"Go," the real person glared at the mountain: "Why don't you go!" ”

Yang Jun pointed to the sky: "The people who hold Yunfeng have gone." ”

This valley is located in the southwest of Zhiyun Peak, just on the route from Zhiyun Peak to Jiangyuntai, and as soon as the team of Zhiyun Peak passed, Yang Jun saw his face

Not only holding Cloud Peak, but most of the people from Shenmu Peak will probably pass by.

"Yo, nice eyes!" The real person of Gangshan looked up at the sky.

The three mountains and twelve peaks of Xuantianmen, the clothing system of the disciples of each peak is almost the same, and according to the different levels of cultivation, the accessories and colors are slightly different.

This had to be put in the past, so that Yang Jun could identify more than a dozen colors of the same color that were extremely similar to each other, such as light green, bean green, and lake blue, Yang Jun said that he would choose death.

However, Yang Jun had seen all of them when he was in Ling Chu Mountain, but among so many colors, he was also more impressed by Xuanyin Peak, Xici Peak, Yinge Peak, Zhiyun Peak, and Fu Forget Peak, where Gu Jiuxin was located.

Yin Ge Peak and Zhiyun Peak are particularly profound. As for the reason, I don't want to say it.

Yang Jun did not respond.

The real people of Gangshan nagged: "What's the hurry, what is their identity, what is my identity as a mountain person, want to squeeze with these boys?" ”

That's right, Yang Jun nodded, just like when Ling Chushan tried martial arts, this old ancestor appeared last and was a blockbuster.

Yang Jun couldn't hold back and laughed.

The real person of the mountain turned his head sharply and glared at him.

"Ancestor, what's wrong?" Yang Jun also widened his eyes to cooperate with this action of the real person of Yushan.

But the real person of Gangshan just looked at him from head to toe, and then withdrew his gaze.

"Mountain man, I thought you would run away."

"Run?" Yang Jun grinned, as if he had heard a big joke.

He said, "Am I like the kind of person who escaped? Ancestor, you can't help but look down on people too much. ”

The real person of Gangshan said twice, as if inadvertently, patted him on the shoulder.

Yang Jun is now very resistant to close contact with people. Seeing the oily claws of the real man of the mountain stretched out, his first reaction was to dodge.

It's just that, with his reflexes and speed, it's far from enough to dodge the real people of Gangshan Mountain.

His shoulders only moved back slightly, and Yang Jun suspected that it was less than an inch, and he had already been covered by the flesh of the real person of Gangshan Mountain.

"Yo, the kid is quite bold!"

Yang Jun couldn't hear what the real person of Yushan was talking about.

Did you say that he didn't run away in the middle of the night and laugh inexplicably, or did he try to dodge it?

Therefore, Yang Jun, who didn't understand much, just continued to smile meaninglessly.

It seems that many times when you don't know how to deal with it, a smile can inexplicably give people an unfathomable feeling?

Besides, he had nothing else to say.

Actually, I'm quite timid. At least, he didn't want to die. Yang Jun thought.

Where the shoulder met the palm of the real person of Yushan, a gentle force pressed down, and Yang Jun's shoulder suddenly seemed to be carrying a mountain.

He frowned, straightened his back and didn't move, just raised his eyes to look at the real person of Gangshan Mountain.

The old man in front of him stood against the light, his wrinkled old face was particularly profound, his gray hair danced in the morning breeze, and his eyes and the hazy sky behind him were covered with a layer of gauze paper.

Yang Jun swept his gaze and lowered his eyes.

After a moment, the real person of the mountain put his hand down.

"Refining the body is sixfold, and spiritual cultivation is the first order." He snorted and shook his head.

Although the real person of Gangshan did not say anything "stupid" and "stupid", everything was silent. The action of raising eyebrows and shaking his head is full of contempt for Yang Jun.

Yang Jun pursed his lips and didn't say anything.

What is the level of cultivation, and not being able to fight is the king. Or, you should also pray for your luck and not encounter a hidden boss and be destroyed before you have practiced enough?

Yang Jun laughed self-deprecatingly. After all, luck is an unreliable thing, and the strength that is practiced on your own body is the most reliable!

Seeing that he was smiling strangely, he couldn't help but ask, "What are you laughing at?" ”

Yang Jun smiled lightly and asked, "Ancestor, shouldn't we also set off?" ”

What can attract real people to go to Gangshan must be a big bustle.

Yang Jun looked at the round of red sun jumping out of the clouds on the horizon and thought, today is really a good weather.

The real person of Gangshan snorted coldly and walked away. A gust of wind blew in front of Yang Jun.

Yang Jun sniffed. Well, it's still flavorful.

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When the Qianyuntai was approaching, the real person of the mountain was still talking to him: "After a while, I arrived at the Qianyuntai." You have to watch more and talk less. ”

"Ancestor, I don't have much to say." Yang Jun said helplessly.

I don't know why, this old ancestor still looked impatient when he first went out, and then he turned on the chatter mode and repeatedly told him to talk less.

"That won't work, what if someone talks to you?"

Is it? Yang Jun doesn't believe it, he is not familiar with people, and there are very few people who can speak, who will talk to him?

However, Yang Jun soon found out that he had been slapped in the face.

