The light curtain on the high cliff slowly converged, like a dreamy vision, and disappeared in a moment.

The purple gold bowl reappeared in the sky, turning into a golden streamer, drawing a bright curve in the blue autumn sky, and disappearing into the sleeves of the plain-clothed elder.

None of the cultivators who came to observe the ceremony noticed the name in the corner, because at the very end, the handwriting was so small, and it was not considered a genius disciple of a famous sect.

When the Craftsman Elder who presided over the Dragon and Tiger List saw it, he shook his head suspiciously, not understanding why it was just the word "Xiaoying", and he didn't even have a surname, which was not a normal thing.

This elder has a very high prestige in the Craftsman Sect, because he is the first person in the entire Craftsman Sect.

These people who have dealt with utensils all their lives have a very high level of cultivation, but they are not good at interacting with people, they have a simple and broad temperament, and they will not guess the grievances and grievances of the geniuses on the list, so they don't delve too much into the name Xiaoying.

Xu Feng looked at the autumn sky where the light curtain disappeared, and he had no time to take care of the provocative eyes of several Sanqing disciples,

There were a total of five Taoist priests around, all of them were young, and one or two of them had just sprouted messy stubble on their lips, but their breath was extremely fierce.

One of them was dressed in a gray robe, while the other four were dressed in black robes.

The gray-clothed Taoist priest was also very young, but he dominated the crowd, and the black-clothed disciples asked him with respectful glances how to do it.

Many eyes on the cliff flat looked at the gray-clothed Taoist priest, with respect in their eyes, and even more confidence in this young Sanqing disciple to punish adultery and eliminate evil.

Under the gaze of many expectant eyes, this young Sanqing disciple's face was calm, and he didn't care, showing the grandeur and cultivation of the first sect that is the best in the world.

The young Taoists didn't do it.

In their opinion, Xu Feng, as a wicked person, should probably take the initiative to prostrate himself when he saw the disciples of the Sanqing Daomen, just like the pagans of a long time ago, when they met the apologetic cavalry, they should tremble and prostrate down and kiss the horse's hooves of the cavalrymen, in order to obtain the forgiveness of the Sanqing Holy Spirit.

If they take the initiative in front of such an enemy, they will really lose their identity as the number one sect in the world, not to mention that the situation in the field is already so obvious.

After a while, several Sanqing disciples felt that the atmosphere was a little different.

They didn't expect that Xu Feng not only did not confess on the spot, but also did not resist, and even did not realize their existence at all.

Xu Feng was still staring at a certain position in the sky, as if those two words had not dissipated.

One of them, a young man with a smooth chin and messy yellow hair on his upper lip, finally couldn't stand it anymore, but he didn't dare to do it without Senior Brother Yue's instructions.

"Senior Brother Yue. The boy called out respectfully.

Because of respect, there was no doubt in his voice, but a straightforward expression of the meaning of fighting.

The Sanqing Daomen are highly hierarchical, and different statuses are distinguished by the color of the Taoist robe. The Heavenly Dao God Emperor, who dominates the three major temples of heaven, earth and man, is a linen white robe, among which the Heavenly Dao God Emperor has the highest status, and the edge of the linen white robe symbolizing light and majesty is embroidered with a golden edge. Under the Emperor is the Purple Cardinal who is in charge. Under the bishop is the Pope of Tsing Yi, who manages the affairs of the major towns of the dynasty. The Tsing Yi Pope is further down to the gray-clothed sect masters, they have the power to be in charge of one or more Taoist temples, while ordinary disciples can only wear black Taoist robes, and the rules are strict and insurmountable.

Senior Brother Yue in gray clothes, with a high bundle of Taoism, long hair hanging down his shoulders. He is about eighteen or nineteen years old, and his handsome face has a kind of arrogance like the rising sun.

At such an age, being able to sit in the position of the master of the door in the Sanqing Gate of hundreds of millions of Taoist disciples, and being the master of the gate of Yingdu Daguan, you can imagine his ability and talent.

The cultivators of the Sanqing Dao Sect have a very high status in Yingdu, and the master of the sect is a cultivator who holds great power, and in their eyes, ordinary people are all ants.

In the eyes of Daomen genius Yue Jianhong, Xu Feng is also an ant, just an ant who is lucky enough to be able to top the list.

His patience had long since run out, but he couldn't figure out why Xu Feng was staring at that sky, and his junior brother's reminder made him feel humiliated.

Therefore, he glanced at the black-clothed Taoist priest lightly, disgusted that he was too talkative.

The black-clothed disciple didn't dare to look at the sect master, lowered his head, and the hand holding the sword trembled slightly.

Yue Jianhong suppressed the anger in his heart, hoping to show the bearing of the Sanqing Sect among the many sects.

"You are Xu Feng. ”

Xu Feng, who was staring at the sky, was thinking, Xiaoying turned out to be the same as himself, he was also a cultivator, and he was on the Dragon and Tiger list in such a short time, maybe his talent was even stronger than himself.

Hearing someone call him, Xu Feng turned around and muttered, "We are the same people." ”

"We're different people. Yue Jianhong said confidently.

Xu Feng has always been aware of the atmosphere in the field, but he deliberately ignored it, he just wanted to focus on the name, and didn't want to break the state of mind when the name appeared, although it was only a momentary state of mind, it was extremely precious.

"The mice crawling on the ground and the goshawks flying in the sky are of course different. Xu Feng said calmly.

Yue Jianhong was very satisfied with Xu Feng's attitude, and a contemptuous smile overflowed on her face.

And those Lingnan disciples who had a full understanding of Xu Feng suddenly shook in their hearts, knowing that it was too late to say anything.

Yue Jianhong was proud of the prestige of the Sanqing Daomen again, and was indulging in the pride of subduing the wicked people in Lingnan in a few words, and did not notice the hint of playful disdain in Xu Feng's slightly raised brow.

"This Daoist brother, you should have misunderstood, what I am talking about is that you are the first mouse to climb up, and I am a goshawk flying in the sky. Xu Feng explained calmly and seriously.

Afraid that the other party would not understand, he pointed to the gray and black robes, and then deliberately lifted the green shirt on his body in order to prove it.

Even Xu Feng himself felt that this metaphor of skillfully using the color of clothes was very clever, and he couldn't help but laugh happily.

"You...... Is it crazy!?"

A disciple in a dark color Taoist robe, I don't know if it was because of anger or shock, and the words that trembled all over his body were not good.

Yue Jianhong, the youngest Taoist master of the Sanqing Daomen, is the head of the six great avenues in the Yingdu City, and the favorite disciple of the elders of the Daomen Auditorium.

Rumor has it that the Pope, who is in charge, is also courteous to him.

This name is the idol in the minds of all young Dao disciples, and some beginner disciples will take Senior Brother Yue as an example in the first lesson they are taught, and many disciples deliberately imitate Senior Brother Yue in the process of cultivating Dao Sword.

Because he is quite handsome, he is the perfect Taoist companion in the hearts of countless female disciples.

Xu Feng's words were like a strong wind blowing through Akita, and everywhere he passed, the wheat fields fell one after another, and the shocked, discussed, and whispered voices disappeared in an instant, and only the slight autumn breeze that did not understand the accident was quiet.

These moments when Yue Jianhong felt quiet were the most difficult moments in his life.

The chest under the gray robe rose and fell rapidly, and the smile on his face that had deliberately disappeared forgot to put away.

"I'm going to challenge you, life and death. ”

After a long time, Yue Jianhong said the words in his heart.