Master, love me again!

The martial arts stage was densely packed with people, but it was orderly; flags were fluttering above the sky steps, and the Qinghua bell rang for the third time.

When the bell was about to part, Shen Hanfeng and Zhuo Junchen arrived with swords.There used to be a tall pagoda on the Yanwu stage, but now it was dismantled by the people of Qifeng somehow, and changed into a three-story tower three feet high.When approaching the tower, Shen Hanfeng put away the Fen Shuang Sword, and held Zhuo Junchen with one hand, and the two of them landed steadily on the second floor of the tower.

The octagonal tower is only supported by eight red pillars, and it can be seen from all sides. There are two rows of tables and chairs on the tower, and there are already many people.

Du Heng and Mu Zisu were already seated safely. Besides them, Zhan Baichuan and Rong Ping, his master and apprentice, were also on the tower.Zhuo Junchen didn't know the rest of them, but he could guess that they should be the elder peak masters of the Qinghua Immortal Sect who haven't seen each other all year round.

Seeing them coming, Mu Zisu secretly winked at Zhuo Junchen.The first person to talk to them was not Du Heng, nor Xuan Yun Rongping, who turned his head away when he saw Zhuo Junchen, but a Taoist in white sitting in the first row of seats.The Taoist also had silver hair like Shen Hanfeng, and he was a little surprised when he saw Shen Hanfeng's eyes: "Mr. Shen, your hair..."

Shen Hanfeng arched his hands at him and said, "Uncle Fuyong." But there was no explanation for the changes on his body.

Du Heng chuckled lightly and said, "Isn't it the same as Master Uncle, worrying about his own disciples, that's why even his hair is greying." Du Heng turned his head and saw Mu Zisu winking at Zhuo Junchen behind him, Du Heng snorted coldly He said, "Mu Zisu, do you have cramps in your eyes? How about I take you back to the elixir peak for treatment?"

Mu Zisu honestly started packing quail.

In fact, there was no need for Mu Zisu to remind, Zhuo Junchen also heard it from Du Heng's tone like a gunpowder cartridge.Perhaps it was Master who somehow made Master Du angry, and Master Du saw that everyone has noses that are not noses, and eyes that are not eyes.

Fu Yong was honest and thoughtful, and said to Shen Hanfeng in a considerate manner: "Although it is right to teach apprentices to put their heart into it, nephew Shen shouldn't work too hard." Shen Hanfeng didn't explain any more, just nodded.

But there was a young man beside Fu Yong who said: "This is not only for Senior Brother Shen, but you should also reflect on yourself, Master?" As he said that, the young man put a big cloak on Fu Yong, as if he was afraid of an immortal You seem to be cold.Zhuo Junchen exchanged glances with the man, and was immediately stopped by the sharp aura implied in him.

The man didn't seem to have any malice, but just nodded with Zhuo Junchen.He is not very old, and he is also known as Master Fuyong, and he is probably Jiang Wuxin who Zhan Baichuan mentioned.Zhuo Junchen and Zhan Baichuan looked at each other. Although the two had fought many times, Zhuo Junchen had never felt such a sense of oppression from Zhan Baichuan.

Immortal Fuyong seemed to be caught by someone's pigtail, rubbed his nose and laughed: "Senior nephew Shen, sit down quickly, the master nephew who is the head of the sect will be back soon."

The Qinghua bell is on the top floor of the tower, and the head of the tower rings it himself, and he hasn't come back yet.

Zhuo Junchen sat down with Shen Hanfeng, the first row was for the head masters, and the second row was for their disciples.As for the rest of the real people and real monarchs in Qinghua Xianmen, they were all arranged on the bottom floor of the tower.

Next to Zhuo Junchen was Mu Zisu, on the other side was an empty seat, and on the other side of the empty seat was Jiang Wuxin.Jiang Wuxin whispered something to Immortal Fuyong at this moment.

Immortal Fuyong took a look at Jiang Wuxin, and retorted, "That's a magic dragon, maybe I can only touch this one in my life."

Jiang Wuxin didn't speak any more, but just looked helplessly at Immortal Fuyong.

There were footsteps behind him, Zhuo Junchen turned his head and saw three people coming down the stairs.The people who were sitting in the seats stood up one after another, even Du Heng who was upset, after all, the face of the head had to be given to him.

Si Yun was dressed in a green shirt, and the sect head's regulations were slightly different from those of the other elders. In addition, the unicorn around his waist prevented him from walking, which made him look even more luxurious.Seeing Shen Hanfeng standing next to him, Si Yun asked concerned: "Junior Brother Shen has left the customs? How are your injuries?"

Shen Hanfeng said neither humble nor overbearing: "No problem, thank you for your concern."

Zhuo Junchen glanced at the three of them, and lowered his head when he saw their appearance clearly.After Shen Hanfeng finished answering, he felt a gaze fall on him.

"Is this the child from the Zhuo family?" Si Yun asked.

Zhuo Junchen clasped his hands and said, "Disciple Zhuo Junchen, pay homage to the master." Most immortal cultivators look good, and Si Yun has an immortal demeanor with a gentle expression, which is very easy to make people feel a little kind unconsciously.Zhuo Junchen felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

Si Yun nodded, and asked Zhuo Junchen to come forward, then turned to Mu Yun who was one step behind him and said, "The child brought back by my junior brother, who I haven't seen in more than ten years, has grown so big."

Mu Yun nodded with a cold expression, and reached out to Zhuo Junchen.Zhuo Junchen frowned and tried to escape, but his shoulders were firmly grasped, like a pair of iron claws.

