I just want to quietly cultivate a fairy [travel]

Hey!

Tu Chengjiu is about to be revived from anger!

Feng Yuanjiu lowered his eyes and looked at the fox master at the entrance of the Tiange. After a while, he got up and bowed to the fox master, calling out: "Father."

The fox master nodded, and after receiving Feng Yuanjiu's gift, he stared at all the monsters with a pair of fox eyes: "If anyone has any objections to Yuan Jiu's sitting position, you might as well come down and ask this king to exercise his muscles and bones."

Well!This old fox is crazy!

Jiaozhu GUI Haizheng laughed and said with a smile: "This Tianji Pavilion Dharma Conference was originally initiated by Taiqing, and it is only natural that Taiqing should be at the beginning and end."

Eagle Lord raised his eyebrows sharply, and said with a sneer, "It's a pity that there are hundreds of millions of descendants of the Fox tribe who were killed by Taiqing disciples. If I remember correctly, the good grandson of the third elder was killed by that Taiqing Qin Changsheng." Beheaded, right?"

On the seat of the Fox Department.

A benevolent old man hurriedly said: "There is a grievance and a debtor. Qin Changsheng beheaded my grandson and grandson. The little old man will go to Qin Changsheng to settle the matter. I won't bother the lord to worry about the little old man."

Another female vixen with a flirtatious look smiled coquettishly: "The third elder is right. The peace and war between our fox tribe and Taiqing are all my fox tribe's business. It's up to the fox master of my fox tribe to decide, so don't worry about it." The Eagle Lord is worried!"

The remaining five also agreed one after another, both in and out of the words, all the affairs of my fox department are decided by the fox master, so the eagle master doesn't have to worry about salty carrots.

The Eagle Master's face was gloomy, and a pair of feathered wings seemed to be protruding from his body.

The fox master Tu Guanyu chuckled, looked at the eagle master lightly waving his folding fan, blowing out a gust of wind and blowing away the power accumulated by the eagle master: "If the eagle master wants to be skilled, where can I go to the stage with you to spend some time?"

What a joke!Who wants to fight you, an old fox!

The Eagle Lord stared at the Fox Lord gloomily for a while, then gritted his back teeth and said, "No need. I'm also a member of the Demon Tribe, and I have no intention of competing with the Fox Lord."

Fox Lord Tu Guanyu gave another chuckle, the laughter was rich and romantic, but it seemed to be full of sarcasm: "Since this is the case, I will assume that you have no objection to Yuan Jiu being the first."

Jiaozhu caressed the white jade-like horns on the armrest of the throne, and laughed: "Naturally!"

The fox leader Tu Guanyu hummed softly, walked to the first seat on Taiqing's right hand side, and sat down on the head of the fox department.

The discordant voices of the Lingmen and the Demon Division were all suppressed, the Confucianism School obviously had no intention of fighting, and the cultivation families were mostly attached to the major sects, and it was too late to protect themselves, so they would not jump out casually.

All the Sanxiu saints who have the ability to attend the Tiange are all people who are dedicated to asking questions, and naturally they have no intention of arguing about the matter.

Feng Yuanjiu turned his eyes around the Xuanmen seats, and finally landed on the masters of the Zixiao Sword Sect, and said slowly: "Do you want to ask for advice?"

The head of the Yuxu Sect is Yikun Dao.

Hearing the words, the plum blossom branches trembled between his fingers, his eyes closed and his mouth closed tightly.

The expressions of the five sword masters of the Zixiao Sword Sect all changed slightly, and Peng Bo's sword intent was about to move.

Uncle Tianhua, who was sitting next to the head of the Zixiao Sword Sect, even came out of Qingfeng three feet straight, and said in a cold voice: "I'm not good at skills, please teach me, head Feng."

Good guy, this is a narrow road to Yuanjia!

Feng Yuanjiu stared at Taishu Tianhua with ice-cold eyes, and said unhurriedly: "If Daoist Daoist brother wants to be skilled, if he leaves this heavenly pavilion, the poor Taoist will accompany him at any time, but not in this heavenly pavilion."

The implication is that your mere eldest son is not worthy to ask me for advice on the Tiange.

Grand Uncle Tianhua's expression turned cold, the long sword was about to come out.

Feng Feibai, head of the Zixiao Sword Sect, raised his hand and lightly pressed Taishu Tianhua's arm, and said in a cold voice, "Master Feng, can I ask you for advice?"

Feng Yuanjiu nodded.

Get up, walk towards the martial arts platform: "Master Feng, please."

