"You're welcome."

Many Zhuji respectfully bowed their heads to meet them, and Jiang Ding walked through them and found a place second only to the main seat and sat down.

In the world of cultivating immortals, you can't be polite in this regard.

If you dare to let it, they will dare to take an inch, and unceremoniously think that you have declined, and more temptations and troubles will follow.

It's not daunting, but it's not necessary.

Close your eyes slightly and enter a semi-cultivation state.

Lei Linghe waited for this to get up, glanced left and right, and could see that the other party was relieved, and there was a deep unwillingness.

Half-step Jindan combat power!

Such a character, and so young, his status is only below the two ancestors.

Truly deserved!

No matter what Uncle Shi thinks in his heart, he has to say it himself.

"Zhou Sleepy Dragon and I were born at the wrong time."

Lei Linghe sighed as he spoke to an old friend.

The hall of the sect is quiet and solemn, the needle can be heard, and occasionally there is a fluctuation of divine consciousness, which is also fleeting.

In the end, it was completely quiet.

"Elder Taishang, here!"

"Old Ancestor Zhou, here!"

Lei Linghe sang loudly, and the sound spread for miles.

Jiang Ding opened his eyes, and there was an old white-eyebrow cultivator on the main seat above the main hall of the sect, a middle-aged man with a wild temperament, and the faint Jindan coercion yearned to spread, making people involuntarily hold their breath.

"Little junior brother, although there are many messages, we haven't seen each other for twenty-five years, right?"

The white-eyed old cultivator blinked his eyes and said.

I also felt some emotion in my heart.

It's only been twenty-five years, and a mortal child brought back that year has now been cultivated in the middle of the foundation building, and his combat power is enough to intimidate the foundation builders.

There is a sense of vicissitudes and the world is changing.

"Thank you, Senior Brother, for taking care of you all these years."

Jiang Ding smiled slightly, and the rumor replied.

"I also want to thank the second senior brother for his great gift, I have benefited a lot over the years."

Say hello to Wednesday Yan again.

"It's okay, it's just a little bit of floating money."

Fire Vein Jin Dan said in anger on Wednesday.

Lei Linghe led the sect to build a foundation in a neat queue and knelt down in unison.

"Knock, Elder Taishang!"

"Knock and see, Old Ancestor Zhou!"

Zhong Zhuji knelt on the ground with his knees together, put his hands on the ground and cushioned his forehead, and bowed respectfully.

Jiang Ding's expression was calm and he sat down in his seat.

He and Qiyu Jin Dan are brothers, and they don't need to see anyone except for the last generation of Supreme Elder Jin Lian, who has been dead for many years.

In my heart, I don't like kneeling down to immortal cultivators.

But it's also appropriate.

Don't look at these Zhuji being mouthed by others outside, uncles, seniors, in fact, they are all two Jin Dan Looking at the doll growing up to the present, there is nothing wrong with kneeling with the respect of elders.

"Disciples, please get up."

The white-eyed old cultivator waved his sleeves, and Zhong Zhuji only felt a gentle force dragging him, and he couldn't help but stand up, bowed again, and stood honestly in the hall.

"Patriarch Qiyu Zhenren, three thousand years ago, had the opportunity to create this sect."

"There is a treasure left, called the Nine Apertures Golden Spirit Tree, which bears fruit in nine hundred years, after being picked, it is sealed in the forbidden place of the sect, and it is opened once in four hundred and fifty years, and one disciple in the sect is selected to give it."

"This is the great love of the patriarch for my disciples."

The white-eyed old cultivator said slowly, falling into some memories.

It is said that when the patriarch Qiyu Zhenren was there, the rule set was that four or five golden fruits were to be fought for by the disciples with merit, qualifications, and fighting methods.

After the patriarch sat down, the number of disciples who could fight for it continued to decrease, from four or five every four or five hundred years, to two or three, and only one now.

This history, gradually, is known only to the Jindan monks of the sect.

"Time flies, and it is another four hundred and fifty years, and all the disciples must not forget the hardships of the patriarch who opened the way for us."

The white-eyed old cultivator said slowly.

"Disciple, never dare to forget!"

Lei Linghe, Zhou Sleepy, Li Qingyun and others said in unison, their hearts were stirring, and some people's eyes were slightly red, as if they remembered the arduous path of the ancestor who had accumulated one spirit stone and one spirit stone.

This is the ideological inheritance of the Seven Feather Sect. ’

Jiang Ding watched silently.

No one would pretend to be able to see through it at a glance in front of Brother Jindan.

Even if Zhou Sleepy Dragon and others are insidious and cunning, and do not regard other people's lives as their lives, they have a belonging to the sect, which is where he grew up and lived for many years.

