The next day, noon, three o'clock in the afternoon.

At the foot of Longyan Temple.

A large number of disciples surrounded their sect master elders, and the momentum was mighty.

This is the finale of the sect gathering, and according to convention, as the seniors, they will not appear until the last minute. Longyan Temple poured out the nest, arranged in various places on the mountain road, received distinguished guests, not only a few masters of virtue and wisdom, but also welcomed out of the mountain gate to show the importance of the elders of each faction.

"The tall man over there wearing a dark robe is Mr. Beijiao, the master of the Canghai Sect, and he is accompanied by Tingsong Shangren, the two of them have been close friends for many years, and they usually drink tea and discuss together. "The Lord of Yinshu stood on the cliff, looking high, while introducing the information of the various factions to the Qianjun women.

"What about the brocade-clothed man on the other side?" Ye Qianru asked.

"The Jinhu of the Iron Riding Gate is said to be the most outstanding and talented descendant disciple in the Iron Riding Gate in the past hundred years, and he became an elder before the age of thirty. Although this person is a person who cultivates immortals, he is extremely keen on worldly affairs, and ordinary people will not be like him, a group company that has been listed outside, and he is also a famous tycoon among the various factions with assets of more than one billion yuan! The various sects are not short of money, but there are not many people like him who have a large amount of wealth by themselves! Jin Hu is a bit chivalrous, good at helping others, but he is a little narrow-minded, and he is far less skilled than his own disciples, even if he sends other disciples to ask for help, he rarely shirks it, and his reputation among the small characters Jin Hu is good! However, for those peers whose skills are close to, leveled or surpass him, Jin Hu's attitude is not very friendly!" The Lord of Yinshu Guan is simply familiar with the information of various sects.

"Jealousy is the biggest obstacle on the path of cultivation!" Yun Zhiyu didn't think that this kind of person would have a great future.

Speaking of making money.

Can Jinhu catch up with Lin Dong?

You must know Lin Dong's attitude towards money, he has it but doesn't care about it, he gets it with his hand, waves away, and is completely unconstrained by money.

Lin Dong's attitude. That is the attitude of a true cultivator! As for helping others, it is incomparable, Lin Dong's Sky Knights and Hope Star are dedicated to this kind of thing, and there are so many people who participate in charity activities that there is simply no way!

"It's normal to be so young and not experienced much, and to be a little jealous. On the contrary, this proves that he can see his own strength clearly, and he has not let his skill realm be dizzy! Like the two ancestors of the Wuding Shenlong Immortal Sect, he thinks that he is invincible in the world, so it is called sadness!" Ye Qianru has no interest in Jinhu, what kind of immortal does he only care about making money?

"If he is a young man, then what are you? Becoming an elder at the age of thirty was more than ten years ago, and Jinhu is now in his forties and almost fifty, okay!"

Jin Hu was indeed a young man at the elder level.

Rare young.

But you have to compare with the few people in front of you. That's the difference between heaven and earth. Not to mention Jinhu, he is known as the youngest viewer of the Agarwood View in the past dynasties, and compared with the three of them, he also has an inexplicable inferiority complex.

Yun Zhiyu has known each other since he was a child, and he is a little older, and he can play together, so he can accept it a little.

Qianjun and Ye Qianru are younger than Yun Zhiyu.

More powerful.

I feel like the generation gap has come out all of a sudden.

Fortunately, Qianjun and Ye Qianru shouted to be senior sisters. Then he called his senior sister with the cloud message, but did not call his uncle. Otherwise, it's really ......

Yinshuguan has a dignified appearance, hard practice, profound skills, plus he has taken a lot of panacearies, excellent maintenance, and his appearance still looks like a twenty-eight beauty. Glutinous than the youngest disciple, it doesn't look much bigger. But at her inner age, she still has self-knowledge, and she can't pretend to be a girl, and she sees the younger and stronger Qianjun and Ye Qianru. If you want to say in your heart that there is no envy at all, it is false.

"Senior Sister Yinshu, who is the white-bearded old man over there? Among the group, I feel that his skills are quite solid!" Qianjun paid more attention to the people with higher skills, and among them, there was a white-bearded old man who entered her sight.

"That is the Purple Bamboo Immortal! His original sect has disappeared, several brothers and sisters of the same sect have passed away one after another, or they can't go into hiding, I don't know if they are still alive, he is the only one left in the sect. Because of his concentration on cultivation, coupled with the fact that the senior brother in charge did not inherit the mantle, Zizhu Immortal Weng failed to revive the original Yinzhu Lingfeng Gate, but instead threw himself into the side of an old friend's son in Changhemen as an offering. His seniority is quite high, and we have to call Uncle Shi when we see it. The black-bearded man standing beside him was the third elder of Changhemen, Elder Chili, and the son of Old Man Huang Song, an old friend of Zizhu Immortal. Before the old man Huang Song passed away, he had entrusted the red carp to the Zizhu Immortal Weng to take care of it, but he did not expect that the red carp would take the opportunity to persuade the Zizhu Xian Weng to his own door and become the worship of the Changhe Gate! With the addition of the Zizhu Xian Weng, the original very low-key Changhe Gate has been full of morale and momentum in recent years. If they want to change before, they don't dare to come to the finale, let alone send only a third elder, all of this is because of the Zizhu Immortal!" explained to the Lord of Yinshuguan.

