Don’t get me wrong, immortals are all simple and unpretentious!

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!!!"

Teacher Jianbin’s roar was performed vividly by Fentian!

The Holy Lord's Order can only be passed on to him, the Holy Son.

How could it be passed on to an outsider, "What's wrong with you talking about Master?"

Facing Fentian's questioning gaze, Wenren Qianyue was about to explain.

Li Wudao waved his hand to stop him.

He casually pulled out a big man with a full beard from the space.

It’s better to let the Red Flame Saint Lord explain this troublesome matter himself.

Can I still make a breakthrough...

The Red Flame Saint Lord was about to curse, but when he saw the calm face of the Immortal Changsheng, he instantly retracted his anger.

"My lord, please summon me. What do you want me to do for you?"

That humble tone, that cautious expression.

Where is the dignity of the Holy Lord?

Fentian and Fenmiecang felt chills under their feet as they watched.

"It's okay. Sorry to have disturbed your practice."

Li Wudao shrugged, feeling a little apologetic.

"Clap clap clap!"

Upon hearing this, the Red Flame Saint was shocked and slapped his own fiery red face.

"My lord, you are slapping me in the face by saying this. If you have any instructions, just tell me!"

Then he turned his gaze and his big eyeballs rolled.

Pointing at Fenmiecang and Fentian, he cursed:

"I understand now. Is it you two idiots who have displeased the Immortal?"

After saying that, he raised his hand and swung out two flaming swords without saying anything.

It was miserable for Fentian and Fenmiecang. The fireworks made by the Fire Phoenix burned them and turned them into ashes in an instant.

With two big bald heads, his face was full of disbelief.

"Still in a daze, kowtow to the immortal and apologize!"

It seemed that the Red Flame Saint Lord was still not satisfied. He shook his body and kicked each of the two men on the buttocks.

The two of them knelt on the ground in a daze.

Can anyone explain what happened?

"Holy Lord, we need an explanation..."

After all, he and the Red Flame Saint Lord are fellow disciples, so Fenmie Cang gritted his teeth and said this.

It would have been better if he hadn't asked, because this question directly pierced the Red Flame Saint's lungs!

"Fuck you! You're still asking! Explain, this is the explanation!!"

I saw the Holy Lord of Red Flame riding on Fenmie Cang, and his sandbag-sized fists were as free as a penny.

Bang Bang called up.

Fentian on the side was trembling, although the master had a bad temper.

But it has never been like today, it is totally unreasonable...

It is up to Master Li to mediate the fight. Li Wudao also thinks that the old man has gone too far.

He wasn't going to start a war to accuse anyone, he just wanted to explain things in the simplest way.

Wow, the way Saint Red Flame explained it is too simple.

If you don’t understand, just beat me!

"Hey, hey, Red Flame Saint Lord, calm down, calm down, it's not what you think."

It would have been better if I hadn't tried to persuade him to stop fighting. After I did, the Red Flame Saint fought even harder.

“You bastard, Fenmie Cang, who the hell do you think you are? How dare an immortal speak for you? I’m going to beat you to death today!!”

"Boom!"

"Bang Bang Bang!"

"Brother, if you hit me again... I will fight back..."

Fenmie Cang also became furious. He said that it was unacceptable to bully others like this.

Even if you are the Holy Lord, you have to be reasonable!

"You are rebelling, Fenmie Cang, just try to fight back!"

"Try or die!"

Before the problem was explained clearly, the Holy Lord and Elder Tianming started fighting.

There was a raging fire over the Red Flame Holy Land and the fighting was difficult to resolve.

Li Wudao rubbed his temple, feeling that this was a hasty move.

Something that could be explained in a sentence or two has become like this.

Isn't this just a waste of time?

"Your name is Fentian, right? Stand up and talk."

Looking down at Fentian, who was full of confusion, Li Wudao tried to make his tone gentler.

Afraid of scaring the children.

"It's what the immortal ordered. It's fine for me to kneel down..."

Fentian finally realized the situation.

Now, no matter how I look at it, the goddess in my heart is supporting this young man, how I look at it, it seems appropriate.

How can a toad like you eat swan meat?

Isn’t it nice to be single?

"Don't be afraid, get up."

The immortal held out his hand to him.

Seeing this, Fentian rubbed his hands on the gorgeous clothes.

When he felt that all the dust was gone, he took the immortal's hand and tried to stand up.

I secretly admired it in my heart.

The immortal's hands are so soft, so delicate and boneless...

Pulling up Fentian, the immortal put his soft and boneless hand behind his back.

Why are these saints so strong?

"Actually..."

Just after saying three words, Fentian showed a state of enlightenment.

"There is no need to say more, Immortal, Fentian understands!"

Li Wudao was stunned. "Do you understand what I mean?"

"I understand! I understand very well!"

"Then tell me." Li Wudao raised his eyebrows.

"It's...that's..."

Fentian held it in for a long time, scratched his bald head and said: "I just listen to the immortal in everything!"

"Pfft!"

Wenren Qianyue covered her mouth and chuckled. She was aloof unless she couldn’t help it.

Just at this time.

The Red Flame Saint Lord descended from the sky carrying the bruised and battered Fenmie Cang.

Rubbing his hands, he said:

"I wonder if the Immortal is satisfied?"

Li Wudao had a fierce look on his face and would not draw hatred like this.

Did I tell you to do it?

"I don't care about your family affairs. You can just convey the spirit of the meeting."

Red Flame Saint: “…”

In the end, the meeting was chaired by Li Wudao.

Apart from saying "fuck" over and over again, the Red Flame Saint Lord really couldn't explain himself clearly.

In a harmonious society, everyone is equal...

Everyone was stunned as they listened to what was going on, as if they were listening to a foreign language.

Throw the Holy Lord Order to the stunned Fentian.

Li Wudao smiled faintly, "From today on, you will be in charge of the Red Flame Holy Land. Have you remembered the concepts of the meeting?"

Fentian nodded woodenly, "Does that mean we can't just beat them up anymore?"

"Would you be happy if you were beaten up for no reason?"

Li Wudao just asked back and then bent his arms.

Wenren Qianyue grabbed him tacitly and flew into the sky.

Only Fentian, who seemed to have realized something, was left.

"Why do you have to do this, sir?"

Above the sky, Wenren Qianyue couldn't help but feel curious.

"Life is a long journey, and we must do something meaningful."

Li Wudao looked into the distance and smiled indifferently.

"Next stop, the Holy Land of the Sun."

The original intention was to convey the spirit of the meeting, but what interested Li Wudao more now were the nine black tripods.

And his own past.

It's time to solve the mystery of my origin.

"Who of you flies faster?"

Seeing beads of sweat on Qianyue's forehead, Li Wudao directly summoned the divine beast in the space.

A familiar voice came into my mind.

In the Male Gobi space, all the mythical beasts looked up at the sky at the same time.

There was excitement in his eyes.

A not-so-pleasant voice entered Li Wudao's mind:

"Master, can I run faster?"

"also!"

A gray figure appeared in Li Wudao's mind, with a cat's face, a donkey's body, and long ears standing up.

Staring upwards.

"Cat-ass!"

The Northeastern mythical beast actually volunteered.

Li Wudao decided to encourage the donkey.

The next moment, the duo in the meeting rode on a gray donkey, and they felt that their souls could not catch up with their bodies...