These immortals of the Xuanmen, in the past, which one was not a first-class figure who was a fairy who was floating out of the dust and standing tall. Although it is not yet possible to go to the sky and the earth, calling for wind and rain, but the ability of Xuanmen is not to be underestimated.

At this moment, after listening to Mo Fei's question, he was originally holding a clear tea, and his leisurely demeanor was indifferent, and his face was somewhat embarrassed, looking at each other, but there was no speech.

For a while, there was silence between the small courtyards, only the warm spring breeze blowing on the face, sending a faint fragrance of flowers, intoxicating.

Mo Fei was inexplicable in his heart, what was going on with these old Taoist priests, who came to visit thousands of miles, but did not explain the intention. Although I was puzzled in my heart, I didn't show it on my face.

Guo Daozhen saw that everyone was silent, coughed lightly, and then Hao Ran smiled and said: "Brother Mo, I can't hide it, Xiaodao not long ago, with the help of Brother Mo, formed a golden pill Dao fruit, the news spread, and it was known by my Xuanmen sects. ”

"That's right, our cultivation has been stagnant for many years, and cultivation is like sailing against the current, if you don't advance, you will retreat, and you will be merciful."

Zhang Yuzheng, the little heavenly master sitting on the side, saw that Guo Daozhen had made his intentions clear, and hurriedly raised his fists and bowed his hands, speaking respectfully, as if facing the teacher.

This is also reasonable, for these people of the Xuanmen, Mo Fei's generation is amazingly large, and even some of the founding patriarchs of the Dao lineage also appeared after Mo Fei cultivated the Tao for many years.

Comparatively speaking, Mo Fei is completely a serious eight-book celebrity in the Xuanmen, although he has been reincarnated and rebuilt, he has finally returned to his roots and restored his original appearance.

Although he has intersected with all the Taoist peers, when it comes to the roots, he is a real Xuanmen elder, and in this regard, no one present can deny it.

Besides, these old monks who have been cultivating for tens or hundreds of years are all very proficient, and they can't wait to put Mo Fei in the name of their own generation.

With such a big guy covered, his skills have surged, and his road has made great progress, and the things that were unattainable in the past are no longer dreams.

Hey, how can such a powerful master not belong to his own sect?

Some old cultivators who have been practicing for a long time, seeing that Mo Fei's cultivation is rising steadily, but their own family is in a bottleneck, no matter how hard they work, they can't help but feel full of emotion.

Of course, these thoughts are just thoughts, no matter how envious these Xuanmen monks are in their hearts, these words are not easy to proclaim.

As soon as the Little Heavenly Master Zhang Yuzheng's voice fell, Zhang Xuanming, the descendant of the Ziyang lineage, got up and said: "The path of cultivation is long and obstructive, Brother Wangmo Dao is merciful, and let us and other monks ascend to the other side of immortality." ”

"Brother Wangmo Dao is merciful."

Seeing this, the rest of the Dao Dao were not willing to be left behind, and they all bowed their hands.

Although Mo Fei was accustomed to seeing big scenes, in his previous life, even when he was a son of heaven, he had seen it from afar, but he was also frightened by the uniform words and deeds of these old Taoist priests.

It's too exaggerated! Where is this begging for people, it is clearly to catch ducks on the shelves.

Although Mo Fei felt a scorn in his heart, he still softened his heart when he saw these old monks with white beards and white hair, with anticipation on their faces.

Don't look at the cultivation of all the Dao present, except for Guo Daozhen, they are all foundation-building cultivators, but their hearts and qualifications are excellent, if they are not born at the right time, they will not be firmly trapped in this realm, and they will not be able to enter an inch.

When you are born at the end of the Dharma like this, it is really a monk's sorrow.

Looking at the eager eyes of everyone present, Mo Fei couldn't help but feel heavy in his heart, feeling that the burden on his shoulders seemed to be heavier. (To be continued.) )