"Mr. Ye, why are you still stunned, let's go!"

Ye Xianglun and the others, who were at a loss, were called by Miss Jiang, so they had to follow everyone back to their respective camps in a daze.

After climbing over the hill and returning to the camping place, Ye Xianglun was curious when he saw the busy appearance of everyone on the island.

After a period of time, Ye Xianglun saw that everyone was standing on the bank of the river, either holding paper rolls or carrying things, so he finally grabbed Jiang Liuliu and asked the reason.

"Do you really don't know or don't know?" Hearing Ye Xianglun's inquiry, Jiang Liuliu's eyes widened in disbelief, "Everyone is giving gifts! The fairy island space is only opened once a year, and the sect masters of all walks of life only have this opportunity every year, and if you are fortunate to meet with Nanjiang Medical Immortals, of course you should be active!"

"Immortal Island Space, queue up to give gifts?" Although Ye Xianglun had heard that he wanted to meet Nanjiang Medical Immortal to prepare a gift in advance, he was still a little unbelievable when he saw such a big battle.

"You don't have a gift, right? The gift is a medical fee, and if you get the gift favored by Nanjiang Medical Immortal, you will have the opportunity to get his special care!" Seeing Ye Xianglun's blank appearance, Jiang Liuliu said in surprise.

"Gifts, yes, yes! What do I mean when I see the paper scroll in their hands?" Ye Xianglun hurriedly took out the broken sword from his body that was at the broken bridge of the cliff and from the leader of the Long Sword Gate, he felt that this should be regarded as a gift.

"The paper scroll is a prayer post, and generally everyone writes their names and gifts on it, and only if there are enough attractive gifts, they will get a separate meeting with Nanjiang Medical Immortals!

"Write, write! I'll write!" is a major event related to the second half of Ye Chen's life, Ye Xianglun is naturally very concerned, took out a pen and paper from his baggage, and quickly wrote, Miss Mu, who was paying close attention, found that Ye Xianglun, who had always been calm, didn't know whether it was because of excitement or nervousness at this time, and the hand that was handling the pen and writing actually trembled slightly.

"———— Toot

A horn sounded, a group of cargo ships was close to the river, and everyone on the island saw this, swarming towards the direction where the cargo ships docked.

"Sir, I'm the first to be here, and this is my prayer!"

"I'm the first to land on the island, you all lean back!"

“......”

After Ye Xianglun saw the cargo ship approaching, all the sect masters were competing for me, and he had to stand at the back of the team obediently.

"Don't squeeze everyone, come one by one, and you won't be missing, squeeze a birdball!" put down a small boat from the side of the cargo ship, and after a person took a small boat along the ladder to land on the island, the scene on the island instantly looked like a ticket seller for the Spring Festival.

After taking back the prayer posts one by one, Ye Xianglun noticed that everyone had obviously put effort into the worship posts, some of the worship posts were directly slipped with gold wire, and some of the worship posts were made of special materials, and their own worship posts were a piece of rice paper.

Should it be because of the roughness of the worship post, Nanjiang Medical Immortal took the initiative to take the initiative, seeing that every detail of others had been carefully prepared, Ye Xianglun began to prepare for his own hastiness, and became a little uneasy, after all, this is a major event related to the second half of Ye Chen's life.

"I hope the leader of the Long Sword Sect didn't deceive me, otherwise Ye would have to spend some more troubles!" After handing over the prayer post, Ye Xianglun began to pray in his heart.

"Is there anyone else to pray, and if not, I'm going to board the boat!" the man called twice in succession, and when there was no answer, he set foot on the boat.

"Wait a minute, we still have a big gift to be presented!"

But at this time, a call came from a distance on Jiang Tao's face, and everyone looked for it, and saw that more than ten pianists flew in the sky east of the river. Judging from the things that the violinists step on, these violinists are all three-star luthiers.

"When did Dashu have so many more three-star violinists?"

"Could it be that all the sect masters of Northern Shu are here?"

All the violinists on the island were surprised to see such a battle.

"Hurry up, hurry up, if you don't hurry, you will miss the delivery time!" In an instant, the violinists had already landed on the island, and the man waved his big hand to the violinists.

