The stage was densely packed with people, but it was neat and orderly; The flag was waved on the heavenly steps, and the Qinghua bell rang for the third time.

When the bell was about to disperse, Shen Hanfeng and Zhuo Junchen came with their swords. There was originally a tall tower on the stage, but now it has been dismantled by the people of Jifeng and changed into a three-story tower with a height of three zhang. When approaching the tower, Shen Hanfeng put away the Frost Burning Sword, pulled Zhuo Junchen with one hand, and the two of them landed steadily on the second floor of the tower.

The octagonal tower is supported only by eight red columns, visible on all sides, and there are two rows of tables and chairs placed on the tower, and there are already quite a few people.

Du Heng and Mu Zisu were already safely seated, and in addition to them, Zhan Baichuan and Rong Yi's master and apprentice were also on top of this tower. The rest of the people, Zhuo Junchen didn't know, but he could also guess that they should be the elders and peak masters of the Qinghua Immortal Sect who don't meet all year round.

When Mu Zisu saw them coming, he secretly winked at Zhuo Junchen. The first person to talk to them was not Du Heng, let alone Xuan Yunrong, who turned his head when he saw Zhuo Junchen, but a white-clothed Taoist sitting in the first row of seats. That person was also silver-haired like Shen Hanfeng, and he was a little surprised when he saw Shen Hanfeng's eyes: "Senior nephew Shen, you have ...... hair."

Shen Hanfeng arched his hand at him and said, "Uncle Fuyong." "There is no explanation for the changes in the body.

Du Heng chuckled and said, "It's not like my uncle, worrying about my own disciples, so even my hair is gray." Saying that, Du Heng turned his head and saw Mu Zisu behind him glaring at Zhuo Junchen, Du Heng snorted coldly and said, "Mu Zisu, are you having eye cramps?" How about taking you back to the Elixir Peak for the teacher? ”

Mu Zisu honestly began to load quails.

In fact, there was no need for Mu Zisu to remind him, Zhuo Junchen also heard it from Du Heng's cannonball cannon-like tone. It was probably because the master somehow made Du Shibo angry, and Du Shibo saw that everyone's nose was not a nose, and his eyes were not eyes.

Fu Yong was an honest man, and said to Shen Hanfeng quite understandingly: "Although it is appropriate to teach apprentices to be dedicated, Master Shen and nephew should not work too hard. Shen Hanfeng didn't explain more, just nodded.

There was a young man beside Fu Yong who said, "Not only do you want to say this to Senior Brother Shen, Master Venerable, you should also introspect yourself, right?" Saying that, the young man put a big coat on Fuyong, as if he was afraid that a god would be cold. Zhuo Junchen glanced at the man, and was immediately forced to stagnate by the sharp aura implied by him.

The man didn't seem to have any malicious intent, but just nodded with Zhuo Junchen. He is not very old, and he is also known as Master Fuyong, and he is probably Jiang Wuxin mentioned by Zhan Baichuan. Zhuo Junchen and Zhan Baichuan glanced at each other, although the two fought many times, Zhuo Junchen had never felt such a sense of oppression in Zhan Baichuan.

Fuyong Xianjun seemed to have been grabbed by someone's pigtails, rubbed his nose and said haha: "Senior nephew Shen, sit down, it's almost time to come back later." ”

Qinghua Bell is on the top floor of the tower, and it is ringed by the head of the house himself, and it has not yet returned.

Zhuo Junchen followed Shen Hanfeng and sat down, the first row was for the positions of the head of the peak masters, and the second row was for these disciples. As for the rest of the Qinghua Immortal Sect, they were all arranged on the lowest floor of the tower.

Zhuo Junchen was next to Mu Zisu, on the other side was the vacant seat, and on the other side of the vacant seat was Jiang Wuxin. Jiang Wuxin whispered something to Fuyong Immortal Jun at this time.

Fuyong Immortal Jun glanced at Jiang Wuxin and retorted: "That's a demon dragon, maybe I can only touch this one in my life." ”

Jiang Wuxin didn't speak again, just glanced at Fuyong Immortal Jun helplessly.

There was a sound of footsteps behind him, and Zhuo Junchen turned around and saw the three of them coming down from upstairs. The people who were originally sitting in the position stood up one after another, even Du Heng, who was not in a good mood, after all, the face of the head of the house had to be given to him.

Si Yun was dressed in a green shirt, and the rules of the head of the sect were slightly different from the rest of the elders, and the unicorn on his waist was even more luxurious. Seeing Shen Hanfeng standing on the side, Si Yun said with concern: "Senior Brother Shen is out of the customs?" What is the extent of the injuries on the body? ”

Shen Hanfeng said neither humbly nor arrogantly: "It's okay, thank you for your concern." ”

Zhuo Junchen glanced at the three of them, and lowered his head when he saw the appearance of the three of them. After Shen Hanfeng finished answering, he felt a gaze fall on him.

"This is the child of the Zhuo family?" Si Yun asked.

Zhuo Junchen arched his hand and said: "Disciple Zhuo Junchen, please meet the master." "Most of the people who cultivate immortals are born well, Si Yun is a fairy wind and bones, and his expression is gentle, which is very easy to make people unconsciously give birth to a little kindness. Zhuo Junchen felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, but he couldn't say that there was anything wrong.

Si Yun nodded, asked Zhuo Junchen to step forward, turned his head and said to Duyun who was one step behind him: "The child brought back by the junior brother has not been seen for more than ten years, and he has grown so big. ”

Twilight nodded with a cold expression and reached out to Zhuo Junchen. Zhuo Junchen frowned and wanted to dodge, but his shoulders were firmly grasped, as if they were a pair of iron claws.

