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While Lin Xiaoyuan was moved, she looked well-behaved, and picked up a white jade plate on the green jade case, on which was a simple and elegant set of jade pots.

She skillfully brewed the spiritual tea for Xuan Sorrow, and then she separated a trace of her mind and looked at the scene around the hall with a little curiosity.

Broken Chou had already looked at this hall, which was divided into two rows, and more than 300 cases were placed, which showed that in addition to the six sects and the first-grade immortal sect, other small and medium-sized sects all had seats.

It's just that I don't know what the order is arranged, if it is said that according to the strength of the sect, the Xuantian Sect, which is not well-known, has no advantage at all, and it is impossible to rank first on the right.

If it is according to the monks who came to participate in the immortal meeting, their own cultivation is ranked, and if they do not reveal their specific realm, it is impossible for the vast immortal sect to rank him first on the right.

As for the order in which the monks entered the island, it was even more nonsense, and he came so late that he didn't know where to go.

So I was a little puzzled, although he was not in the left column, but he was at the head of the right, could it be that someone was operating in the dark and deliberately left a good position for him?

At this time, there were already many monks sitting in the main hall, and there was no one to break the head, and there was a white-robed old Taoist sitting on the first desk on the left opposite.

His black hair was crystal clear, revealing a trace of coldness, and the fairy xia was possessed by his body, and the purple qi was rising.

"It is said that the master of Xuantian Sect, the Tao is through the Xuan, the sword is through the sky, and the realm of cultivation is unfathomable. ”

The one who spoke was the middle-aged Taoist in the fourth seat on the left, with a crown and a broad belt, sleeve clouds, clouds and clouds gathered around his body, and the breeze surrounded his body, which actually gave birth to an ethereal and dusty meaning.

Breaking the sorrow smiled indifferently, picked up the jade cup on the case, took a sip of spiritual tea, and said leisurely: "Although I love to listen to what Daoyou said, it is exaggerated, and I dare not take it seriously." ”

"The people here in the main hall are not monks who have achieved immortal Taoism, and compared with all the Taoist friends, it is really ridiculous and generous to cut off this little bit of Taoism. ”

"What Dao Xuan said is true, and the poor Dao is also unable to see through the cultivation of Dao friends, which shows that the strength is profound, and it is not trivial. It would be too modest to say this at this time. ”

Before Dao Xuan could speak, the black-robed old man in the fifth seat couldn't help but shake his head and smile, looking at the indifferent sorrow on the other side, and said with some meaning.

"What is the strength of the broken friends, I will only know after the battle. If I have the opportunity, I would like to take a look at it, and see if it is as mysterious and terrifying as the rumors say. ”

At this moment, a middle-aged monk sitting in the second seat said in a cold voice, his face was graceful, his black hair was tied up by a purple Dao crown, and he was wearing a purple gold Dao robe, which was printed with Dao Dao Thunder Patterns.

Looking up, Xuan Chou seemed to see a sea of thunder, in which the terrifying Zixiao Heavenly Thunder roared, raging for nine days.

At first glance, the Dao robe on the middle-aged monk's body, regardless of color and style, was very similar to the Thundercloud Dao robe on Duan Chou's body.

"This is, bumping shirts??" Seeing the purple gold robe on the middle-aged monk's body, he suddenly chuckled in his heart, and the word bumper flashed in his mind inexplicably.

It's just that the two are not the same garment after all, and there are still differences in comparison.

Different from the restrained majesty of the thundercloud robe, which is ethereal and dusty, the middle-aged monk's purple gold robe is full of luxury and domineering.

The sword eyebrows were slightly raised, and there was a sharp edge in his broken eyes, looking at the middle-aged monk opposite, he said lightly: "Who is this fellow Daoist?"

"He is from Zixiaoguan, the first seat of Zilei Peak, a jade real person, just such a temper, just get used to it. ”

The water vapor is thick, and a blue light falls and shines, crystal bright, like the heavenly river hanging upside down, closing the nine days of daylight. Before the people arrived, the delicate and pleasant voice had already entered the hall through the Xuanguang.

When the words fell, Jingyue Zhenren led Yu Jingchen to step out of the Xuanguang, without walking on the dust, his clothes fluttered, and he fell straight to the third seat on the left, greeting the real people of the Returning Origin Realm on both sides.

Seeing that on the top ten seats in the front two columns, a group of real people from the Origin Realm were chatting happily, and the monks of the small and medium-sized sects in the back were all envious, and between the left and right conversations, they listened attentively to the movements in front of them, intentionally or unintentionally.

"Jingyue, you are really slow to come, as the head of the Immortal Society, but let a group of us wait in the palace, you do this, is it a way of hospitality?"

The sloppy Taoist, who was sitting in the sixth seat on the left and had been drinking without saying a word, couldn't help but complain when he saw the main lord coming at this time, and said jokingly.

As soon as these words came out, in addition to the white-robed old Dao in the first seat on the left, and the jade Qingzhen people in the second seat, the real people in the Returning Origin Realm around them actually coaxed, laughed and joked, and the scene was extremely lively for a while.

Mirror Moon real people sat down, in front of him, there were a few jade bowls, a few jade plates, the jade bowls were empty, and in the middle of the jade plates, there were blue crystal fruits, each of which exuded aura, and the frost was pervasive, containing a thick water spirit essence.

"Hundred-year-old ice crystal fruit, Jingyue invites all Taoist friends to enjoy it, drunk Taoist people, don't always think about teasing me, your jade elixir, why don't you take it out for you Taoist friends to taste? ”

"Hey, Jingyue, you're really polite. ”

The drunken Taoist chuckled, flipped his right hand, and a white jade gourd suddenly appeared in his hand, and he threw it with his sleeve, and the white jade gourd floated in the air, as if there was a sword qi roaring, revealing a wisp of sharp aura.

Twenty jade elixir syrup is as clear as jade, the aura on it is churning, the clouds are dense, the twenty Jiuquan crosses the sky, there is a spiritual energy sprinkled, many disciples behind the real person take a deep breath, they feel the concentration and calmness, the spiritual power operation, all speed up a point.

On the first seat on the left, the white-robed old man showed a look of surprise: "Six hundred years of jade elixir, a drunken old ghost is like a drunk, this time, it is rare to be generous." ”

When everyone heard this, their eyes were different, but no one spoke.

Taking a sip of jade elixir, the drunken Taoist looked at the sorrow on the other side, and said with a smile: "It's rare to meet new Taoist friends, if I don't show some sincerity, wouldn't it be impossible to say it?"

"Anyway, Jingyue is also my future Taoist companion, I still have to give her face, hehe........ Uh!!"

What was said in front was quite normal, but in the back, the drunken Taoist became more and more disagreeable, just like a drunk who was drunk and talking nonsense, which provoked Jingyue Zhenren's mask frost, and he was ashamed and angry in his heart, and directly rewarded him with an ice spirit Xuanguang.

shattered the ice crystals on his body, and the drunken Taoist immediately picked up the jade gourd tremblingly, and drank several sips of jade elixir.

When the chill on his body subsided, the drunken Taoist said with a wry smile: "Sister Jingyue, why are you so troubled, today today, who doesn't know that you are my woman." ”

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