A boat is long, narrow, simple and heavy, rising in the gray sky.

Inside the boat, Fairy Qiuyan sat at the bow of the boat, and behind him sat in a row Yan Yun, Ibekka, Yu Fan and four male cultivators, two of whom were from the ancestral lineage of Tianzhu Peak, and they were all monks who had successfully advanced to the Lingtai Realm this time.

This time, a total of fifty disciples of the Nanshan Sect, including Yan Yun, were qualified for promotion, and six of them succeeded, and the harvest was passable.

It was a surprise that Ibeka was able to seize the opportunity to successfully advance from the only three places in the lower sect, after all, if the lower sect monks wanted to break through the barrier, they usually only produced one in decades.

The city of Montenegro soon became small, like an inconspicuous matchbox.

But in this city, different people have different opinions.

For the disciples of the Battle Master Hall, this is a record of their unbearable pain; For other disciples, Black Mountain City is a kind of yearning and luck, because if you can reach here, you will get the opportunity to advance to the Lingtai Realm.

The aura bubbles of the Black Mountain Netherworld are limited, and it is precisely this year that it is presided over by the Battle Master Hall of Xiaoyao Peak, and it will be replaced by other spirit peaks next year.

Yan Yun took advantage of this opportunity to bring the three senior brothers of Ji Zhao, Qing Chan, and Yuan Tai to this trial, all of which were worth the trip.

Qing Cicada and Ji Zhao had reached the seventh order of the Qi Condensation Realm, and Yuan Tai, who had always been slow to cultivate, had also become a sixth order cultivator of the Qi Condensation Realm.

The spirit boat passed through the fog and arrived at the location of the teleportation array, and as the formation was activated, the seven-colored light flickered, and the spirit boat disappeared without a trace.

I don't know when, in the sky of Nanshan Sect, thick clouds rolled, the sky stretched out a corner, and in the lightning and thunder, the spirit boat suddenly appeared.

"The disciples of the Battle Master Hall of Xiaoyao Peak return to the sect!" The Qiu Yan Fairy's energetic voice sounded.

"The predecessors of Xiaoyaozi have been released, and the disciples of the Battle Master Hall can go to restore their lives!" There was a response from the disciple who was in charge of the Mountain Gate Formation this month.

So, the spirit boat crossed the peaks of the Nanshan Sect and went straight to Xiaoyao Peak.

After a short time, the spirit boat swept past Yanyun's former blessed land and the Battle Master Hall, and slowly climbed to the top of Xiaoyao Peak.

At this point, the whole picture of Xiaoyao Peak is like a gallery advancing layer by layer, and it comes into Yanyun's eyes.

How do you describe what you see?

Yan Yun didn't mean to be pleasing to the eye, but the corners of his lips showed a wry smile.

The so-called Xiaoyao Peak is not leisurely, but more like a palace built by the mountain in the ordinary.

The higher you go, the more delicate and ingenious the paths, the pavilions, the waters, and so on.

When the spirit boat was forty-nine steps away from the peak, a disciple dragged it and anchored it in an open area.

Fairy Qiuyan had a serious expression and led a group of monks to ascend the steps.

There were already hundreds of monks standing on both sides of the steps, they were so respectful that they didn't even dare to move, like a venerable wood carving.

Of course, these monks are acting like this, not because of the people in the War Master Hall, but because Xiaoyaozi, who is in charge of this peak, has left the customs and is personally handling the matter.

Dangdangdang –

When the bell rang, thick white clouds and mist grew from under his feet, and the entire Xiaoyao Peak was in a state of aura.

This pomp and circumstance, I don't know if Xiaoyaozi likes this mouthful, or if the disciples deliberately do it.

In the depths of the clouds, a large hall appeared in front of you, and only the front end of the cornices could be seen, stretching out to the sky exaggeratedly.

Yan Yun followed behind the red-clothed Qiuyan Fairy, and was stepping into the main hall step by step, when he suddenly saw a person out of the corner of his eye, and immediately hugged his fists and said, "Disciple......"

"Haha, don't you dare to bear it!" This person was Yan He, and he couldn't help but be surprised to see that Yan Yun had successfully advanced to the Black Mountain Netherworld for the first time.

Yan Yun saw that this titular master refused to be called his "disciple", so he was silent and waited for the following.

Sure enough, Yan He was like a "smiling tiger", and arched his hand and said: "The blue is better than the blue, although you and I used to be commensurate with master and apprentice, but now it is not what it used to be, you are already at the same level as the poor road, how dare the poor road be arrogant?" ”

The immortal cultivation world respects the strong, and Yan Yun is not polite, and he hugged his fists again and said, "Senior Brother Yanhe!" ”

"Senior Brother Yanyun, you're welcome." Yan He swallowed Yan Yun's three solid Pei Yuan Pills, which was inevitably a little unnatural, his eyes flickered, and he returned the salute with a smile.

At this time, a loud chant came from the main hall: "All the Lingtai Realm monks in the Xuanzhan Master Hall enter the hall, and the master has something to say!" ”

Fairy Qiuyan and Yan Yun and the other six monks immediately lowered their heads, did not squint, and walked into the hall together.

"Don't be inhibited, just keep your heads up." A slightly older voice came.

Yan Yun looked up, but saw an old man in a white robe sitting on the cloud platform in the center of the main hall, and there was no doubt that he was Xiaoyaozi.

I saw that his face was red, as if he was drinking, and his eyes were like electricity, so that people did not dare to look directly.

This awe-inspiring and powerful Xiaoyaozi, Yan Yun's ancestor Yu Zhenzi once saved his life, and the completely different circumstances of the two made Yan Yun sigh in his heart, and at the same time his chest ached faintly - that ancestor who made him extremely respectful!

When Zhu Xiu really raised his head, Xiaoyaozi suddenly shouted: "Bad guy Qiu Yan, are you guilty?" ”

Fairy Qiuyan was shocked, knelt down, and said timidly: "The master is above, and the concubine is guilty......"

"Where is your sin?" Xiaoyaozi said again.

"Concubines should not pass on orders in the name of their masters."

"Who are you calling the shots?"

Under the pressure of Xiaoyaozi, Fairy Qiuyan trembled like a cicada, and suddenly raised her head and glanced at Yan Yun.

Yan Yun chuckled in his heart, thinking that it had something to do with him?

"The concubine should not pretend to pass on the order of the master, so that Yan Yun is the centurion of the Vermilion Bird team......"