Profound spiritual power poured into Zhuo Junchen's body, Zhuo Junchen's expression changed instantly, and the spiritual power spontaneously mobilized to resist, facing the Yuan Infant Stage High Cultivator, but there was no power to resist.

Zhuo Junchen's face turned pale in an instant, Shen Hanfeng saw this, put his hand on the other shoulder of his apprentice, and the cool aura chased after him, protecting Zhuo Junchen's dantian one step ahead of Duyun. With Shen Hanfeng's help, the pressure on Zhuo Junchen's body was reduced a lot.

"The master of the family is here, and Senior Brother Duyun's care for his nephew is too much." Du Heng said coldly.

The spiritual power of the fire and earth receded, and Dusk Yun ignored Du Heng and said lukewarmly: "They are both single spirit roots, but they only have the seventh order of foundation building, so lazy, how can they help Senior Brother Shen in the future." ”

Shen Hanfeng pulled the apprentice back, blocked behind him and said, "Thank you Senior Brother Duyun for your concern, Jun Chen is still young, and he is not yet a teacher." After a pause, Shen Hanfeng glanced behind Si Yun and said, "When it comes to talent and diligence, Jun Chen is naturally inferior to Senior Ling's nephew. Si Yun was also accompanied by a young man, about twenty-three or four-year-old, with a handsome appearance.

Like his master, Ling Yihang always looked gentle and elegant, hearing Shen Hanfeng say this, Ling Yihang was neither humble nor arrogant: "Senior Uncle Shen has a good reputation. Saying that, he also glanced at Zhuo Junchen and smiled politely at him.

Zhuo Junchen naturally knew that he, the head of the sect, the talent of the single fire spirit root, cultivated for the original battle with Baichuan, and some time ago I heard that he had reached the peak of foundation building, and he was only a line away from Jindan. Now it seems that the brilliance is inside, but it looks more difficult than the sharp Jiang Wuxin.

Seeing that the atmosphere was a little stiff, Du Heng said lazily: "How long will a few of you have to stand, shouldn't you see how talented this batch of new disciples is?" ”

Fuyong Xianjun smiled and said: "What I said is, the head of the family nephew, if you stand like this, it will be difficult for us to sit down." ”

With the two of them playing a round, Si Yun naturally went down the steps. Everyone took their seats, and on the many martial arts platforms under the tower, the competition had already begun.

"Senior Brother Shen is still a little late. Look at the only apprentice of Master Zhuo and nephew by your side, but you still missed the scene of the new disciple's visit. This time, I chose a lot of talented children to come back. "It was Zhan Yuanbai, the main master of Zhan Feng Peak, who spoke this time, and he was the one who presided over the recruitment of disciples in the Qinghua Immortal Sect this time. Zhan Baichuan, who was sitting behind him, gave Zhuo Junchen a helpless look, his master was a straight man, and he didn't want Zhuo Junchen to go to his heart.

Jiang Wuxin smiled and said, "Senior Brother Shen is busy just as an apprentice, where can he still have the heart to find other disciples." Although he sat in a row with Zhuo Junchen and others, after all, he was the same generation as Zhan Yuanbai and others, and it was not out of place to make a joke.

On the edge of the front row sat a beautiful woman, dressed in a light blue gauze skirt with gentle eyebrows. Hearing this, she smiled and said, "In this case, why did Senior Brother Jiang stop Uncle Fuyong." Just now, he obviously took a fancy to a little disciple, your master is so busy, why are you not happy to take care of you by multiple junior disciples? ”

Mu Zisu leaned over to Zhuo Junchen and whispered: "This is the peak master of Xianshu Peak, Dingyun Fairy, and the one behind her who is covered with white veil is Senior Sister Su who told you." ”

There were a lot of people on the tower, and Zhuo Junchen naturally didn't recognize them all at once, and only then did he notice the pair of female masters and apprentices. Behind the Dingyun Fairy, the girl with a white veil on her face couldn't see her face clearly, but the pair of apricot eyes outside the veil and the dusty fairy aura between the eyebrows could be seen that this was a beauty.

Troublesome, Zhuo Junchen didn't look at it much, only heard Jiang Wuxin reply: "Master Venerable is now addicted to refining weapons, and he hasn't taught me for more than half a month, where is there time to teach other disciples." There was still a hint of complaint between the words, and the helpless appearance made Dingyun Fairy cover her lips and smile.

Fuyong Xianjun coughed dryly and said, "Apprentice, you have to understand as a teacher, the flesh and blood of this demon dragon is not something that can be encountered when you come back." It's hard to be obsessed with the teacher, but it's also hard to help it. ”

Jiang Wuxin replied: "It would be nice if the master could be more difficult to help himself about finding a master's wife, and he didn't have to cultivate in vain to take care of the Pinjian Peak, but also to see how long the master hadn't taken a bath." ”

Sensing the resentment pouring out of the apprentice's body, Fuyong Xianjun touched his nose and said, "Ling's nephew's magic weapon is almost practiced, and the master will go back and take a bath every day, it's done." ”

Jiang Wuxin received a satisfactory reply, and did not let the master not come to the stage again. Du Heng, who just grabbed a word, said with a look in his eyes: "Demon Dragon? Listening to Uncle Shi's meaning, the head of the sect caught a demon dragon to make a tool for Master Ling's nephew? ”

Speaking of the magic weapon he refined, Fu Yong's eyes lit up: "Yes, the last time I saw the Demon Dragon of the Well Guard, it was a hundred years ago, but I didn't expect that this time I would have the opportunity to use the Demon Dragon to refine the magic weapon by myself." ”

Du Heng sneered, looking at Si Yun's eyes with inexplicable meaning.