Hearing that his name was specifically mentioned, although everything that night had melted into a misty drizzle, the scar on Ye Bufan's face jumped slightly, and he still couldn't help but feel a little weak and vigilant.

Seeing Qing Liu's dazed appearance, Ye Bufan turned his head, and he had forgotten that his name was Ye Bufan, which was the wild cultivator that the Great Offering wanted to find now.

He had the intention of waiting to see what was happening, but when he turned his head, he saw that all the disciples of the Tiancang Sect were standing not far away, and the arrogant and impressive monk Lin Ling had already come out of the crowd, and the two of them had already floated in front of him, and after looking at himself with some inquiry in his eyes, he stood up and saluted to the Jinglian beside him.

"Venerable Jinglian, you have made Poor Dao and my group of juniors and disciples find it so hard!"

After thinking about it, if you can't find this young Zen descendant who looks like a female cultivator but has such a stubborn temperament, the consequences will be unimaginable, Lin Ling smiled bitterly, "If it weren't for the fact that the monk remembered that he had mentioned last night that he wanted to find a servant of the Ouyang family to accompany him, my Tiancang Sect would have almost sent a warning." ”

Jing Lian smiled shyly, folded her hands, bent down slightly, and made a full ceremony to the fullest, and said softly, "The little monk saw that the Taoist chief seemed to have difficulties last night, and I really couldn't break the agreement to walk with Brother Ye, so I found it by myself today, and I was a little reckless for a while, and I also hope that the Taoist can understand the difficulties of the little monk." ”

Lin Ling breathed a sigh of depression and suffocated it firmly in his chest, he had always been smooth sailing in Tiancang Sect, and he also had a resounding reputation as the third son of Tiancang in Dongsheng Prefecture, but today he was a little monk who was younger than himself, seemingly unintentional, but easily poked into the weakness.

There is no need to think about turning his face at all, even if his face is dissatisfied, he doesn't know if there will be any more turmoil, Lin Ling's chest obviously rose and fell twice, waved his hand, and said nonchalantly: "The monk doesn't have to blame himself, Poor Dao was busy with the affairs of the sect last night, and he was also a little negligent." ”

After he finished speaking, he glanced at Ye Bufan,

"Could this be Ye Daoyou of the Ouyang family?"

Ye Bufan kept looking at the two young boys, and they exchanged extraordinary manners, but there was a hidden edge in his words, and he already understood what was going on.

At this time, seeing Lin Ling's determined eyes and obviously pretentious questioning, Ye Bufan didn't bother to speak, just nodded with his eyelids drooping.

The weight of a wild cultivator in Lin Ling's heart is simply dispensable, how can a lion care if an ant is respectful to himself.

He just wanted to solve this unexpected little turmoil as soon as possible.

Lin Ling no longer paid attention to Ye Bufan, looked at Jing Lian and said, "The monk will wait for a while, and the poor Dao will go to negotiate with the Ouyang family's great worshippers." ”

Tiancang Sect wanted a wild cultivator recruited by the Ouyang family to accompany him, such a small thing can be said to be handy. Lin Ling walked to the big worshipper who had been staring at the movement here, and after bowing, he said politely, "Can the seniors borrow a step temporarily, the juniors have something to ask for." ”

The Great Offering already knew Lin Ling's identity, and he had a little bit of caution before, but now it was a particle of dust blown by the wind and disappeared without a trace, he only blamed himself for being a recluse, and he didn't know that the young disciple of Tiancang Sect had his back against the high mountain, and his head was towering.

As a senior, after all, he can't surrender his identity, Da Worship nodded with a posture, but his face really showed a trace of excitement to climb the high branches.

The two of them walked a few steps to the side side by side, their voices were not loud or small, and they did not avoid Ye Bufan and Jing Lian, nor did they avoid the fact that all the monks of the Ouyang family were dumbfounded.

Two sentences finalized this little turmoil, Lin Ling and Da Offering walked side by side in front of Ye Bufan, the Great Offering first glanced at Jing Lian with bright eyes, nodded as if nothing, looked at Ye Bufan with low eyebrows, a strange face that could not be said to be hideous or kind, and commanded condescendingly: "Ye Offering, from now on, you have to obey the orders of Daoist Lin of Tiancang Sect." ”

"Yes", although Ye Bufan still cherished his words, he finally knew that he couldn't cut off his back now, so he nodded after bowing.

The big offering didn't matter and waved his sleeves, no matter what, this wild cultivation was planted with a Dao seal, if he could survive from the small world of seclusion, after returning to the Ouyang family, there were means to make him obey, and now it is temporarily attributed to the Tiancang Sect, no one can say whether it is a blessing or a curse.