"I'm in a hurry, don't blame, don't blame!"

Among the violinists, a young luthier with a magnificent instrument took the lead in presenting the prayer note to the man. After Ye Xianglun heard the man's voice, he was secretly taken aback, it turned out that this young man was Murong Gongzi.

"Do you individuals have this only one post?" the man asked, shaking the plain post, a little unconvinced.

"One is enough, it's bothering the boatman!" Murong Gongzi bowed politely.

"That's the best, then I'm going to board the ship!" the man waved at everyone, packed up a large stack of prayer notes, and sailed in a small boat towards the cargo ship.

Seeing that Murong Gongzi's prayer post was also a piece of rice paper, Ye Xianglun's heart was a little more settled.

"Mr. Wang, there are a lot of good words!" Seeing the boat heading towards the cargo ship, all the sect masters on the island rushed to the boat and thanked them in unison.

After the boat boarded the boat, with the sound of a horn, the cargo ship continued to move forward, and when the cargo ship sailed to the center of the river not far away, the whole island actually let out a slight tremor. Immediately afterwards, there was a shocking rumbling sound, and a large crack cracked out of thin air in the space close to the river.

"This, what's going on?" Ye Xianglun and the others, who had never seen this situation, were shocked by the situation in front of them.

"This is the Immortal Island Space, and the Nanjiang Medical Immortal lives in this space!" Jiang Liuliu was afraid of being said, so he hurriedly explained in a low voice.

After the space crack was ten zhang wide, the cargo ship disappeared along the crack and disappeared on the river surface out of thin air, and then, the space crack was locked, Ye Xianglun saw along the crack before the space crack was locked, there were flowers and birds, rockeries, small pavilions and buildings and other scenery in the space, and his brain was buzzing instantly.

No wonder Nanjiang Medical Immortal has such a large row, he actually has the ability to control space? In Ye Xianglun's heart, the identity of the island owner has become more and more mysterious.

With the locking of the space, the people on the island began to regain their calm.

"This prince is very angry, dare to ask Your Excellency?" among the sect masters, a good deed, looked at Murong Gongzi and the others, and asked politely.

"My son-in-law's name is also worthy of you to ask?" The person who spoke, Ye Xianglun vaguely remembered, it should be the voice of Yan Lao Liu that he heard when he was absorbing the power of music notes in the valley.

"Eh~ Ququ is the common name, don't mention it, everyone gathers on Xiandao together, it is also fate, how can the big brother of the banquet be so rude?"

"Phew! what a bullshit, when you come to the island, no matter how big your identity is, it's a fart!" the grumpy Xue Cripple couldn't listen to it at first, and scolded.

When Yan Lao Liu heard this, he was obviously angry, but fortunately he was stopped by Murong Gongzi in time.

"Now that we are on the island, everyone must be united and meet the Nanjiang Medical Immortals, which is our first priority!"

"Your Excellency has all your skills, I think the disciples of Sect Master Wu are inseparable from them!" Tie Lao in the crowd also interjected.

"That's right, the two disciples of Sect Master Wu should be confidants, and we all have to avenge Sect Master Wu!" The middle-aged man who had presided over justice before followed him.

"That's right, we have been friends for decades, but we can't just watch Sect Master Wu being bullied by outsiders!" After hearing the middle-aged man's words, the emotions of everyone on the island were instantly mobilized.

Ye Xianglun saw that Murong Gongzi and the others were still talking and laughing freely, obviously not knowing what the other party was talking about.

"This son, his bearing is extraordinary, I don't look like a person who does things like stealing chickens and touching dogs, so many three-star violinists can obey orders, this son's cultivation must be very high, my empty son has always been good at making friends with masters, it is better for me to communicate with this son first!"

"Buzz ————".

The sword mound opened, and a wooden sword suddenly rose into the air, and then turned into a turquoise light that flashed in the air, and after a long time, everyone felt a strong wind sweep through.

"Three-star sword master, the land of Nanshu, there are really many talents!" After feeling the wind of the wooden sword, Murong Gongzi, who had never raised his eyes, looked at the empty son on the wooden sedan chair.