It is September, and the autumn is high and crisp.
Outside the Boundless Tower, the atmosphere seemed a little hot. Many people were already gearing up, staring at the exit of the Boundless Tower. As soon as Feng Feiyun came out of the Boundless Tower, he would take action.
There were too many old undead-level bosses who came, which made the old man who guarded the tower felt a lot of pressure. He kept wiping his forehead with his sleeve and slowly retreating, fearing that he would be hurt innocent.
The god-king Longchuanfeng, who took the lead, stood under the Baizhang stone monument, with white hair coiled on top of his head, with a golden hair crown, a long beard, a tall figure, boots worth thousands of gold, and a belt made of red gold. The wind is extremely golden robe, the whole body is golden, and the bearing is very extraordinary.
Since you want to accept apprentices, you will naturally make yourself decent, otherwise no apprentice will mess with you.
The king of the gods is already standing there, and other people with ulterior motives naturally retreat one by one, daring not to compete with the king of gods, this is a famous old scumbag, and no one dares to offend him.
Of course, there are also a few immortals who do not buy the account of the God King. These immortals are the tower owners of the older generation of the Vientiane Pagoda, but the ones who are standing at the top.
"Humph! Long Chuanfeng, aren't you practicing "Nine Transformations of Life and Death" in seclusion, running out and messing around, and you are not afraid that a hundred years of hard work will be destroyed in one go?" He is also extremely old, his face is full of ravines, and he is no younger than the king of gods.
He directly called the king by the name of God, and he was obviously a peer of the same generation, and his status was definitely not low.
He held a white beard whisk with a flash of aura, and a jade-colored light flowed on the white robe. The three flower clouds condensed on the top of his head, and the treasure light of the avenue radiated from his back, which looked immortal.
This is the former tower owner of Dao Pagoda, the Dao name is "Fu Chenzi", and he can be ranked in the top five in the Vientiane Pagoda. Moreover, he has a remarkable identity. He is one of the three loose people of Daomen. When he opened the altar and preached, even the headmasters of the major immortals had attended it, and he had an extraordinary appeal in the various Taoist schools of the Shenjin Dynasty.
In the world of immortality, in terms of influence, Fuchenzi is even above the king of gods.
As long as Fu Chenzi said a word, the top immortal gates in Nantai Mansion, such as Tianyi Immortal Gate, Zixiao Cave Mansion, and Dayan Immortal Gate, would not dare to chase Feng Feiyun.
Of course, in the imperial court, the influence of the God King is much stronger than that of Fu Chenzi.
Both of them are at the level of bosses. Although their influence is strong and weak, the so-called strength is actually relatively speaking. Fu Chenzi's influence in the court is also very large, and the influence of the god king in the world of immortality is also at the level of a master.
"Fuchenzi, you didn't go to the cliff of life and death to retreat. You promised to retreat for three hundred years. It's only been less than two hundred years. How come you ran out?" The king raised his brows and let out a giggle.
Fu Chenzi naturally came back after receiving the notice from the tower guard.
People who have reached their level want to find a suitable disciple to inherit the Dao lineage, and teach a genius who can live forever;
"Both of you already have missionary disciples, and you have stepped down from your status as tower masters. Why are you still so greedy, let me give this to me!" A short and thin old man wearing ragged straw shoes had appeared at some unknown time. In front of God King and Fuchenzi, they sat on a broken stone.
The old man was holding a straw hat made of bamboo leaves, a mahogany pole in his hand, and a few leaves on top of his hair. He gently fanned the fan with the straw hat in his hand, like a woodcutter enjoying the shade under a tree.
The old guy showed his yellow teeth and squinted and smiled at the God King and Fu Chenzi, but two of his teeth were actually lost, which was a little leaky.
This old guy didn't know when he appeared there, and everyone didn't find him until he spoke, and everyone saw him.
"Damn, Lan Muqiao, you're not dead yet?" The God King pulled off the gold belt from his waist and was about to slap the old woodcutter with two whips.
The god king once lost a bet to this old woodcutter, and almost lost without a pair of pants, but later found out that he was deceived by the old woodcutter, and when he wanted to settle accounts with him, the old ruffian seemed to be The world has evaporated and disappeared without a trace. This disappearance is two hundred years, and no one is seen.
Now that I finally saw the old woodcutter again, how could the king of gods let him go.
"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerate, Lan Muqiao, still haven't returned my Taoist spiritual tool, the Divine Sky Needle, the old Tao will fight with you today."
Fuchenzi's face was ashen, he rolled up his sleeves and was about to fight.
The old woodcutter took him seriously, and cheated him of a top-notch spiritual tool of the Daomen, the Divine Sky Needle, and promised to return it within three days, but after borrowing it, it disappeared for two hundred years. , It almost turned Fuchenzi's hair white.
This old woodcutter is not an ordinary person, but the tower owner of the Divine Ability Pagoda. Few people know how old he lived, only that he was already the tower owner of the Divine Ability Tower 800 years ago.