"The old immortal's skills are good. Qianjun nodded.

But.

That's all she had to say.

Compared with the two ancestors of the Wuding Divine Dragon Immortal Sect, whether it is a red robe or a green robe, their skills can be firmly superior to the Zizhu Immortal Weng, not to mention that the treasures on the red robe ancestor and the green robe ancestor are quite powerful. As for this purple bamboo fairy, except for a purple bamboo fishing rod on his back and a big red gourd on his waist, which has a little aura overflowing, everything else is mediocre.

At first, Qianjun thought that this senior was deliberately hiding it, and put away the better treasures in a low-key manner.

How do you know that the Lord of Yinshu Guan introduced it again, saying that the most powerful treasure on the Purple Bamboo Immortal Weng is the Purple Spirit Bamboo Fishing Rod behind him that is soft but not soft, rigid and not broken!

If this fishing rod is the best treasure, then Qianjun really has nothing to praise.

Although Lin Dong rarely takes treasures out to dry.

But all of what he took out was superb.

Qianjun is used to seeing it.

Eye-opening.

For the so-called super spirit treasure of the purple spirit bamboo fishing rod, she was completely indifferent.

On the contrary, Qianjun was more interested in studying several magic weapons on the Yinshu Meditation Lord. The magic weapons on the Yinshu Guan Lord are estimated to have been inherited from ancient times, and they are quite powerful, but it is a pity that she did not fully use the effects of these magic weapons, and some of the uses were not fully exerted.

I hope that this treasure of Senior Sister Yinshu is not seen by Lin Dong, otherwise she will be very dangerous!

Qianjun thought of this.

Secretly funny.

The Yinshu Guan Lord, who has many powerful magic weapons, did not use it himself, and looked at the Zizhu Immortal Weng with envy who only had a gourd and a fishing rod! This kind of behavior made Qianjun really not know what to say! If Senior Sister Yun Zhiyu was like this, she would have explained the truth a long time ago, but the Yinshu Guan Master was not familiar with it before, and after knowing each other for a day, if some words were said directly, the other party's face might not be able to hang up, and the scene would be very embarrassing!

"There are so many people in the back!" Ye Qianru saw that there was a large group of people coming behind her.

There are mostly monks and Taoists inside.

There are also nuns.

There is also Li Mochou's Taoist aunt with a whisk on her body or an ancient sword on her waist.

When several nuns in brown monk's robes bowed their heads and folded their heads, she pointed to a younger nun and enthusiastically introduced: "Look at those few, the bhikshunis of Baoyin Temple, the leader is the Eight Bitter Masters, next to them are the Eight Sect Masters, and the other three should be the disciples of the two of them!"

"The skills of these two are good!" Ye Qianru stared intently, and was surprised to find that the skills of the two old nuns were not under the Zizhu Immortal.

"Although Buddhism is not very quiet now, and all monasteries charge entrance fees and engage in income generation, which makes a miasma, a small number of bhikshunis also have good cultivation, such as Baoyin Monastery is one of them. I know both the Eight Bitter Masters and the Eight Sect Masters, and I know them a little better, they are really hard-working bhikshunis, and they are completely different from many nuns in the outside world who pretend to deceive and deceive cultivators in the guise for money! Wait for me to introduce you, the Eight Bitter Masters are not good at words, but they are kind-hearted, and they have an incomparably profound and very unique understanding of cultivation!"

Yamashita.

Because of Ye Qianru's gaze, the Eight Bitter Masters and the Eight Sect Masters under the mountain road seemed to feel something.

I looked up and looked up, and then lowered my head and folded my head together as a courtesy, I should have seen the Yinshu Guan Lord on the cliff, otherwise they would not have such an attitude.

The Lord of the Silver Wash was talking about the people under the mountain.

People from the following sects.

They are also being discussed.

Among them, Mr. Kitaku, the master of the Canghai faction, and his friend Tingmatsugami are the most.

"Who is my Dao, it turned out to be the Yinshu of the Agarwood Temple! The two beside her are the hermit disciples who have the huge power that the disciple said can swallow the ancient bell in one bite, right? Obviously they are two chicks, but they want to pretend to be gods and ghosts! They also scared the little characters, deceived the laymen who didn't understand, and really came to us, that little bit of ability, it is not good!" Mr. Beiyu sensed it, and found that the skills of Qianjun and Ye Qianru were not at all afraid, and all kinds of doubts disappeared in an instant, and his confidence was doubled.

"Don't be careless!" Hearing this, Matsushangren smiled and persuaded: "Although their skills are not to be feared, after all, they have two spiritual treasures in their hands. Maybe it's still a good thing inherited from ancient times, and you have to see it clearly and understand it then, otherwise if you make a sudden move, it is very likely to be counterattacked, and the old cat burns your beard before everyone, then the gain outweighs the loss!"

"Don't worry, no matter what spiritual treasure they hold in their hands, it is impossible to surpass the inheritance secret treasure of my Canghai faction!" Mr. Bei Yu was full of confidence, he obtained a powerful secret treasure by chance, and his combat power increased greatly, and he had the intention to show his skills in this sect gathering.

And the two hermit disciples of Qianjun and Ye Qianru, who had defeated his disciples before, were the best targets for him to show himself. (To be continued.) )