Sitting under the cloud bed, on the sixth futon, Hongyun was a little dazed, when the door of Zixiao Palace was wide open, he and his friend Zhen Yuanzi, when they followed a group of colleagues to enter, they also saw this six-colored futon.

He didn't have the idea of occupying it before, at most, he wanted to find a position in the front so that he could hear the saint's sermon clearly, that's all, just entering the hall, for no reason, but there was a desire to occupy it in his heart, and he couldn't suppress it.

As if he was confused, he sat up as if he was under the control of divine power, and after sitting on this futon, he seemed to wake up, and he always felt that there was a great line of cause and effect entangled in him, so he became restless.

At this time, I sat and sit, and it was not appropriate to get up and stand up for no reason, for fear that it would be disrespectful to the saint, so I could only suffer it temporarily.

No one present knew how Red Cloud felt, and all eyes were focused on the last two to come in.

Including the Eastern Princes.

He naturally knows the identities of these two people, and this image, except for Western guidance and quasi-mention, probably does not think of a third person.

Almost everyone present felt that the two of them had lost the identity and demeanor of the Great Luo Jinxian Great Divine Power, and they were quite disdainful, but the Eastern Princes did not have too much contempt, all for the sake of enlightenment, which was not ashamed.

Even if Zhun Ti walked through the famine later, with the respect of a saint, he often did some petty things, and many times it was only for the benefit of Western beings, after all, compared with the East with outstanding people, the West is indeed much poorer.

Therefore, in later generations, he often said, "This thing (you) is related to me in the West." Such words can be understood.

Led and Zhun Ti into the hall, the two of them didn't care about other people's eyes, looked around, and saw that the six-colored futons under the cloud bed already had owners, knowing that these six positions must be very important, the two looked at each other, and said in their hearts, it's still too late.

The guide planned to find a random seat to sit down, but Zhun Ti was unwilling, looking back and forth on the six seats, secretly calculating in his heart.

The three of them in front of him, the breath is connected, the Tao is heroic, at first glance it is extremely powerful, his senior brother is not an opponent at all, the fourth futon, although it is a female cultivator in the middle stage of Da Luo Jin Xian, but there is Fu Xi, a monk in the late stage of Da Luo Jin Xian, behind him, and there are several demon clan Da Luo behind, and it is not easy to deal with.

And the remaining fifth and sixth futons can be planned.

So, Zhun Ti slowly walked to the side of Kunpeng and Hongyun, and fell directly to the ground, crying loudly.

"Senior brother, the two of us worked hard, came from the barren West, came to the chaos after hardships, and found this Zixiao Palace, just to listen to the saint's preaching, but I don't want to even have a position, is my Western monk so miserable?"

Zhun Ti this style made all the cultivators present stunned, the three thousand Hongchen guests in Zixiao are all Da Luo Jin Immortals, and they are all strong people in the flood wilderness, how have they ever seen such a faceless and skinless appearance.

Sure enough, it still needs to be hundreds of thousands of years of senior brothers, Zhun Ti cried, and then he just took a moment, and soon he understood, and the pain on his face was even worse, he also sat down next to him, and the two of them hugged their heads and cried.

"Senior brother, my western road is far and barren, and I don't have a decent Lingbao to hurry, it's really late, and I don't have a seat, how can this be good."

"Woo woo, senior brother, most of the creatures in the West are dull, and they all pin their hopes on us, hoping that my senior brother will return to preaching, but now what if I sit too far away and can't hear the saint's sermon clearly."

The two of them performed, and the six people on the futon were all indifferent, so Zhun Ti was a little anxious, got up and said: "A few Taoist friends, Poor Dao Zhun Ti and my senior brother are introduced from the West, and if the inheritance of the barren land is lost, they must be enlightened by the sage, can you give up the position, so that my senior brother can hear the sage's law clearly, and the poor Dao will thank you for the suffering Western sentient beings." ”

In Zixiao Palace, one is counted as one, and whoever is not a person who has attained the power of the Tao and has a clear mind, who knows the way of being allowed to mention, will close his eyes and meditate silently, without saying a word.

Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, Zhun Ti didn't give up, but walked up to Kunpeng and said, "Fellow Daoist, why don't you get up and give up your seat to Yu Poor Dao." ”

Kunpeng was furious, thinking that if you don't look for anyone, you want to come to me, that is, seeing that I am alone, is it the most deceitful?

He was already vicious, how could he have a good face to show the other party at this time, so he only said one word coldly.

"Get out!"

Zhun Ti's face froze, and he was about to speak again, but he heard a word from the side, which immediately surprised the whole house.

"Since you are a fellow Daoist from the West, then let you let Daoist friends sit here."

The sentient beings present were originally looking at the joke of mentioning and leading, but they never thought that suddenly someone answered, and it was none other than the Red Cloud Ancestor sitting on the sixth futon.

Hongyun travels extensively, and many people present know him, and they all know his name as a "good old man", if so, but he himself is also a real supernatural person, this futon seat is extraordinary at a glance, Hongyun is so stupid, do you really want to give way?

Even his friend Zhen Yuanzi was surprised.

But outsiders don't know, Hongyun is already sitting on pins and needles at this time, after inexplicably getting in place before, because he feels that cause and effect are entangled, he is anxious to get rid of it, and there is no way to do it, so he will mention a performance, so he will find the reason.

As he spoke, he got up and got out of the way, vacating the futon seat, and this time, Zhun Ti on the side also sat down.

Then he said: "Thank you!" ”

Hongyun didn't care, and sat down next to Zhen Yuanzi again with a smile, everyone present thought that he was losing, but in his heart, it was as relaxed as unloading a boulder.

After Zhun Ti got his seat, he didn't give up, turned to face Kunpeng, and scolded: "Everyone here is a virtuous and true immortal, you look ugly, you are a beast, how dare you sit with me, don't quickly retreat and give up your seat, so as not to stain the eyes of the saint!" ”

This time it is really a bit shameless, he was a Taoist friend before, but in a blink of an eye, it was an insult, in addition to coveting this position, it was obviously revenge for the word "roll".

Kunpeng was furious when he heard this, and suddenly burst out with murderous anger: "Zhun Ti, are you looking for death?" ”

"You brute, the poor Daoist brother will be afraid that you will not succeed!"

The side also stepped forward, and the momentum of the two Da Luo Jin Immortals instantly locked it.

Kunpeng's face changed greatly, although he thought that his combat strength was good, but he could not defeat the two brothers Zhun Ti and Jie, but he was really unwilling to ask him to give way, he wanted to stiffen up a little longer, and wait until the saint arrived, but he heard another voice from the side.

"What the quasi-Daoist said is extremely true, you are a wet egg, but you are not qualified to sit at the same table as me, so you don't get up quickly and give up your seat to receive the Daoist."

The one who spoke was the Yuqing Yuan Shi Tianzun, the most heavily born in the Sanqing, he didn't want to help guide and get mentioned, but because he was born to look down on the so-called wet eggs, so he spoke.

"Yuan Shi, you dare!"

Kunpeng was so angry that he couldn't speak.

"How?"

Lao Tzu and Tongtian also spoke together, and the two of them were originally reluctant to participate in this matter, but Yuan Shi opened his mouth, and the three clears were one, and he also needed to express his position.

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