With Qianyuntai in sight, Yang Jun shook his ears - he could finally get rid of the chatter of the real people in Yushan.

From a distance, you can see the crowd bustling on the Qianyun Terrace, and the disciples dressed in various costumes gathered once, as if they were the same as the last time they came.

However, Yang Jun always felt that something was different.

"What's the difference?" The real person of Yushan didn't care, "Maybe there are more people, right?" ”

That's right.

The last time was after the big competition in Ling Chushan, and the crowd gathered on the Qianyun platform, leading the task and fighting in the ring...... However, after all, this comparison cannot be more than this one.

Thinking of this, Yang Jun finally noticed something different.

Momentum.

The last time I went to Jiangyuntai, it was already sunset. But many disciples on the stage walked around at will, doing everything, and the entire Jiangyun Platform was filled with this vigorous vitality.

Today's Qianyuntai is bathed in the early morning sunshine, but it is shrouded in a layer of twilight up and down.

The disciples of the Twelve Peaks were neatly arranged, but they were confined to a certain range, and they were not allowed to move around at will.

What Yang Jun saw was that the disciples of each peak were dressed in uniform clothes, and the tofu blocks were neatly arranged.

There are three layers in the Qianyuntai, one is wider than the other, and these tens of thousands of disciples are rehearsed on the high platform of the Jiangyuntai in turn.

The most central floor, just in Dianjiang, has the smallest number of disciples standing, about dozens of people, and the clothes on their bodies are the darkest colors.

Yang Jun could see that these should be the group of people with the highest cultivation among the disciples today, and they all have the title of master.

At the second level, there are about 200 people, who are disciples of the junior master level.

The outermost layer has the largest number of people, and they are lined up in a phalanx to stand in the large square on the third floor of Jiangyundae, which looks particularly colorful.

Good looking is good-looking, at least people with obsessive-compulsive disorder will feel very cured, but Yang Jun just feels that he is too quiet and lacks vitality.

The real person of Yushan took Yang Jun and landed directly on the fan-shaped small square on the first floor of His Excellency Dianjiang, and immediately concentrated everyone's attention.

Yang Jun looked at the closed door of the cloud platform.

Under the porch of the door, there stood a row of seven or eight stewards, standing solemnly. It seems that the bigwigs are all in the main hall. No wonder the disciples below are so obedient, they don't even have a head to ear.

"Yo, what are you doing?"

There is no doubt that in this atmosphere, he can still speak without fear, except for the real person of Yushan who does not think about it.

Yang Jun glanced around and felt that the rules of Xuantianmen were actually doing quite well. For example, now, more than a dozen master-level disciples in front of them were all focused on them, but none of them stepped forward to talk.

Of course, no one answered the question of the real person of Yushan.

They looked at the real people of Yushan with surprise, awe, and a little timidity.

When his eyes fell on Yang Jun, most of them had puzzled and incredulous expressions.

Probably, there are still many people who don't know that they are disciples of the real people of Gangshan Mountain!

As a person who had just been promoted to a first-order spiritual cultivator after three years of cultivation, Yang Jun stood tall among a circle of master-level disciples, and his face did not show the slightest timidity.

He looked back at all those eyes that looked at him, and even nodded with a smile on his face.

The attitude is very intimate and natural, and with a little familiarity.

However, there are quite a few people who frown at this.

Whether you know it or not, you can't help but feel a strange feeling.

This young man, who is about sixteen or seventeen years old, actually showed a "kind" smile?

Many people are exchanging glances, and some are looking at each other directly.

Yang Jun looked at these people one by one and found that they had never seen each other. He nodded, and retreated to the side of the real man.

The real person of Gangshan looked at Yang Jun's actions coldly, laughed, and patted him on the shoulder fiercely.

Yang Jun's eyes rolled sideways, looking at this old ancestor helplessly.

The audience was silent, which couldn't help but remind Yang Jun of the scene on the day when Ling Chushan's martial arts test opened. Moreover, he couldn't think of anything funny at all, just for a while.

The real person of Gangshan smiled and said: "Boy, it's good, it's quite good." ”

Yang Jun almost fell off a black line in his head.

The people around me were also surprised.

These high-ranking people among the disciples did not move, but a figure swept down the steps.

"Uncle Shi, please don't be angry."

Yang Jun turned his head and glanced at it, and his eyes couldn't help but widen slightly.

Shen Ke? It turned out to be this Shen but Shen was in charge of the matter, and he came down to parry the real person of Gangshan Mountain. Yang Jun thought, didn't he suffer enough last time at the hands of the real people of Gangshan?

Shen Ke's face was slightly red, a little panicked, and he bent down towards the real person of the mountain.

"Huh?" The real person of Gangshan blinked, "Why should I be angry? ”

Shen couldn't wait to slap his thigh. Don't get angry? That's nice, so don't mess with it, you old guy.

I think so, but Master Shen also knows that this is simply impossible.

The real person of Yushan pretended to probe at Dianjiang Pavilion: "What's going on inside, so mysterious?" ”

The stewards who stood outside the door of the main hall were all silent, and their heads were buried even lower.

What are you afraid of, what a fucking evil door!

At this moment, everyone longed to disappear in place. (To be continued.) )