"Grandma Wuying, I didn't expect you to come too. It really makes my Wandao Sect shine brightly. We didn't notice that you were mixed up in your Baihua Valley team before. We apologize for any inappropriateness." Bai Wufeng chuckled. He said, his words full of respect. After all, this Wuying Granny existed in the Mahayana realm thousands of years ago and is more feared than Xiaofeng.
"It's okay. Originally, I wasn't going to step in, old lady, but seeing how you guys have been attacking each other this month and not having any intention of sitting down to talk about business, I took action. If it's okay, we might as well sit down together and talk about the exchange meeting. "Grandma Wuying didn't have much expression and said lightly.
Hearing Granny Wuying's words, the two old men, black and white, looked at each other. There was now a staircase. It was impossible for them to hold on to the Xuantian Sword Gate. Besides, others were well prepared this time and they couldn't take advantage of it. It's cheap, it's better to look for another opportunity. Thinking of this, Bai Wufeng nodded lightly, "It was just a discussion. Now that the discussion is over, let's continue to sit down. Fortunately, the center of the dojo was not destroyed, otherwise There's not even a place for a conversation, what do you think, Xiaofeng?" At the end of his sentence, Bai Wufeng looked at Xiaofeng and raised his eyebrows.
"Of course I want to sit down and have a good talk. After all, as Granny Wuying said, there has been some chaos everywhere recently. We'd better sit down and talk about business." He has already given the other party the power to show off, and Xiaofeng will naturally not make trouble if his goal is achieved. It's too rigid. Some things are tacitly understood anyway.
The Troll King and Song Chusheng looked a little unhappy. They did not expect that the other companies would have Mahayana masters in charge this time. As a result, their right to speak would be much smaller and they would be in a bad situation. The person with the same ugly face was Master Fu Qing. He did not clean up the Xuantian Sword Sect. He could only swallow his anger and make other plans. Who made today's events turn into such twists and turns.
After a short farce, everyone naturally came to the center of the dojo on the ground. The damaged places around were naturally cleaned up by the disciples of Wandao Sect. At this time, there were a total of six holy places in the seven holy places, except Wuming Temple. The other holy places took their seats according to their respective seats and prepared for a new round of conversation.
Due to the appearance of Wuying Granny, Xiaofeng and the Black and White elders, four more Mahayana realms joined in. Wan Dao Sect naturally did not dare to neglect and quickly added four seats, allowing the four Mahayana realm great masters to sit in the main seat. , but the conversation was still hosted by several other sect leaders, and the four old guys just listened.
Secondly, sitting a little next to them are the elders of various holy places. The ordinary disciples naturally stand behind these elders, while the chief disciples can naturally stand closer to the front. Zhao Jiuge stood next to Jian Wuxin.
At this moment, everyone in the center of the dojo could see clearly. Zhao Jiuge quickly looked at the crowd around him with excitement. I also have some understanding of the origins of these people.
Not only Zhao Jiuge was sizing them up, but some of the chief disciples in other holy places were also sizing up the others. Based on the confidence that his master had told him on the way here, and comparing it with the characters, Zhao Jiuge already had some confidence in his heart.
The people sitting in the middle are naturally the people of Wandao Sect. Apart from the two black and white elders in charge, it is Master Fu Qing. At this time, standing respectfully next to Master Fu Qing is a young man, also wearing a precious purple gold Taoist robe, but There are not as many Dao patterns and Yin Yang Bagua as Master Fu Qing.
His long black hair was tied into a hairpin on his head, his face was rosy, and his eyes were staring at the field constantly. His temperament was leisurely without any sense of urgency, and he always had a faint smile. He was naturally a millionaire. The chief disciple of this generation of Dao Sect is Xu Zhu, who is also the disciple of Master Fu Qing.
Naturally, those closest to the edge of the entire dojo are Yuehua Academy and Taiman Mountain, where no Mahayana monks will be present for this conversation. The leader of Taiman Mountain, the Troll King, has the lowest cultivation level and is in the late Linghai realm. Naturally, he is better than Yuehua. The academy is still on the side.
Next to the Troll King who was wearing a leopard-print animal skin with his chest exposed, stood a young man with a fierce aura. The young man also had long black hair, but it looked messy compared to others, and it was draped casually on his shoulders.
The aura all over his body was like a ferocious spiritual beast in the forest, always on guard, just waiting to deliver a fatal blow to its prey. The young man's eyes were still gleaming fiercely even under the pressure of the infinite power of several Mahayana monks. Looking around, Zhao Jiuge secretly sighed in his heart. He was worthy of Taiman Mountain, which specializes in body training. Just look at his physique and you can tell that his body is better. I am a very good swordsman. When I have time, I really want to compare myself with Jiang Huding, the chief disciple of Taiman Mountain, to see whether my Sanskrit Holy Body is better or their Taiman Mountain body training technique.
Naturally sitting next to Taiman Mountain is Yuehua Academy. Although Song Chucai has not completely broken through to the Daoyuan realm, he has already stepped into this level with one foot, and his strength is naturally not comparable to that of the Troll King.
At this moment, Song Chucai had a depressed look on his face, thinking that if he had known this before, it would be better to call out to a few old guys in the academy who were not born to be cheerful together, and stand next to people who did not have Mahayana realm cultivation to follow him, even though Song Chucai was sitting at this time. Even in the main seat, I felt very uneasy.