It is rumored that he has another identity, that is, the previous generation of the Palace Master of the Divine Spirit Palace.
This identity is enough to frighten a large number of people to death, but I don't know if it is true or not. No one has ever confirmed it, and the old woodcutter has never admitted it.
"You guys... You guys are calm! There are a lot of juniors here, pay attention to your image!" The old woodcutter put the bamboo leaf hat on his head, put the pole on his shoulders, bent over and hunched his back, like a Just like a big mouse, with a bang, the figure disappeared.
Both the God King and Fuchenzi fluttered in the air.
"We are all people of status, and you are too stingy. It's not just a few treasures, just borrowed to play for a few days, I see you are in a hurry." When the old woodcutter appeared again, he was already standing a hundred feet high. On top of the stone tablet, carrying a pole, lying on top of the stone tablet, he said honestly to the bottom: "We are all people with integrity. After three days, we will definitely return it with both hands."
"Nima, another three days!"
"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerate, three days, your sister!"
Neither the god king nor Fu Chenzi could be calm. They were so angry that the old woodcutter was so angry that their bodies were surging. In a blink of an eye, they had already landed on the stone wall, but when they appeared on the stone tablet, the old woodcutter had Has disappeared again.
The younger generation of students below were so shocked that their jaws dropped to the ground. These three are the top figures in the Vientiane Tower, and they are usually respected to the extreme, but the scene in front of them has completely subverted the current situation. image in their minds.
Especially the tower owner of the Divine Ability Tower, this old guy is simply a ruffian, and he doesn't look like a legend at all.
"Little girl, I see that you are surprised by your bones, and you are talented. You are a cultivation genius that is unique among all. Would you like to follow me into the Pagoda of Supernatural Powers, become my successor, and inherit the title of the tower master of my Pagoda in the future?" The woodcutter came out of the back of the little demon at some point, with a sacred expression, quite a bit of a master.
The old woodcutter offended God King and Fu Chenzi a lot, and didn't want to fight with them any more, so as not to be beaten by the group, so he took aim at the little demon.
He blinked, like a strange uncle who kidnapped a little girl, no, blame grandpa.
The little demon held the white cat and stared at this old ruffian who suddenly appeared in surprise. His pink lips moved, and he scratched the ends of his hair with his fingers. He looked very cute.
Apparently it hasn't responded yet.
"Okay, since you agreed, you are now my closed disciple, and tomorrow I will pass on the position of the master of the supernatural power tower to you." The old woodcutter touched his chin and said with a grand expression.
The little demon has a small mouth and can't close it, is this old ruffian talking to himself
"Come with me!" The old woodcutter saw two rays of light flying from the sky, his face changed slightly, he picked up the little demon, carried it on his shoulders, and then broke through the air, dodged a few times, and then disappeared without a trace.
This is the real stealing!
"This old guy!"
When God King and Fuchenzi arrived, the old woodcutter was nowhere to be seen.
Not long after, Feng Feiyun finally walked out of the Infinite Tower exhausted. He had just stepped out, and he had not yet seen which direction the sun was in. There was a gust of wind in his ears, and he secretly groaned. It was too late, and with a thud, his eyes went black and he was knocked to the ground with a stick.
Zhang Ba Dao put away the iron rod as thick as his arm, grinned, carried Feng Feiyun on his shoulders, and sneaked away from the crowd.
Naturally, some people saw it, but they didn't dare to speak. Zhang Ba Dao was the tower owner of the Wu Pagoda. As his name suggests, he was notorious for being domineering, and he was backed by the king of gods. No one dared to talk much at this time.
call out! call out!
Two beams of brilliance flew back from the sky, and the god king and Fu Chenzi went to chase the old woodcutter at the same time, but they still didn't catch half of the shadow.
"Brother Fuchen, leave it now." The **** king glanced slightly at the crowd, and he didn't see any trace of Zhang Ba Dao, he knew that the big thing was done, and there was a subtle arc on the corner of his mouth.
"Brother Long, are you planning to withdraw?" Fu Chenzi was slightly surprised.
"It's just an apprentice, why do you need to compete with me? Isn't that a joke for the juniors? You have to be tolerant!" The king patted Fu Chenzi on the shoulder, and suddenly became a lot more stalwart, with a noble and clean expression. The legacy of the sages lives like an ancient sage who does not compete for fame and fortune.
Fu Chenzi raised his brows. Not only was he not moved, but he felt something was wrong. Living at their age, they are all cunning and cunning people. He knows better than anyone what Longchuanfeng is. Fan Dayi's awe-inspiring words came.
"I wish Brother Fuchen a sage and become a famous teacher in the world of immortality in the future, with a long history. Today, I will leave." The King of God looked desolate, with a bit of loss, and then turned into a golden rainbow and disappeared in the mountains among the mists.
He ran very fast, for fear of being entangled by floating dust.