Lin Ling was completely relieved, bowed to the Great Offering, turned back to Jing Lian and said, "Monk and Ye Daoyou, please go to the outer side of the Immortal Array with the Poor Dao, wait for the small world of the secluded world to open, and pass through the crack in the space together. ”

Jing Lian raised her hand and stepped forward, still whispering, "Lin Dao Chief, please first." ”

Lin Ling didn't say more, and the monks facing the Tiancang Sect raised their hands, and their bodies spread, and they floated to the side of the valley first.

All the three generations of disciples of the Tiancang Sect have always been tall and silent, and now they have begun to follow Lin Ling in an orderly manner, all of them using the Wandering Body Technique, making the entire team look like a huge idle cloud wild crane.

Jinglian quietly touched Ye Bufan, and asked in a whisper with some apprehension on her face, "Brother Ye, don't blame me." ”

Ye Bufan smiled, scratching the scar on his face a little strangely, "What do you say, what do I blame you?"

After speaking, he looked at the monks of the Tiancang Sect who were already all fluttering, and stretched out his hand and pulled Jing Lian's Zen sleeve, "Hurry up, if you go slowly, I won't be able to catch up with these stinky monks." ”

Although Jing Lian couldn't speak, she would hear a lot of hurtful tones and scolding slang in Houtu City every day, and when she heard Ye Bufan say that the monks of the Heavenly Cang Sect were stinky farts these days, she burst out laugh and then continued, "It's really a stinky fart!"

With his frowning expression now, how can he still have an extraordinary bearing just now, polite.

The two of them were secretly happy in their hearts, and after squeezing their eyes with each other, they stepped forward to catch up with the team of the Tiancang Sect, and hung on the back side of the team not far away.

Soon there was only a group of monks of the Ouyang family who were stunned until now in front of the wooden shed, and these monks saw the strange scene of "mice turning into tigers and crows turning into phoenixes".

All the monks of the Ouyang family understood that the person who looked like a female cultivator, wearing a khaki dress, and had a lotus flower tattooed on his bald head, turned out to be a Zen monk, or a bigger figure who didn't dare to offend the disciples of the Tiancang Sect who poked a hole in the Ouyang family's face.

The monks who had just started laughing were all numb in their scalps and cold in their bodies, and the strong wild cultivator who stepped forward to get his face back now wished that he could shrink into a round ball that could not see his face, but after all, he could only wipe the cold sweat that broke out of his face from time to time.

Zhao Tianci's face was cloudy, his expression was complicated and difficult to understand, seeing that Ye Bufan had disappeared, he didn't know if he could see each other in the future, and he hated and envied this stunned young man who had the luck now, he didn't have to go to the space crack that was difficult to understand first, and after entering the small world of seclusion, he could also rely on the big tree of Tiancang Sect, hide from the wind and rain under the tree, and by the way, he could also look at the scenery.

Most of the monks of the Ouyang family were afraid of each other, and they had such a feeling of envy and hatred.

But I haven't come to savor the complexity in my heart, and after the big offering has already snorted coldly, he scolded loudly,

"Spread it all out for me, haven't you lost enough of the Ouyang family's face!"

The monks of the Ouyang family began to burrow into the wooden shed, and the great worship looked at Qingliu, who was silent, glanced at Qingyi, who just didn't know where he was, and was so disappointed that he had no interest in continuing to scold, and waved his hand in annoyance and ordered,

"Immediately gather the children of the clan and immediately rush to the outside of the immortal array. ”

Qing Yi and Qing Liu secretly shouted luck in their hearts, and they didn't touch the mold again, and after the two of them hurriedly gave a deep salute, they turned around and went into the wooden shed and began to gather the children of the clan.

In a burst of chickens and dogs jumping with only the sound of chaotic footsteps, all the monks of the Ouyang family also began to walk towards the outside of the Ancient Immortal Array in Yingxian Valley in an orderly manner.

The monks in the gathering place of all the families and sects in the entire Yingxian Valley began to move towards the immortal array composed of a large piece of rubble, and after half an hour, there were people in each wooden shed.

The seven-colored clouds in the sky could no longer feel the pressure of the immortal thoughts at all, and they had shrunk to a scale that could only cover the entire immortal array. The bright sun in the sky seems to be slow, but it is always moving towards the middle of the sky.

By the time the seven-colored clouds had receded to cover only the valley, the edge of the immortal array was already full of monks, and the only sound of such a large-scale gathering of monks was the sound of the wind passing through the forest and the leaves of the trees.

The entire immortal array was shrouded in an extremely quiet and solemn atmosphere that seemed to erupt at any time.

The seven-colored clouds were still slowly fading into the spatial cracks, and they were so thick that they looked like a mass of brightly colored creatures that were constantly twisting and rolling.

The sun is high in the middle of the next moment.

The seven-colored clouds suddenly looked like a seven-colored fierce beast, crouching on the shoulders, and after the body was slightly open, with the momentum of Wan Jun, it completely crashed into the spatial crack in an instant.

A circular ripple silently distorted the space, and it had completely opened into a spatial crack like a round water mirror, like a continuous wave that impacted the Ancient Immortal Array outside the entire valley.