When Flower Fat Mist stood on the Xianmen Spiritual Platform, she was already a servant of the dust, returning with a new life and an old hatred.

There are no superfluous words.

The Qi Mansion prepared for a long time, from bamboo slips to mattresses, everything was available, and then the guide messenger arranged the teleportation array, and in the blink of an eye, it arrived at the Cloud Immortal Gate from the mortal realm.

Xianmen is still a spotless Xianmen.

It's just that there is no land, no relatives, and no enemies here......

Flora Mist looked at this familiar and unfamiliar place, lost in thought.

Above the clouds, the white mist is shrouded, the hundred-zhang high Qionglou Yuyu stands majestically, each floor tile is carved by the spirit glass, and everywhere you see, it is the luster of snow white and blue.

In the place where the fairy gate enters and exits, there is a pale golden tiger totem flag, the wind is blowing, the tiger totem is like a living thing ready to move, as if it will rush out at any time and roar to the sky.

The tiger totem is the symbol of the Yin country.

The gaze is extremely poor, the buildings are towering, and the lofty pavilion is towering.

Behind the clouds in the distance, there was a huge temple looming. Under the wings of the firmament, it was exposed like a bamboo shoot, and the huge hall was shining and golden, and no matter who it was, there was an urge to worship on both knees.

Under the hunting flag, in addition to Qi Yan and Flower Fat Mist, there are many people.

They were all well-dressed, both men and women looked very standard, and occasionally, there was a little boy in red who had a lovely round face, just like the cabbage essence she had collected not long ago.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please come with me."

The leading messenger said.

The envoy was dressed in plain clothes, holding a wooden sword, his face was solemn, he did not smile, and he stretched out his hand and pointed between the jade pillar gates, intending to take the people outside one by one.

It stands to reason that with Qi Yan's identity, someone made a special trip to lead the way, but now, he was asked to line up.

It can be seen that there is no shortage of noble families in Xianmen, and everyone is almost the same.

One immortal and one fan, it's really a world of difference.

Thinking about it, the flower fat mist couldn't help but smile bitterly.

She followed Qi Yan's side, turned her head to look, and found that in the team of the dragon chief, the companions brought by others were all little children, and she was a woman, who didn't look like a companion, but like a companion.

"In front of it is the Yonglian Treasure Palace, and those who enter the Immortal Gate for the first time must go to the Yonglian Treasure Hall to test their physique, plan out their masters, and then divide them, and finally, pay homage."

"And what about the future?" Someone asked more.

"...... Backwards"

The leading messenger stopped suddenly, and the long dragon team also stopped, the wooden sword in his hand was clenched tightly, and he pulled it out in an instant, and a blue-purple sword light floated towards the eight big characters on the jade pillar of the Xianmen.

"Cultivating the heart is strong, refining the gods is indestructible. It is the fate and duty of immortal cultivators. ”

The person who asked the question wiped his sweat and said, "Thank you, brother." ”

The messenger withdrew his wooden sword and did not lift his head.

"In the future, the people here, whether they are old or young, you must call them 'senior brothers and sisters', Xianmen is not a mortal realm, there is no 'brother platform', and there are no fox friends and dog friends."

Everyone was ashamed.

When the flower fat mist heard it, I couldn't help but feel a little nervous in my heart.

In her previous life, her identity was in the Snow Ember Country, which was famous, and among the immortal gates, who didn't respect her as a "genius", but she was busy cultivating and never paid attention to other matters in the immortal gate.

Now, the messenger said it well, and it seems that there are many details that she does not know.

The flower butter mist glanced at Qi Yan.

Hey? This person is unruly on weekdays, but at the critical moment, he can not smile if he says that he is not smiling, and his cold face is uncertain, so he is not scary.

The flower butter mist unconsciously touched the Qiankun ring.

The round ruby, slippery to the touch, this small action can often relieve a trace of anxiety in her heart.