Although, after weighing it for a long time, it is not that it cannot be sacrificed, but there is.

"Hahaha!"

"Brother Zhou, Brother Li, why don't you call this king when you wait for this party? Didn't you think that this king would get drunk after drinking 3,000 catties of spirit wine? ”

Outside the main hall of the sect, there was a shocking laughter, which was extremely heroic, and without waiting for a response, he broke in forcefully.

Many foundation builders were afraid, detached from the emotion of remembering the ancestors, and looked at the place where the pressure was as heavy as a mountain.

A bird-headed man with a crown-shaped colorful feathers.

and a charming and plump young woman with three flaming red and fluffy tails behind her flew into the main hall, followed by General Mo Yu and Princess Red Kite, who were coercive and violent, and walked over step by step.

"Meet the Lord of the Red Flame Country!"

"Meet the Peacock King!"

Lei Linghe, Li Qingyun and the others hurriedly spread out to both sides as if they had seen two mountain peaks smashed over, for fear that they would be knocked into powder if they made a slight mistake.

After a long distance, he saluted respectfully.

Demon cultivators, all of whom are physically strong, can even be hard to connect the magic weapons of monks of the same level, for low-level monks, it is a sacred mountain to crush over, without any exaggeration.

Jiang Ding's eyes flashed, looking at the two newly emerged big demons.

The information of the Seven Feather Sect came to mind and compared it with his own observations.

The young woman dragging three fluffy fiery red tails is the Red Flame Lord of the Tushan Demon Country, the great demon in the late stage of Jindan, who is good at a steady stream of fire spells, and is not weak in melee combat.

The Peacock King is the firstborn bird-headed man with a crown-shaped colorful feathers, the early realm of Jindan, a five-colored divine light in one hand, it is said that he does not receive anything, and specializes in restraining long-range attacks.

Under the pressure of the violent Jindan, many Zhuji bowed down.

The trio who also remained plain.

White-eyed Lao Xiu, Wednesday Yan, and a young man in Tsing Yi sat in place, looking at them quietly, not knowing what they were thinking.

The others were all trembling under the coercion and evil aura deliberately generated by the Jindan Great Demon, and they were almost suffocating.

"Oh?"

The demon clan is strictly hierarchical, and the Peacock King doesn't like it in an instant.

A cold color flashed in the bird's eyes, gave up the straight route, bypassed the road, and walked to the young man in Tsing Yi who was sitting upright, and smiled coldly.

"Where did you come from, junior, didn't your parents teach you etiquette?"

"Dare to stand in the way of the king?"

Roar!

Faintly, the evil aura condensed by hundreds of years of hunting and killing, and there were the wailing voices of ten thousand beasts and human souls, all of which were suppressed towards the young man in Tsing Yi.

It is enough to make the peak monk of the foundation building insane, hallucinate, and even seriously injured his soul under the impact of divine consciousness and evil qi, and it is possible that the path will be cut off.

"The Peacock King, my mother, educated me well."

Jiang Ding smiled at him.

His eyes are calm and clear, and he is very friendly.

"Look for death!"

The Peacock King was furious, suddenly turned his face, surrounded by a claw of five-colored divine light, and slapped downward.

Rumble!

The sect's great array roared, dozens of kilometers of wind and clouds changed color, Dao Dao thunder patterns were born in the sky, and the violent celestial phenomena that were extremely terrifying at the Jindan level appeared instantly, stirring the aura of heaven and earth restless.

The main color of the Red Flame Country changes.

The Peacock King's hand that was about to touch Jiang Ding's head stiffened.

Looking around, a white-eyed old cultivator looked at this quietly, and a seven-colored stone tablet appeared behind him, flashing with spiritual light, and the terrifying aura changed back and forth between the best magic weapon and the top magic weapon.

The Seven Feather Sect inherits the treasure, the Seven Elements Monument!

Beside the white-eyed old cultivator, Wednesday Yan held up a flame mountain magic weapon with rising flames, and he also didn't say a word, and the coercion of the middle stage of Jindan loomed.

Formation, monk.

Under the concentration of so many coercion, the Red Flame Country Lord was fine, but the Peacock King in the early stage of Jindan seemed to be suppressed by mountains, his mana was stagnant, and the terrible danger of Dao death clearly appeared in his heart.

There was a chill in my heart and a chill down my spine.

"Haha!"

The Peacock King laughed loudly, wiped the dust with his left paw, brushed away the air in front of Jiang Ding, and praised: "The Seven Feather Sword is worthy of being the Seven Feather Tianjiao, it is better to be famous than to meet, but it is much more than my son." ”

"You're overrated."

Jiang Ding smiled slightly, extremely polite.

(End of chapter)