In the middle of the climb, a bronze tripod about three feet high is full of cigarettes.

Adjacent to Dading, there are twenty disciples standing in a row, these twenty disciples are male and female, there are Taoist and vulgar, only the same thing is that one by one stands twisted and crooked, and the expression on his face is painful. It was the group of disciples who were injured by Ming Hai, but the figures of Da Niu, Wang Long, and Xiao Juan were not presented here.

When the door of the palace opened, there were monks of the Jindan period one after another, coming from the various peaks and landing on the square. After inspecting the disciples, they walked into the main hall one after another, some of them expressionless. Some shook their heads and said nothing, and some people scolded directly.

The eight blue-robed Taoist priests who guarded the main hall all had the mana of the seventh layer of Qi cultivation. Although he stood vertically, he swept his gaze to the disciples in the square from time to time. One by one, their eyes were shining, and they didn't know what was going on in their hearts.

Passing through the main hall, across the double guarded portal, there was a wide meeting hall, and in the forbidden and majestic hall, there were actually more than twenty Jindan stage monks gathered at this moment, which simply accounted for most of the Qilong Spirit Vein Flint Stone Dingmen Jindan period monks. These backbones of the Qilong Spiritual Vein Flint Ding Sect are sitting opposite each other around the two long Qingqilong Spiritual Vein Flint Cases, and they are constantly fighting for each other.

In the direction of the horizontal head, next to a shorter and taller Qingqilong Lingvein flint case, there is a vast Qilong Lingmai flint chair, but it is empty at the moment.

The atmosphere in the main hall was about to erupt, and the sound of contention was endless, if it weren't for the majesty of the prohibition in the main hall, which restrained more than half of the mana of the world, maybe he would have started a long time ago.

In the middle of the Qingqilong Spirit Vein Flint Case on the left, there was a gray-robed Taoist priest of medium stature, in his forties, with a smooth face, black beard, and a dignified appearance, and the new Taoist robe was clean and dusty.

On its left and right sides, there were six Jindan stage cultivators sitting on each side, not only the disciples of the Shennong Palace, but also the disciples of the Spirit Beast Hall and the Refining Weapon Hall.

On the opposite side, the yellow-skinned Ming Yuan Dao squatted in the vast chair like a gray-haired mountain man, on the left side of Ming Yuan, the five Jindan monks in the Spirit Rune Hall looked gloomy one by one, and on the right side, there were Ming Yi and several Jindan monks in the Forbidden Temple.

"Senior Brother Mingde, among the hundreds of juniors in my Sang family, as long as this person grows a little, I originally expected to be able to fight for the family, but I didn't expect to be injured by Ming Hai, and it will be a question of whether I can enter the Jindan realm in the future, let alone enter the big road. With such a big job, you have to give an explanation, right? The cold-looking silver-robed man in the Spirit Rune Hall said in a cold voice, his voice jerky and sharp, as piercing as a violent clash of metal.

The green-robed Taoist priest's eyes fell on the silver-robed man's face, and he said expressionlessly: "What do you want to say, how many times has the poor Dao said it now, Senior Brother Minghai has fallen in vain, it is difficult to say which is right and wrong in this matter, what else do you want?" ”

"Ming Hai destroyed the same door, and rebelled, how could it be that it fell in vain? What does Brother Mingde mean by this? Don't you need to repeat what you have seen and heard with your own eyes? Isn't the unique magic weapon of the 'Green Ant Needle' in the bodies of the disciples outside the main hall fake? Mingyi's face was blank and he said in a deep voice.

Seeing Ming Yi speak, Ming De was silent and quiet, muttered for a moment, and said reluctantly: "Even if Ming Hai really loses his conscience and wants to kill all the disciples, it is his personal job, what does it have to do with me?" Ming Hai has fallen, and all that Poor Dao can do is to remove the 'green ant' needles from the bodies of several disciples, and then give some pills to comfort him! ”

"Okay, that's already the case, then you can give each of you a hundred grains of 'Qilong Spirit Vein Flint Stone Zhi Dan'!" The fat Taoist priest with a meaty face hummed.

Mingde's face sank, and he said coldly: "What kind of joke is Senior Brother Mingwei making? The Qilong Spirit Vein Flint Leaf Lingzhi, which has been cultivated by this sect for many years, has already been uprooted by the disciples of the Frozen Valley when the three factions attacked, and now the entire Shennong Hall can't take out a few bottles of this pill, how can you compensate each disciple for one bottle? Besides, this pill is something taken by a Jindan stage monk, so how can it be easily given to a disciple in the Qi cultivation period? At most, each disciple will be compensated with a bottle of 'Clear Lotus Pill' and thirty low-rank spirit stones! ”

The fat Taoist priest Huo Di stood up, his eyes widened angrily, and he pointed at Mingde and shouted, "'Qinglian Pill'? This kind of pill of Guyuan Peishi, a fourth-layer disciple of Qi training, you are embarrassed to take it out, this is already the case, Lao Tzu doesn't want you to pay for it, so go and slap each of your Shennong Hall entry disciples with a palm, and then give a bottle of 'Qinglian Pill'. ”

This person was not only short-tempered and loud, but also shook the hall to buzz everywhere.

"Senior Brother Mingwei, don't deceive people too much, it was Ming Hai who injured the disciples, not my Shennong Palace, you have the ability to get angry at Ming Hai, what kind of wilderness do you take my Shennong Palace?" An old man in a brown robe on the right side of Mingde rolled his eyes and said coldly.

"Aren't we here to quarrel today? Can someone like you handle the problem? If this is the case again, the poor road will not be accompanied, and I still have a furnace of materials waiting to be refined! A middle-aged Taoist priest wearing a red Taoist robe with scorched yellow hair said impatiently, looking at the mana of this Taoist priest, he also has the late cultivation of Jindan.

