When the old scholar heard this, his tone couldn't help but turn cold, and he said coldly: "Naturally, I also have a share, but at this point, don't you think it's ridiculous to say anything compassionate and compassionate?" ”

Swish!

Hearing the old scholar say this, everyone couldn't help but be stunned, and they were all silent. The atmosphere also became gloomy, and on the Chaoyang platform, for a while, only the sound of incense ashes falling on the incense burner was extremely quiet.

Sou!

I don't know how long it has been, but a low sound of wind has quietly come, waking up these silent old men and breaking the silence between them.

Everyone looked around, and they saw seven figures not far away, coming in the wind, gradually approaching. The person at the front is a middle-aged man with gray hair, Wang Chongyang, the leader of the Quanzhen Sect; Later, there was a young man dressed as a Taoist and a woman dressed in aqua green; Behind the two, a middle-aged man wearing a crown and an evil man in a green robe are almost indistinguishable from each other; In the end, an old beggar who was dressed in tatters, but extremely clean, holding a green bamboo stick, and a middle-aged man holding a snake staff followed suit, and the seven masters were all tired and sweaty, and their clothes were wet with sweat, but they still kept walking towards Chaoyangtai.

Before the Chaoyang Terrace, long before the incense candles were lit, the white lines had been painted with white paint, and many masters guarding the Chaoyang Terrace noticed that the seven masters were coming, and their faces were all pale.

Swish!

And at this moment, there is only the last small part of the incense candle in the incense burner, if you can't step up to the rising sun platform within this last time, it can only be eliminated after all.

A little incense ash continues to drift out, falling in the incense burner, and the fragrance of the fragrance is even more under the blowing of the mountain wind, wafting and overflowing.

Wang Chongyang took the lead, charging at the forefront of everyone, and at a glance he caught that the incense was about to burn out, and at that moment, he mustered up the last strength in his body and rushed straight towards Chaoyangtai.

Syllable! Syllable! Syllable!

There was a muffled sound when his feet stepped on the solid ground. In an instant, Wang Chongyang's figure, which had gradually stagnated, suddenly accelerated, turning into a sharp phantom, and before the six masters could react, they saw him rush into the white line first.

"Congratulations to Chongyang Zhenren." Seeing Wang Chongyang in the ranks, among the masters on the Chaoyang Terrace, the old man who was like a nobleman in heaven congratulated.

This person is the old lord of the Zhao family in Shanxi, and above the bloodline, he is the descendant of Zhao Kuangyin, the founder of the Great Song Dynasty in the past.

Although most of the Zhao family has already been lost, and only some remnants are left in the south of the Yangtze River, the Zhao family in Shanxi still has won the respect of the people in the rivers and lakes, and no one dares to offend.

"The old lord is polite." Wang Chongyang said neither humbly nor arrogantly.

As he spoke, he clasped his hands into fists, saluted the others slightly, and then found a smooth cobblestone to sit down, and secretly exercised his strength and strength.

Sou!

In the midst of these few words, the incense candles that had already burned most of them were burned again, and only the last bit of flame flickered.

And at this moment, Zhu Hefeng and Lin Chaoying held hands, and they had already rushed into the Chaoyang Terrace.

Lin Chaoying's footsteps changed, and his originally floating footwork suddenly turned into an immortal's pace, and his shadow flickered, and he rushed straight into Chaoyangtai. Together, Zhu Hefeng, who was full of phantoms under his footsteps, also stepped into it.

"Congratulations to both of you." The old monk congratulated.

Zhu Hefeng nodded with a smile and said, "Master Wufa is polite. ”

The master of Buddhism is a well-known living bodhisattva in Buddhism, who is willing to give kindness and learn advanced medical skills to help hundreds of people.

Even if you are an underworld master on the rivers and lakes, you have to be polite when you mention this master.

Swish!

Zhu Hefeng and Lin Chaoying's eyes turned, looked around at everyone present, followed in the footsteps of Wang Chongyang, found a larger stone to sit down, and secretly exercised their skills.

Lin Chaoying saw that he was on the sunny platform, and he felt that the clothes wet with sweat stuck to his body made him extremely uncomfortable.

On top of the slippery delicate body, puffs of white smoke rose from it, intending to dry the clothes with internal strength.

For a while, on the Chaoyang Terrace, I saw that the three masters were exercising their own skills, and the wisps of heaven and earth aura in the void were constantly converging into their bodies under the traction of the three masters, recovering the huge loss of power.

Above each other's heads, billowed white smoke billowed out.

Syllable! Syllable!

Zhu Hefeng and Lin Chaoying had just sat down, and Duan Zhixing and Huang Yaoshi, who were originally entangled, also summoned up their remaining courage and swept into Chaoyangtai.

Of these two, one is that the family is knowledgeable and superb; First, he is a genius and has excellent martial arts. Now it is even faster to transport light work, and it is almost in no particular order to sweep into Chaoyangtai.

"The disciple has seen the master." Huang Yaoshi entered the Chaoyang Terrace, and without waiting to find a place to exercise, he came to the old scholar and bowed respectfully.

There is a person in the martial arts, he is talented, no matter what he learns, he is very fast, almost a day, but only martial arts, subject to a weak body, can never enter the peak of the realm.

He is called the scholar of ten thousand volumes!

The martial arts are not too high, but they are all treasures of the world, and they can be said to be the first talent in the martial arts.

But unexpectedly, he was actually Huang Yaoshi's master.

Only a character like Wanjuan Scholar can train a genius like Huang Yaoshi, and if you look closely, you can even notice the similarity between their eyebrows.

"You're good, boy." The scholar looked at his apprentice deeply, his eyes full of complex and incomprehensible feelings, and finally only spit out five words.

"It's all taught by the master." Huang Yaoshi, who has always been evil and does not take etiquette in his eyes, also maintains the attitude that a disciple should have in front of his teacher.

After greeting him respectfully, he sat cross-legged without caring about the wet and cold ground, and secretly exercised his skills.

Brush!

In the effort of these few words, the incense candles in the incense burner, which were originally similar to small sticks, only the last bit of spark remained.

At this time, Ouyang Feng and Hong Qigong were still some distance away from Chaoyang Terrace, and they saw that the incense was about to be extinguished.

Both of them couldn't help but be anxious!

Hong Qigong stepped on the stone with both feet, and the whole person jumped forward, and then came towards Chaoyangtai, and the figure slid in mid-air, getting closer and closer to Chaoyangtai.

Between Hong Qigong's eyebrows, he even showed a little joy.

However, at this moment, Ouyang Feng, who had been quiet all along, suddenly made a move!

Rumble!

The snake staff in Ouyang Feng's hand turned into a bolt of lightning and blasted straight towards Hong Qigong's back, with a strong and violent force, hitting the void.