Rising sun,

The rising sun shines on the Surabaya River with a warm light, and the water is sparkling, reflecting a big sun, echoing the blazing sun in the sky. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

At this time, a flat land by the Surabaya River has already been erected on a high platform, which looks quite grand, and there are some houses nearby, like small palaces, and there are already many people waiting aside.

The Surabaya Festival is a grand event in the spiritual world.

On the high platform, there were already several old men in Taoist costumes with white beards sitting on it, talking to each other.

Looking at the awe-inspiring expressions of the rest of the people looking at them, they knew that the status of these people was definitely not low.

"Brother Zhang Yuan, in my opinion, this Surabaya Festival will be the biggest and most sensational one in history." The head of Zhenghemen looked around and said with a smile.

"This is nature, can the temptation of the True Immortal Cave Mansion not be great?" A big man with a strong body and a beard laughed.

As soon as the True Immortal Cave Mansion was mentioned, the faces of several people present changed slightly, and they glanced at the bearded man, and then tacitly complimented each other, "In my opinion, Liu Siyu of your sect is the most likely to win the disciple competition this time." ”

"Where, where, it's still the king ghost of your sect who cultivates better."

......

On the trail in the distance, a horse-drawn carriage slowly walked in the direction of the Surabaya Festival.

"Are you really going to get involved?"

Chen Dongling sat in the carriage, looking at Xu Meng with a pair of beautiful eyes, a trace of worry flashed in his eyes, and he said again and again.

"Nature is true."

Xu Meng slowly opened his eyes, his eyes flashed with Taoism, and he turned his head to look at Chen Dongling, and his tone was very firm.

"Hey, that's good, no one will stop you if you want to die." Chen Dongling was a little angry, then twisted his head and ignored Xu Meng.

Xu Meng saw that Chen Dongling ignored him, shook his head, and his eyes flashed with Taoism, the fortune teller he saw the day before yesterday must have been sent by a certain party, was the purpose to let him go back?

What happens if you don't go back?

Xu Meng's eyes flashed slightly, then he shook his head and closed his eyes.

"唳~~"

Suddenly, there was a crane chirping in the sky, sharp and high-pitched, soaring into the sky, and in an instant, the sharp cry became rhythmic.

The sound dragged on for an extremely long time.

Immediately after that, there were a few more cranes, followed by the previous cranes, one after another, endlessly, and the sound spread in all directions.

"This pomp, it seems, is the arrival of people from Qingfeng Yuan."

Chen Dongling listened to this voice, the corners of his mouth twitched, and then he looked at Xu Meng, "Qingfeng Yuan is a famous sect, and the cultivation of the head of the sect is not inferior to our master, and the worst cultivation has also reached the middle stage of refining the Void Combination Dao. ”

Xu Meng listened to Chen Dongling's vague reminder, smiled slightly, and nodded.

Chen Dongling saw Xu Meng smiling at herself, and turned her head to look to the side, "I promised Qing'er to keep you safe, I don't want to lose my words." ”

Xu Meng turned his head to look at Chen Dongling, a little helpless.

"Whoosh!"

A few sounds of breaking the air came, and several streamers flew through the sky, and there was a figure on each streamer, with a sharp aura.

"Looking at the white crane in this bag, you know that there is a hypocrite from Qingfeng Yuan in front." Chen Xuanzong listened to the endless cranes, looked at the white cranes in front of him, and laughed.

"Master, do you want to go and say hello?" A solemn old man dressed in purple turned his head and asked.

"Say hello? Wait until you get on stage, don't you want to start fighting? ”

Chen Xuanzong was wearing a Xuanyi robe, middle-aged appearance, lupine scarf, he looked quite elegant, but the words he said were very different from his appearance.

"I suspect that Yun Chong's death was done by this group of hypocrites from Qingfeng Yuan." Chen Xuanzong snorted coldly, his face was a little unsightly, and then he turned his head to look at a young man behind him, "Although the number of places for disciples to win the competition is small, as long as they rush into the top ten, there is also a place, and the more places we enter the cave mansion, the greater our chances of winning in the cave mansion." ”

"This disciple competition can only rely on Ling Feng." The old man in purple sighed and looked at the young man behind him.

"Head, elders, Mu Lingfeng will definitely live up to expectations and rush into the top ten." The young man's face was solemn and he said solemnly.

"That's fine, but don't take it too seriously." Chen Xuanzong exhaled lightly and said comfortingly, and then a trace of worry flashed on his face, "I just don't know where this little girl Dongling went." ”

"Master, don't worry, Senior Sister Dongling is so clever, there will be no problems." The young man comforted Chen Xuanzong.

"Hey, there's a carriage down there?" The young man looked at the carriage speeding on the path, and his face was slightly surprised.

After all, all the way they traveled was to use all kinds of strange birds and magic weapons, or spells, and it was rare to ride in a carriage.

"It should be some casual cultivation, maybe I want to go and see the excitement." An old man said.

"Well, don't worry about that, let's speed up, the location of the Surabaya Festival is just ahead." Chen Xuanzong nodded, and then his light flashed, and his speed increased instantly, and he fled forward.

The young man looked at the carriage below, a trace of contempt flashed in his eyes, and then he also accelerated and fled into the distance.

......

"I don't know ......if Daddy has arrived," Chen Dongling muttered to himself, and then turned his head to look at Xu Meng with his eyes closed, "When he has suffered enough, I will let Daddy save him." ”

Chen Dongling didn't know at all that above him, someone from the Heavenly Sword Sect had just flown by.

After another hour, the carriage also slowly arrived at the location of the Surabaya River.

"This is the Surabaya Festival?"

Chen Dongling looked at the huge platform in front of him in amazement, and the platform was full of people, everyone was wearing Taoist robes or monk's robes, all looking forward to the beginning of the puja.

It's like you're in the world of monks.

Xu Meng looked at this huge crowd, a gleam flashed in his eyes, he had never seen so many monks.

"Huhuhuhu..."There was a gust of wind in the distance, and everyone looked over unconsciously, and then a trace of shock appeared on their faces.

A huge sailing ship flew slowly past the horizon and flew towards it.

"Hahaha, the old ghost has also arrived, so it's all here, and you can start right away." Looking at the sailboat in the sky, the bearded man laughed.

The rest of the people also nodded yes, waiting quietly, dozens of people had already gathered on the high platform at this time, and these dozens of people were all the older generation of the monk world, all of them were the heads of various sects, or some hermit masters.

Soon, the sailboat landed above the platform, and several old men and several young disciples came down from the sailboat, and the old man at the head waved his hand, and the sailboat suddenly became smaller, and finally turned into a palm-sized sailboat, which landed in the palm of the old man's hand.

"So I'm the last one." Mao Xufa looked around, and finally smiled.

"yes, I'll be waiting for you." Bearded laughed, "The hour is coming soon, and if it does, we won't wait for you." ”

"Who are we going to host?" An old man in a purple shirt asked.

"Presiding over what? Let's start fighting as soon as possible. He tugged at his shirt, and his rugged face was full of impatience.

"Although there will be some changes to the Surabaya Law this time, the traditional rules must not be messed up." The old man in the purple shirt shook his head and said, "Let's take a walk." ”

"Then let the old ghost come here, he has presided over two Surabaya pujas." Chen Xuanzong glanced at the purple-shirted old man and said with a smile.

"As it should be." The rest nodded their heads.

"Leave this painstaking work to me."

The purple-shirted old man smiled, and did not shirk, walked up to the stage, looked at the many monks, and used his mana, "Now, the Surabaya Puja begins!"