Although it is Zhengyang Zhenren who is in charge of Qilong Spiritual Vein Flint Dingshan, where does he need to worry about such daily chores?

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The situation is in front of them, Shen Gongnan and Xuanguang Dao people are in retreat and penance, and Xuanye Dao people are in power, so they can naturally do whatever they want!

Although the position of the Northern Heavenly Yuan Fulong in the door is not low, when it comes to the end, he is a Qi cultivation stage cultivator, and the edict of the Zhengyang Zhenren is useful to the disciples of the Jindan period, so what is it for Xuanye? He talked back to Xuanye in Zixiao Palace, Xuanye couldn't do anything to himself, but he could easily resist the three of them.

"Dog offal?" Thinking of this, the Northern Darkness Tianyuan Fu Long Huo Di stood up and smashed his fist on the stone table in front of him, and there was a fist-sized hole on the stone table, but the Qilong Spirit Vein Flint Cup on the stone table was unharmed.

Liu Tong and Duanmu Yan changed color together and hurriedly stood up.

Fu Long of the Northern Darkness Heavenly Yuan bowed to the two of them and said, "Thank you two!" I know this, and I take my leave! ”

Anyway, no matter what reaction the two of them had, they turned around and strode outside. Feeling the chill rushing out of the body of the Northern Immortal Heavenly Yuan Fulong, Liu Tong and Duanmu Yan felt inexplicable palpitations.

Liu Tong closed the ban in the pavilion while saying: "Qingyang Master Ancestor is not in the door, Uncle Shi must not act recklessly, although the three of Da Niu have now gone to Tianmu Mountain, they must not have gone far, if Uncle Shi wants to go out in person, Senior Brother Minghai will definitely not dare to offend Uncle Ming, and he can chase the three of them back!" ”

Kankan walked to the door, and the Northern Stygian Yuan Fulong suddenly stopped and asked coldly: "Who is Ming Hai and how is his cultivation?" Do you know my connection with Da Niu and Xiao Juan? ”

"Senior Brother Minghai is the personal disciple of Master Xuanye, a mid-stage Jindan monk, and his supernatural powers can be ranked in the top ten among the disciples of the Jindan stage in the door, and the disciple used to face the contact between Da Niu and Uncle Shi!"

Looking at Lingyun Suo roaring towards the Qilong Spirit Vein Flint Dingnan Peak, Duanmu Yan had a chaotic look on his face, and said: "This little uncle has two kinds of spiritual roots, gold and water, so young, he can retreat and practice for more than two years at a time, and his tenacity is beyond the reach of people. If nothing else, it is only a matter of time before entering the realm of Yuanying, and in the future, it will be the Optimus Qilong Spiritual Vein Flint Pillar in the Qilong Spiritual Vein Flint Ding Gate, I don't know why Master Xuanye deliberately offended him? ”

“？ Not for ebony yet? Back then, he coveted the Liuhe Relic Treasure in Ebony's hand, but he was imprisoned by Ebony's junior, and he made a fool of himself in public. Uncle Zhou, Da Niu, Wang Long, and Xiao Juan are all disciples taught by Ebony, how can he let it go easily? Shizun has a straightforward temperament, and he has a lot of bad relations with him at work, and now he is seriously injured and his mana is greatly damaged, but he uses us and other disciples of the Spirit Rune Hall to open the knife, and he is narrow-minded, and he will definitely not die well! Liu Tong said angrily.

Duanmu Yan reached out and pinched her husband's right arm, hinting at his whisper, looking left and right, and his divine sense swept over the neighborhood, for fear of being heard by someone.

In Zixiao Palace, Zhengyang Zhenren picked up a Qilong Spirit Vein Flint Box, handed it to Beiyin Tianyuan Fulong, and said: "I am afraid that this 'Spirit Control Technique' was created by the older generation of Liuhe according to the Demon Clan's exercises, and it is common to absorb some demonic qi from yin to cold, and you can concentrate on cultivating." Inspired by this exercise, this seat has a great harvest, and in the near future, I will have to choose an opportunity to retreat. This seat has now told Ming Li, prepared the cave and elixir spirit stone for you on the Heavenly Sword Peak, and also entertained Ming Hao who took care of the Qilong Spirit Vein and Fire Stone Ding Palace, if you don't understand and have any questions about the exercises, just go to the 'Tibetan Scripture Pavilion' in the Qilong Spirit Vein Fire Stone Ding Palace! ”

After that, he rushed to a green-robed Taoist priest standing beside him, and said, "Mingyi, you now take your Uncle Zhou to inform Mingli and Minghao, and let them do a good job of organization?" The middle-aged Taoist priest with a huge body and a pale golden face nodded yes.

"Thank you, uncle!" The Northern Immortal Heavenly Yuan Fulong took the Qilong Spirit Vein Flint Box and bowed respectfully. I understand in my heart that Zhengyang Zhenren is going to retreat and practice "soul control technique".

"Do you still have any other jobs?" Seeing that Beiyin Tianyuan Fulong opened his mouth, with a look of indecision that he had something to say, Zhengyang Zhenren asked.

Beiyin Tianyuan Fulong hesitated and replied: "Uncle Qi, the disciple wants to give others the qualifications of a hundred years of cultivation in Heavenly Sword Peak, I don't know if it will work!" ”

"Oh, Heavenly Sword Peak is the place where the spiritual energy of the entire Qilong Spirit Vein and Flint Ding Mountain is the fullest, it is not a great contribution to the middle of the sect, it is not an elite disciple with potential, but it does not have this kind of qualifications. This opportunity is so rare, how do you think of abandoning it? Zhengyang Zhenren carefully glanced at the Northern Stygian Heavenly Yuan Fulong,