Feng Feibai lifted the Zixiao sword upside down, stepped onto the martial arts stage, and pointed the sword at Feng Yuanjiu: "Master Feng, please."

Feng Yuanjiu smiled lightly, and as he thought about it, the tortoise shell on his little finger turned into a robe filled with five-colored clouds and mist, and the purple-gold seal of sealing the sky appeared in his palm: "It's also a cultivator of the Taoist sect, so poor Taoists don't take it." The spirit beast under the seat has bullied the head."

Feng Feibai sneered.

Squeezing the tactic and pointing, the Zixiao sword in the palm stabs Feng Yuanjiu with a thunderous thunder.

"Taixuan Shocking Thunder Sword Sutra", the master of killing!

Feng Yuan's nine-pointed figure surrounded Feng Feibai in the middle of his mind, and a body shape kneading formula used the technique of star shifting to roll Feng Feibai's shocking sword back towards Feng Feibai.

At the same time, Liu Dao's figure formed a trap formation, trapping Feng Feibai in the middle of the martial arts stage.

There was another figure holding the qin and stroking the music to stabilize Feng Feibai's figure.

Feng Yuanjiu looked at the terrified Feng Feibai, sneered, and tapped the purple gold seal of heaven in his palm with his fingertips.

In an instant.

The Zijin Fengtian Seal turned into a miniature mountain and river with a radius of half a zhang and a height of zhang zhang, floating towards the center of the martial arts platform, covering the top of Feng Feibai's head.

All the monks here have watched the ceremony at the Tianren Hall, and they know the origin of the purple gold seal of heaven all too clearly.

If the porcelain is smashed this time, Feng Feibai will be turned into a pulp!

I really didn't expect that the head of the Zixiao Sword Sect, famous in Kyushu for its shocking sword, would not be the enemy of Fengyuan Jiuyi, this is too outrageous!

It's too scary!

Even Feng Feibai is like this, if it were them...

None of the monks here dared to think carefully, and when they thought about it carefully, they felt pain as if their flesh and bones had been crushed.

Feng Yuanjiu was on the stage, seeing the expressions of all the monks in his eyes, he couldn't help chuckling, and turned his gaze to Grand Uncle Tianhua, holding the Lingling Sword in his palm, and beheading Feng Feibai with the sword!

Uncle Tianhua got up quickly and was about to rush to the martial arts stage, but was sent back to his seat lightly by Pavilion Master Hu of Tianji Pavilion: "There is no life or death on the martial arts stage, and others must not interfere."

Kang Xuanyi looked at the slightly embarrassed Taishu Tianhua, and smiled lightly: "If the Taishu Junior Brother is eager for skills, why don't you ask Pavilion Master Hu to set up another martial arts stage, and I will accompany you to perform a few tricks."

It's not that he wants to destroy his own prestige, but Taishu Tianhua knows his own affairs - he, fight, no, Guo, Kang, Xuan, one!Even if he combines the three classics into one, yes, fight, no, pass!

Uncle Tianhua sat upright with a livid face: "I won't bother Senior Brother Kang."

Kang Xuan clicked his tongue lightly, as if he was rather regretful.

Uncle Tianhua didn't care about Kang Xuanyi's provocation, his eyes stared at the center of the martial arts stage, his eyes were tearing apart: "Feng Yuanjiu, how dare you!"

on stage.

Feng Yuanjiu held Feng Feibai's true spirit and turned around, watching Taishu Tianhua put together his palms to turn Feng Feibai's true spirit into nothingness, and said in a neutral way: "In the past, the sword on Sunset Lake was shocking, but today I can't see you again." you."

The three-foot green peak behind Taishu Tianhua buzzed: "Feng, Yuan, Jiu!"

Feng Yuanjiu moved to attract a pool of clear water, washed his hands slowly, and said in a manly voice: "The pindao family teacher greets all the masters of the Zixiao Sword Sect. If you want to seek revenge for the head of Feng, the pindao will accompany you at any time."

Uncle Tianhua pointed at Feng Yuanjiu with his sword: "It's too much to bully people!"

Feng Yuanjiu strolled down the martial arts platform, and said calmly, "It's not as far as the Zixiao Sword Sect! But..."

Feng Yuanjiu stopped on the jade steps, looked down at Taishu Tianhua, and said indifferently, "Pin Dao kindly advises Taishu and Daoist friends, if there is no filth in your Zixiao Sword Sect, you should succeed Zixiao now." The Sword Sect is in charge, fellow Daoists, don’t fall into the leaderless situation of the Zixiao Sword Sect because of your impulsiveness."

