Meng Nan had already planned, and he smiled at the five people present: "The banquet will start soon, but I am a simple person in Qingle Mountain, and there is nothing suitable for the venue, so I am afraid that I will treat you fellow Daoists slowly." ”

Yuan Han believed that it was true, and shook his head when he heard the words, so that Meng Nan did not need to worry: "Just build a big hall at will, and you can accommodate people." They are all immortal cultivators, and no one cares about those vain heads. ”

In fact, he and Meng Nan were only nodding friends, but after the battle for the Mogui Dharma Protector more than 20 years ago, the friendship has warmed up. Although there has been no contact for more than 20 years, as soon as the invitation arrived this time, Yuan Han still came as soon as possible, willing to sell face.

But this time, I discovered the horror of Meng Nan's connections.

In just half a year, almost every few days, Qi Cultivators arrived, and everyone came to see Meng Nan with a smile on their faces.

All have good attitudes.

There is no shortage of respectful ones.

Hundred.

Two hundred.

Immortal masters are like clouds, and they are coming.

The connections of this lord of Qingle Mountain and the giant spirit Daoist are undoubtedly revealed this time.

Yuan Han was suppressed.

And it wasn't just Yuan Han who was suppressed.

In fact, no one present underestimated Meng Nan at all.

What's more, one of the six seats and the strongest combat power is the Qi Cultivator named 'Yellow Shixiong', he was originally a casual cultivator, wandering in the mountains and realms, and it was difficult to be promoted.

Thanks to Meng Nan's help, he gave him a thousand catties of spiritual sand and four big pills, which was a success in one fell swoop and promoted to the law.

In the next hundred years, Huang Shixiong moved to southern Xinjiang, did not cultivate the Tao, did not practice mana, specialized in magic, and traveled thousands of miles a day. With such a high attainment in magic, his combat power is among the top, and he is a moment of brightness with Meng Jian, the immortal master of Erlang Erlang in Guanjiangkou, and he respects Meng Nan as a teacher and a benefactor.

With this kind of network and many descendants, even if Meng Nan stops at one level and one realm, who dares to be contemptuous?

It's just that in order to avoid unnecessary trouble, the show wrist has to be shown.

"What Yuan Daoyou said is reasonable, but since you have come to my Qingle Mountain to appreciate your face, how can you be lazy."

"The venue layout is simple, please come with me."

Meng Nan smiled, got up first, walked out of the hall, and came to the top of Yunyi Peak.

"Brother Meng—"

Huang Shixiong's brows furrowed slightly, not knowing what Meng Nan was going to do.

Yuan Han and the other three were also confused.

However.

As soon as he went out, he saw Meng Nan shake and shake, and his body immediately soared-

Sanzhang!

Five!

Ten zhang!

In just an instant, a person is like a small mountain, standing up to the sky, and his breath is also soaring.

"Djinn's Technique."

"Ten zhang giant spirit, this is Dacheng!"

'Chang Yangzi', who was at the peak of Qi cultivation and one of the six seats, was shocked when he saw it.

The secret technique of [Giant Spirit God] is not uncommon in many mountains in the northwest of southern Xinjiang, and it was once widely spread, but the cultivation consumption is really huge, and it is difficult for the scattered immortal cultivators to bear it, so there are few cultivators.

And Meng Nan took the name of 'Giant Spirit', and his major was naturally this [Giant Spirit God] technique.

But no one knew what level Meng Nan had cultivated this technique to, but this time he took the initiative to reveal it-

Ten Djinn!

It's a big success!

"Dacheng Giant Spirit, Brother Meng's combat power is not at the peak!"

Huang Shixiong was surprised and delighted.

And in front, Meng Nan doesn't care.

He unfolded his giant spirit body, ten feet tall, and grabbed his hand into the void—

Boom Boom!

The void took the shot, and the peak trembled.

A mountain peak hundreds of feet tall was actually uprooted by him in the air, and then thrown it away-

Thundered!

The earthquake trembled, and the mountain peaks shifted.

It's the power of the mountain!

"Shhh

Among the five people on the top of the mountain, one person gasped.

The peak Qi Cultivator Peng Dao was shocked, and said with a wry smile: "Brother Giant Spirit Dao's divine power is towering, I might as well too!" ”

The layman looks at the bustle, and the insider looks at the doorway.

The ability to pull out the mountain with this hand alone is much more difficult than destroying the mountain with the Heavenly Songzi Imperial Sword!

It's two grades entirely.

It is necessary to pull up the mountain and move the mountain, and at the same time, it is necessary to maintain the stability of the mountain and not break it.

It's so hard!

Many peak qi practitioners, such as Zipeng Dao people, may not be able to do it.

As soon as he made a move, he immediately showed his might.

But Meng Nan still didn't stop, changing giants, grabbing them with both hands, standing on the top of the mountain, the mountains were like playthings, at his disposal.

Southeast, northwest, arbitrarily placed.

Flick your fingers and learn at will.

Boom Boom!

The mountain peaks, the earth, the roar resounded through Qingle Mountain.

"It's-"

"What?"

"Huh? That's Brother Giant Spirit! ”

One by one, the Qi Cultivators sensed the movement at the Yunyi Peak in Qingle Mountain for the first time, and when they got up and looked into the distance, they saw the scene of Meng Nan easily arranging the peaks.

"Pull out the mountain!"

"Move mountains!"

Some of them were shocked!

Some of them were surprised!

I didn't expect this to happen, let alone imagine that the 'Giant Spirit Daoist', who has always been inconspicuous, has such combat power in addition to teaching disciples and discerning people.

A body of fame suddenly changed to another level.

