles. Who knows the hard way, but now there is no one. On the floor, on the floor…”

The lead from the side, knocking on the broken bowl in his hand, beat the beat very cooperatively.

Obviously, these two are deliberately selling miserably.

None of the cultivator present was moved.

In order to be able to listen to Sage’s preaching, it’s like how easy it is for someone on the road.

On the contrary, they all looked funny as if they were watching a clown, looking at each other.

The few people on the futon are even more sitting like loose.

Yuanshi Tianzun’s mighty back did not even turn around.

Daddy is also unmoved.

Tong Tian turned around and listened to a play, twisting his body with interest to follow the other party’s beat.

Nuwa looked even more disgusted.

The cultivator who was sitting next to Zhunti and the lead, glanced sympathetically at the two, and said, “Two big brothers, just sit here. There are so many of us and we have no place.”

A cultivator sitting behind, was soaked in tears by the smell of sweat on the two of them, and said eagerly, “Brother, let’s fight for it again!”

Zhun mention is not reconciled.

With a big mouth, crying again: “Brothers and sisters…”

At this time.

A red cloud covered with a red Taoist robe stood up on the futon.

I don’t know if I don’t want to hear the other party’s crying or singing, or because of sympathy.

In short, Hong Yun stood up.

Daoist, who was facing the image of two beggars at the door, waved his hand.

“Two brothers, I give you the position of Hongyun, you don’t have to knock anymore, let alone sing!”

After finishing speaking, Hong Yun left the futon straight away and headed for the crowd behind.

When Zhun mentions and meets the introduction, the cloud on his face suddenly disappears, and he immediately smiles.

Don’t say anything, sit down first.

The guide stood on the edge of Zhunti, staring straight at Kunpeng on the last futon.

He raised the broken bowl and wooden stick in his hand.

As if saying: Brother, do you want me to knock it again?

Kunpeng was led to stare.

I feel the bird’s feathers all stand up.

Uncomfortable all over.

After turning around, he found countless pairs of eyes, all falling on him.

dammit!

It all depends on what labor and management are doing! Do you know if this is a moral kidnapping!

stop looking!

Don’t look at him!

This was achieved by labor and management, with crippled legs and injuries.

“…”

finally.

Kunpeng took the lead in disarming and surrendering.

The moment he stepped off the futon, he cast a resentful look at the red cloud.

I found an empty seat and sat down angrily.

The dust settled.

Just in the farce where everyone snatched the futon.

In a hidden corner behind Ziyuntai.

Hongjun watched the entire process with a stunned expression.

Turning his head, he looked at Zhou Yuan in disbelief: “Fellow daoist is also a god and man! What happened just now is just like what fellow daoist described!”

Zhou Yuan smiled slightly, “It’s nothing.”

“After watching the play, it’s time for the protagonist to appear on the stage.” Zhou Yuan signaled to Hongjun that he could go on stage.

“Hongjun fellow daoist, don’t forget to agree to the trail.”

On the way to remember, the Dragon Race was bullied, and Zhou Yuan was upset.

After all, it was because of the lack of the dragon clan’s status that they were looked down upon.

Zhou Yuan has made up his mind to calculate Hongjun’s futon.

The 6 radiant purple auras are preset by Heavenly Dao and cannot be changed. Don’t worry about the dragons. As long as they have the strength, they will be sanctified in the future.

But this futon is just a form.

As long as you sit on the futon, the position of the dragon clan, you can instantly ascension.

“Fellow daoist don’t worry, it’s natural!” Hongjun said readily.

Zhou Yuan smiled, but he cursed silently in his heart: dammit! Let labor and management point you to Sage’s preacher.

Isn’t this the rhythm of catching the ducks on the shelves?

do my best!

The next moment.

Zhou Yuan’s expression was mysterious, and he walked up to Ziyun Terrace under Hongjun’s greet.