Uncle Tianhua held the three-foot Qingfeng in his hands, clenching his molars loudly.

On the seat of the Zixiao Sword Sect, the Sword Envoy Qing Ming raised his hand and grabbed Taishu Tianhua to the seat where Feng Feibai had been before, and said coldly: "Thank you, Sect Master Feng, for being considerate for our faction. Today's feelings, I love you!" The Zixiao Sword Sect has recorded it."

Feng Yuanjiu smiled lightly: "It's best to write it down, so that I won't waste my words when I talk about the past with fellow Taoists in the future."

On the seat of the Zixiao Sword Sect, there were bursts of sword sounds.

Feng Yuanjiu didn't care at all, Shi Shiran stepped up the jade steps, took a seat on the first seat, and looked down at the monks.

This feud has grown!

All monks think so.

Fortunately, the cliff reined in!

Fang wanted to challenge Feng Yuanjiu, and he was so lucky to be in charge of the faction that was fighting for the right to speak.

This danger stands happily!This sword cuts well!

The Supreme Masters of the Taiqing, Kang Xuanyi, Lord Fox, and even Lord Ling Xiao all sighed in this way!

Master Hu of Tianji Pavilion had a panoramic view of the expressions of the monks present, pointed at the empty martial arts stage, and asked slowly: "Does anyone have any objections?"

Of course not!

Talking about that ferocious Nether Lie Kun dog, even Feng Yuanjiu's ruthlessness that killed him with one blow and directly obliterated the true spirit, is enough to make them cautious.

Pavilion Master Hu of the Tianji Pavilion rambled: "Since you have no objections, I invite the head of Taiqingfeng to preside over the Dharma meeting to discuss the matter of cutting down the sky lock."

Pavilion Master Hu paused slightly, and nodded towards Feng Yuanjiu: "Master Feng, please."

Feng Yuanjiu nodded, stroking his tail finger and said slowly: "I'm not in a hurry to talk about business, first please ask Lord Ling Xiao to give you a big gift."

The bear lord hahaha eccentrically: "It's strange, Taiqing presides over the dharma meeting, but first asks Lord Lingxiao to give a gift..."

"Any opinion?" The fox master folded the fan, tapped the fan bone on his palm, and said slowly, "Hold on."

The bear master immediately turned into a pig-skinned face, but he really didn't dare to say another word.

Lord Ling Xiao sneered, and with a flick of his sleeves, the monks who had been bound into rice dumplings by the chains of the devil rolled to the center of the hall like a gourd, forming a mountain of people in an instant.

In the mountains of people, there are Xuan, Confucian, spiritual, and demon monks in the "Zongzi", and there are even blood relatives of the monks present.

The head of the Yuxu faction flicked his whisk, rolled out a Yikun Tao from the mountain of people, and asked with a cold face: "Lord Ling Xiao, what is the meaning of this?"

Lord Ling Xiao sneered.

He didn't answer the words of the head of the Yuxu sect, just acted in a daze, slapped his forehead, and released another monk: "I almost forgot, there is another one."

Lord Ling Xiao finally released this monk, wearing a crown and holding an ancient scroll, with gentle eyes and no chains of demon heads on his body.

As soon as the monk appeared, Yan Xiuyuan stood up and called out, "Uncle!"

The excitement is beyond words.

Feng Yuanjiu raised his eyebrows unexpectedly.

He knew that the Confucian monk who was rescued by the patriarch earlier was considered to be a decent monk, but he didn't expect that this was actually Yan Ziliang, the younger brother of the master of the Zhengqi sect!

Yan Ziliang turned his head and nodded towards Yan Xiuyuan: "Xiuyuan."

Lord Ling Xiao said in a manly voice: "Zi Liang is the most holy, and don't be too busy reminiscing about the old days. The monks in this hall are still waiting to hear your story."

Yan Ziliang nodded, and said slowly: "Lord Ling Xiao, don't worry, Xiaosheng will start talking now."

All the monks in the temple: "???"

Feng Yuanjiu glanced across the hall and said hello, pointing to the "mountain of people" piled up by Lord Ling Xiao, and said unhurriedly: "The story in this story has been experienced by the most holy Ziliang, and he will tell you all about it." It is most suitable for You Dao to come. When Ziliang Zhisheng finishes his speech, Pin Dao will have something to say."

After finishing speaking, Feng Yuanjiu slightly nodded at Yan Ziliang: "Zi Liang is holy, please."