In addition to fame and fame, there is more ferocity and prestige.

The immortal masters watched, and the giant spirit god showed his might.

Meng Nan easily manipulated the mountains.

Not long ago, with Yunyi Peak as the center, the surrounding forty-two peaks are high and low, distributed and surrounded, some are flattened, some are pounded, and more than 1,000 seats are formed before and after.

Smoke billowed up.

"Fall!"

With Meng Nan's soft drink, the smoke and dust fell, and the clouds were full of smoke.

This place immediately became a fairy scene.

At this time, Meng Nancai looked around, and said with a smile: "Fellow Daoists, Meng is not well entertained, please take a seat." ”

"Brother Dao is polite."

"Brother Meng is so powerful!"

A group of immortal masters who had already arrived in Qingle Mountain came one after another at this time, landed between the forty-three peaks of Yunyi, smiled at Meng Nan, and talked with Meng Nan.

The atmosphere was harmonious.

Meng Nan also smiled and received them one by one, and then all the immortals sat down separately.

For Qi Cultivators, the distance between the main peaks, more than ten miles and dozens of miles, is simply a short distance away, and there is no delay in listening to the narrative.

And these forty-three peaks, except for Yunyi Peak, there is no difference in the number of seats, three, three, two, two, and two, all of which are arbitrary.

Meng Nan cut the mountain as a platform, and then there were Zhenyuan cultivators picking spiritual peaches in Qingle Mountain, picking strange fruits, shaving yams, yellow essence, Zhilan fragrant Hui, Yao grass and strange flowers, all the same pieces, neat and tidy. Then set up the stone bench and stone table, and arrange the wine and delicacies.

Forty-three peaks, one of them, the newly promoted immortal master 'Xiao Zihui', who had been practicing qi for ten and a half years, sat in a seat, and beside him was his mentor 'Lu Duhu'. This Lu Du Hu has not been promoted to practice qi for a long time, it has only been a hundred years, and he has also received the favor of Meng Nan in the early years, and he has occasional contacts in the past, so this time he is also invited, and he will bring the only qi cultivation disciple under the door to support the scene.

The master and apprentice are often in the mountains and do not have many friends, so this time they sit in the corner and rarely communicate with others.

Xiao Zihui looked at Yunyi Peak, curious and longing in his heart. Looking at the True Yuan cultivators in an endless stream, bringing on all kinds of spiritual fruits, many curiosities-

Gold pill beads, red and yellow fat.

The golden pill beads play the waxed cherry, and the color is really sweet; Red blooming yellow fat ripe plum, fruity and sour. Fresh longan, sweet meat and thin skin; Fire lychee, small sac red core. Lin Yu Bishi even branches, loquat buds with leaves. Rabbit head pears and chicken heart dates, quench thirst and relieve annoyance. Fragrant peach rotten apricot, sweet and sweet like jade liquid elixir; Crispy plum bayberry, sour shade like grease cheese. Ripe watermelon with red sac black seeds, four-petaled yellow-skinned persimmon. The pomegranate is cracked, and the dansha grains are fire crystal beads; The taro chestnut is cut open, and the hard flesh is golden agate. Walnut and ginkgo biloba can be passed on to tea, and coconut grapes can be used to make wine. Hazel pine and cinnamon are full of plates, and orange cane orange is full of oranges. Simmer yam, boil yellow essence, mash Poria cocos and coix, and cook in a stone pot over low heat.

"Even if there is a delicious taste in the sky, how can it be more peaceful than here?"

Xiao Zihui Rao's eyes were wide open after he was promoted to practice qi, but on this day, he couldn't help but be stunned for a while when he saw many spiritual fruits and delicacies.

On the side, Lu Duhu also smiled and sighed: "Meng Daoyou traveled to the mountains in the early years, and many immortal masters in the mountains here are his friends, or they have received his kindness as if they were teachers. Networking is one of them. When he traveled, he searched for different species of spiritual fruits in the mountains, transplanted them in Qingle Mountain, and took care of them. In just a few decades, the weather has come to fruition. When you had not yet advanced to Qi cultivation, the few rare spiritual fruits that you had eaten were sent by this Immortal Master Meng to his disciples. Not only me, but other immortal masters are not bad. ”

Being a man and doing things, this one has nothing to say.

"Immortal Master Meng is really a legend!"

Xiao Zihui was promoted for ten years and practiced penance for ten years before he converged the clouds and mist, and his realm was stable, and he still did not understand the situation in the mountains in the northwest of southern Xinjiang. But when I came to Qingle Mountain today, I thoroughly understood the demeanor and bearing of this Meng Immortal Master.

Discerning people!

You can hunt for treasures!

and he gave up treasures, and did not have them to himself. Every aspect, there is care.

It is no wonder that such characters had a clear combat power before, and the realm was not obvious, but they could eat well in the mountains and hold this banquet.

Xiao Zihui knew and understood at this time.

"Let's go."

"Go with the teacher to toast Immortal Master Meng with a cup."

Lu Duhu didn't say much, called Xiao Zihui, and went to toast Meng Nan.

At this time, the group of immortals sat up, and Yuan Han, Chang Yangzi, Zipeng Daoren, Huang Shixiong, Gu Xun and other five people lined up below according to their teeth.

At this time, such as Lu Duhu and other immortal masters, they took turns to come forward to toast.

In this way, the wine pipe is enough, there is no shortage of melons and fruits, and I drank it for a day.

When it was dusk, he saw auspicious clouds and black wind in the sky, Xiao Zihui was startled, but Lu Duhu was not surprised, and smiled with his disciple Lang: "Erlang Immortal Master is late!" ”

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