I Am The Demon Emperor Kunpeng

The first thousand one hundred and thirty-five chapters: Save all beings hard!

Nodded: “Head Ge is polite, you have nothing wrong with Poor Dao. Poor Dao said just now that anyone who wants to perform can be on the stage. Now, it is still said that, who else wants to perform on stage? Don’t be cold!”

But no one responded.

Many disciples of the school looked at the cliffs to the south, studying the rules of the game, how could they have the mind to perform.

“Well, since it’s cold, now let the disciples of the Shushan League give everyone a Sichuan Opera performance, “The Life of Cultivating Immortals.”

Let’s talk about it, a group of Shushan disciples changed into ordinary people’s clothes, brought back baskets, sickles, poles and other props, walked off the stands and entered the arena, each looking for positions to make labor movements, just like a group of villagers working in the fields.

Then, an immortal Taoist leader stood up from the crowd and looked at the working people: “All living beings only know the immediate benefits. Alas, if you want to live forever, the poor Dao can help him.”

No one answered, and they were still farming.

Huang Rong said to Kunpeng: “Brother, why did this Daoist appear suddenly? I feel as if he suddenly emerged from the ground.”

“He originally came out of the underground.” Mei Chaofeng said, “This master probably cultivates the earth penetration technique.”

“Oh, there really is such a spell?”

Kunpeng nodded.

Wu Hua also smiled and said: “You haven’t gotten started yet, so many things have not been touched yet. I saw them today and found them novel. After you know about them, even after practicing, you won’t feel much.”

“Big brother, do you know how to burrow in the ground?”

“Know a little so-so.”

Huang Rong looked admiring, and Wu Hua was also quite useful.

The Taoist chief continued to look for disciples with the potential to cultivate immortality among those farming villagers. He quickly matched one person, or even coaxed and deceived them, and promised the layman’s favorite trick of promotion and wealth. The talent followed the Taoist chief with a contented expression. gone.

The others left the arena, and only the Taoist leader and his disciples remained in the arena.

The Taoist master began to teach his disciples various basic cultivation techniques. The disciple was still very novel at first, but after years, he found that besides being able to fly, fight, eat and sleep, he was still far away from being promoted and making a fortune. So he began to complain, the Taoist leader painstakingly persuaded, and took his disciples to travel around the world, witnessing the suffering and short-lived lives of mortals, and also saw many immortal cultivators, and even some masters who had existed for unknown years.

Finally, the disciple set off, followed his master, and began to pursue immortality.

Naturally, later he slowly realized the Tao, realized the dream of a cultivator, and gained the Tao soaring.

His former master did not want to become a celestial being with his help.

During the entire performance, apart from Kunpeng who watched it with gusto, the other disciples were all watching the rules.

Wu Hua sighed secretly, not knowing Kunpeng, so he reminded Huang Rong: “Rong’er, are you familiar with those rules?”

Huang Rong didn’t lift her head: “Thank you, big brother, Rong’er has seen it a long time ago and remembered it well.”

Wu Hua had no choice but to nod his head: “It’s so good. During the game, you should be careful not to foul, otherwise you will be disqualified.”

Mei Chaofeng looked at Huang Rong and comforted Wu Hua: “Ronger is ice and snow smart and never forgets.” She occasionally looked at the rules, so Wu Hua didn’t remind her.