Bell――

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Yang Jun only felt a violent fluctuation rushing towards him, mixed with the slightly cool air in the morning of ascending to the top of the clouds, making his face cold for a moment.

The majestic bell rang through the valley in an instant, and the giant bell was still buzzing.

Yang Jun saw that the layers of sound and waves that connected before and after, wave after wave, rushed into the sky, blowing away the clouds floating on the top of the clouds like foam on the sea, and shook towards the sky.

The bell rang and shook the sky.

The ringing of the morning bell is deafening and deafening, making people's minds clear in an instant.

The disciples in the square all stood solemnly with their backs straight, their eyes glowing with a strange look, confident and proud.

As a disciple of the first sect in Shengzhou, there are countless sages and predecessors who have made great achievements in the door, who is the master of the ups and downs of these thousands of miles?

Who else is me!

Chu Yi's spirit was lifted, and his already upright posture was unconsciously raised a few points.

The thick sound of the bell cleansed the distracting thoughts in my heart, and the quiet gaze became clear and clear at that moment.

Do what you have to do and do what you have to do. I have no regrets!

On the high platform above the thirty-three steps in front of the Shengyun Palace, Heng Yi real person sat in the center.

The Xuantian Sect Sect Master, Lingxu Zhenren, is already a ninth-order real person, and in order to break through the realm and be promoted to Tianzun as soon as possible, he has been in retreat all year round.

After the restructuring was decided four years ago, Lingxu Zhenren had already entered the customs and has not yet been released.

In the past 20 years, every time Lingxu Zhenren retreated, Hengyi Zhenren acted as the sect master and the head of the Seven Dou Mountain.

Therefore, his status is more special among the heads of the thrones.

Heng Yizhen's hair and beard are slightly gray, but his face is ruddy, his eyes are bright, and he is in good spirits.

He twisted his beard under his chin, looked at the group of disciples who were in high spirits, and nodded with satisfaction.

Young people should be so high-spirited!

They represent the future of Xuantianmen!

Layers of sound waves pushed through the mist in the mountains, and the bells echoed in the vast mountains.

Echoes echoed in the distant valleys, seemingly endless.

The ripples of the bell in people's hearts have not subsided for a long time.

Except for the aftermath of the bells, there was silence in all directions.

Time, as if frozen in this moment.

Suddenly, a string of laughter came from afar.

Hahahaha-

The laughter overshadowed the bell and swept away the stratus clouds, like a muffled thunderbolt, piercing the sky and falling on the top of the clouds.

The laughter was so loud that it shook people's ears and eardrums, and everyone couldn't help but look up at the place where the sound came from.

A long rainbow crossed the deep forest behind the Ascending Cloud Palace, and fell straight towards the top of the clouds.

Is this direction coming from the direction of Qianyunding? Yang Jun's eyes widened suddenly.

Qianyunding is a forbidden place!

That Changhong came in an instant, and Yang Jun also saw a gray-black figure on Changhong.

It was a short and slightly chubby old man, no, not slightly fat, and his round belly was like a puffer fish that was puffing out, and I don't know if it will burst one day.

The old man's gray hair was messy, and he didn't comb it properly, and he tied a cloth belt behind his head haphazardly, and strands of hair fell out of his forehead and sideburns.

The shape is a bit of a raunchy hero, but he is dressed in gray-black clothes, stained with ...... I don't know if it's dust or grease, or both, but there is no embroidery on the robe, and I can't see the original appearance for a long time. The placket and cuffs are covered with a thick layer of mud, which looks heavy and hard.

The drooping hair and the upturned white beard on his chin were greasy, and when he moved quickly, they were still as solid as a rock, like a concrete wall filled with steel bars.

This dress is not like a hero, but more like an old flower squatting on the corner of the street.

The disciples on the top of the clouds all had the urge to hold their chin and not let it fall to the ground, and watched with their mouths open and stammered as this sloppy little old man approached the top of the clouds step by step.

At the moment when the laughter appeared, the expressions of the elders and the leaders on the high platform stiffened for a moment.

Suddenly, there was a crisp "click" sound on the high platform.

Yang Jun's eyes flashed, and when he saw the person sitting on the fourth chair on the west side, a burly strong man's face suddenly turned red like pork liver.

Look at the seat, this should be the first seat.

His body collapsed, his back against the back of the chair, his hands firmly on the handles of the chair.

Is this action afraid of sliding off the chair?

Yang Jun watched as the leader's neck turned back with difficulty in an extremely twisted posture.

His lips twitched, and he whispered something.

It was too far away for everyone in the square to hear clearly.

Yang Jun read it from the movement of his lips.

What he said was: "Why did he come? ”

He, that old name is Hua? Who is he?

This gentleman, you are the first person in the house, are you afraid of this? Yang Jun was puzzled.

The old man laughed loudly, and his voice was still endless, passing over the emerald bamboo sea behind the Shengyun Palace, and when he reached the top of the Shengyun Palace, he finally stopped laughing and greeted everyone.

"Little dolls, wow!"

Its sound was like a bell, and it shook so much that the rubble on the Ascending Cloud Hall jumped.

Lao Zhaohua then said with some regret and self-reproach: "I originally wanted to set off early, but unfortunately I hunted a silver-maned pig yesterday, and the taste is really wonderful." ”

Speaking of this, Lao Zhaohua's expression was a little shy, and when he saw that everyone looked at him with a little strange eyes, he coughed twice, cleared his throat, and said: "Everyone must know that this silver-maned pig is to be hunted and killed and cooked, so that the delicacy can be maximized." ”

Saying that, he smiled and said, "However, the one I hunted yesterday is huge, more than 800 catties. I ate 600 catties of mountain people, and I was already bloated and distended, so I couldn't do anything. ”

"But I think it would be a waste if the remaining 200 catties of fresh meat were discarded. How is this worthy of a dead silver-maned pig? ”

"Therefore, the mountain people must not let this silver-maned pig lose his life in vain!"

Oh, so you ate 800 catties of meat in one go?

Sure enough, the old man turned red and said, "I'm old and have a bad stomach." Isn't that going to bed late......"

I'm rubbing, what kind of person is this?!

Yang Jun was dumbfounded.

Aren't you just fed?

It was the first time Yang Jun had seen someone put forward such a fresh and refined reason for being late, and he also said it like this--what does it mean to "never let this silver-maned pig lose his life in vain"?

Do you still want to face?

Especially, didn't you just eat the first 800 catties of silver-maned pigs last night, and what are you holding in your hand now?

There was silence on the top of the clouds for a while, only a slight wind blew, lifting everyone's robes and making a slight noise.

The loudest thing on the field is still the sound of Lao Zhaohua holding one thigh and gnawing happily, and the sound of clicking in his mouth.

Yang Jun stood in the crowd, looking up at the old man who was sloppy in ragged clothes, completely forgetful and happy to gnaw on the flowers, and finally looked at the sky speechlessly.