Profound spiritual power poured into Zhuo Junchen's body, Zhuo Junchen's expression changed instantly, and the spiritual power spontaneously mobilized to resist, facing the senior monks of the Nascent Soul Stage, but he had no resistance at all.

Zhuo Junchen's face paled in an instant, Shen Hanfeng put his apprentice's other shoulder on seeing this, and the cool spiritual energy caught up with him, protecting Zhuo Junchen's dantian one step ahead of Muyun.With Shen Hanfeng's help, the pressure on Zhuo Junchen was relieved a lot.

"My master is right here. Brother Mu Yun's way of caring for his nephew is too much." Du Heng said coldly.

The fire and earth spiritual power receded, Mu Yun ignored Du Heng, and said in a nonchalant way: "Both are single spiritual roots, but only have the seventh level of foundation building, so tired, how can I help Shen Junior Brother in the future."

Shen Hanfeng pulled his apprentice back and stood behind him and said, "Thank you, Brother Mu Yun, for your concern. Jun Chen is still young, and he is not yet ready to be a teacher." After a pause, Shen Hanfeng glanced behind Si Yun, and said again , "In terms of talent and hard work, Jun Chen is naturally not as good as Nephew Ling." Si Yun also followed a young man, about 23 or [-] years old, with a gentle and handsome appearance.

Like his master, Ling Yihang always looked gentle and refined. Hearing what Shen Hanfeng said, Ling Yihang said neither humble nor overbearing: "Uncle Shen is too famous." He also glanced at Zhuo Junchen and smiled politely at him .

Zhuo Junchen naturally knew that he, the first disciple of the sect, had the talent of a single fire spirit root, and his cultivation level was originally equal to that of Zhan Baichuan. He heard that he had reached the peak of foundation building a few days ago, and he was only a line away from Jindan.Now it seems that the inner brilliance is more difficult than Jiang Wuxin who is showing his sharpness.

Seeing that the atmosphere was a bit stiff, Du Heng said lazily: "How long do you guys have to stand, shouldn't you see how talented this group of new disciples are?"

Immortal Fuyong smiled and said: "It's right, Master Nephew, if you stand like this, it's hard for the rest of us to sit down."

With the two of them smoothing things over, Si Yun naturally went down the steps.Everyone was seated, and the competition had already begun on the many martial arts platforms under the tower.

"Junior Brother Shen is still a bit late. Look at you, you only have Nephew Zhuo as your apprentice, but you still missed the meeting of the new disciples. This time, I chose a lot of talented children to come back." It was Zhan Feng who spoke. The master of the peak, Zhan Yuanbai, is the one who presides over the recruitment of disciples in Qinghua Xianmen this time.Zhan Baichuan, who was sitting behind him, gave Zhuo Junchen a helpless look. His master was straightforward and didn't want Zhuo Junchen to take it to heart.

Jiang Wuxin smiled and said, "Brother Shen is so busy just as a disciple, how can he find other disciples." Although he was sitting in the same row with Zhuo Junchen and others, after all, he was in the same row as Zhan Yuanbai. Waiting for people is a generation, and it is not out of line to make a joke after a conversation.

Sitting on the edge of the front row was a beautiful woman, wearing a light blue gauze dress, with gentle eyebrows.She heard the words and said with a smile: "So, then why did Junior Brother Jiang stop Martial Uncle Fuyong just now. Just now he clearly fell in love with a young disciple, your master is so busy, why are you not happy to have multiple juniors taking care of you?"

Mu Zisu approached Zhuo Junchen and whispered: "This is the master of Xianshu Peak, Fairy Dingyun, and the person behind her covered in white gauze is the Senior Sister Su who I told you about."

There were quite a few people on the tower, Zhuo Junchen naturally couldn't recognize them all at once, and only then did he notice the pair of female master and apprentice.Behind Fairy Dingyun, the girl covered with a white veil couldn't see her face clearly, but the pair of almond eyes outside the veil and the fairy air between her brows showed that she was a beauty.

It was troublesome, Zhuo Junchen didn't look at it much, and only heard Jiang Wuxin reply: "Master is obsessed with refining weapons now, and he hasn't taught me for more than half a month. How can he have time to teach other disciples?" With a trace of complaint, her helpless appearance provoked Fairy Dingyun to cover her lips and smile delicately.

Immortal Fuyong coughed dryly and said, "Apprentice, you have to understand as a teacher, the flesh and blood of this devil dragon can't be encountered every time. It's hard to be obsessed with being a teacher."

Jiang Wuxin replied: "It would be great if Master could help himself to find a teacher's wife. There is no need for disciples to cultivate and look after Gu Pinjian Peak, but also to see how long Master has not bathed."

Sensing the resentment gushing from his apprentice, Immortal Fuyong touched his nose and said, "Nephew Ling's magic weapon is almost done. Master, go back and take a bath every day. It's done."

Jiang Wuxin got a satisfactory answer, and didn't let Master down again.Du Heng, who only grasped one word, said with a stern look in his eyes: "The magic dragon? According to the meaning of the uncle, the master caught a magic dragon to make a weapon for the nephew Ling?"

When mentioning the magic weapon he made, Fu Yong's eyes lit up: "Yes, I saw the magic dragon protecting the well last time, it was a hundred years ago, I didn't expect to have the opportunity to refine it with the magic dragon myself this time. Magic device."

Du Heng sneered, looking at Si Yun with inexplicable meaning in his eyes.