Compared to his master Song Chucai, Song Chucai's apprentice Ye Aotian, the chief disciple of Yuehua Academy, seems to have no such scruples. He looks at everyone with a pair of eyes unscrupulously. He really thinks that Yuehua Academy is a great supporter in his heart. No one dared to offend him, especially after seeing Zhao Jiuge standing next to Jian Wuxin. He found out that the chief disciple of Xuantian Sword Sect was so young. He couldn't help but smile contemptuously. Seeing Zhao Jiuge looking at him, Ye Aotian smiled wildly, He raised his right hand and made a gesture of wiping Zhao Jiuge's neck, his words unintelligible.
Then he ignored Zhao Jiuge and stared at a cool and graceful woman in Baihua Valley with burning eyes. Zhao Jiuge showed no expression. Today, he is no longer the young and frivolous person he was back then. At least he has become much calmer. Even when faced with Ye Aotian's provocation, he just smiled indifferently and did not retort with youthful energy.
Next to Yuehua Academy were the three masters and apprentices of Xuankong Temple. Apart from Yuan Yixiu, they only had two young apprentices, one male and one female. Even with such a shabby lineup, Wan Dao Sect still dare not look down upon it. No one in Xuan Kong Guan knows how many people there are in the sect. They only know that there are only a few. The number of disciples accepted by each generation does not exceed the number of five fingers, but the first one is definitely The existence of monsters and heaven-defying monsters, standing between these two seemingly inconspicuous young girls, might be no weaker than these elders in the future!
Xuankong Guan is also low-key. Outsiders speculate that Xuankong Guan has the most Mahayana realms, but it has never been involved in the struggle for interests. The behavior of their holy land is that one person is one faction, and one person represents one world. No matter what he does, he always works alone. Even to this day, the other major holy places have not been able to figure out the details of Xuankong Temple.
The two boys and girls are similar in age, probably around sixteen or seventeen years old. The boy is wearing a Taoist robe similar to Yuan Yixiu. He is thin but has his own aura. He carries a flying sword on his back. He looks simple and can't be seen at first glance. How much prosperity has there been in the outside world.
The girl is wearing a pink one-sleeved one-sleeve skirt, an inner skirt made of silk gauze, and a white shawl on the outside.
Girls all love to be pretty, even this girl who looks like a hibiscus in a bottle is no exception. Her black hair is tied up by an ordinary butterfly-green jade hairpin. The butterfly jade hairpin is obviously an ordinary decoration, not a magic weapon, but look at it She seems to be deeply loved by girls.
Such a girl is equally innocent, with a pair of big eyes looking around curiously, and her eyelashes blinking from time to time. Zhao Jiuge secretly raised his eyebrows. He had heard the master introduce the other chief disciples, but he did not have the confidence of this pair of young girls. It seemed that they were just like him before they appeared in front of the Holy Land.
Counting Zhao Jiuge, only the three of them are the youngest, and the rest of the disciples are already young. Seeing Zhao Jiuge staring at him curiously, the girl in a pink skirt who looked like clear water and hibiscus smiled sweetly at Zhao Jiuge, full of goodwill, probably because she was about the same age as Zhao Jiuge.
Zhao Jiuge was briefly stunned, but he also responded with a smile. Although this girl was not much younger than him, she must have experienced less than him. There are not many such simple girls nowadays. In his heart, maybe Susu is one. The girl full of spiritual energy didn't know if she was okay now.
The two people's eyes briefly crossed each other, and then they continued to look at other people. However, just when Zhao Jiuge looked at others and wondered who this girl and boy were, the girl in the fan group was also curious about who Zhao Jiuge was. who.
"Brother, do you know who the young man who is about the same age as us is? It seems that he should be the chief disciple of Xuantian Sword Sect." The girl in pink skirt asked in a sweet voice. Facing her doting brother, the girl did not show the sweet smile that only outsiders had.
"I don't know. The master has never mentioned it. It must have just appeared recently. However, the master said that the Xuantian Sword Sect's background cannot be underestimated. It is not as simple as it seems. Let us be friends as long as we can. This boy shouldn't be simple either." The young man wearing a one-size-fits-all Taoist robe, with red lips and white teeth, pretended to be mature and said in a mature tone, which made the girl in the pink skirt roll her eyes constantly, completely helpless against this brother.
"Then let's get to know each other in private later. It wouldn't be bad to make friends." For a moment, the girl in pink skirt shouted happily.
The young and mature Taoist boy on the side also rolled his eyes. They are indeed a pair of twin brothers and sisters!
At this time, Zhao Jiuge set his sights on the location closest to Wandao Sect, the Holy Land Baihua Valley.
My breathing suddenly became rapid! Because there stood a figure that haunted him in his dreams.
How many days and nights did he ask himself if he still wanted to see the figure who regarded him as an ant at the beginning? The answer was obviously no.
When this moment came, Zhao Jiuge suddenly felt a sense of retreat, just like the timid feeling of being close to home. His breathing was rapid and his body was trembling slightly. When he looked at that graceful, noble and cold figure, Zhao Jiuge's dark pupils dilated. Some.
Sure enough, it was that familiar figure, still so cold and charming, but compared to last time, his breath was even colder, and what remained unchanged was that his eyes were still indifferent, as cold as ice.
This person is Lin Prajna.
When he first heard the cry of the pink-clad woman in Hanshui Pond, Zhao Jiuge always thought that the woman's name was Prajna. On the way here, the master told him the correct belief, that her name was Lin Prajna.
And today, Zhao Jiuge finally saw Lin again, the figure that he had missed for a long time.