The three green lotuses hung high, Yuan Shi Tianzun watched it for three days, three days is really not long for immortals, and it is nothing for saints, it is not enough to take a nap, but these three days are very tormenting for the immortals in the tent, because no one dares to take a nap.

Watching time pass by like this minute by second, it's really slow.

Finally, the saint spoke, "What do you think?"

All the golden immortals were stunned for a moment, and their speed of returning to their senses was a little slow.

After being stunned, his mind was busy and stagnant for three days, thinking, what did the saint ask?

How should I answer?

That's a big question, and it's a hard question to answer.

Burning the lamp's eyelids twitched, but they didn't open.

The Antarctic Daoist glanced at the lantern and moved his gaze to the cloud neutron.

The matter here, the teacher has been handed over to Yun Zhongzi.

The Antarctic Daoist motioned for cloud neutrons to set an example.

Yun Zhongzi was also very helpless, he was rushing the duck to the shelf, and he didn't give him a choice at all, what did he know?

Yun Zhongzi wanted to open his mouth several times, but he really didn't know how to open his mouth, what to say?

Yun Zhongzi's eyes drooped, and he stubbornly blocked the sight of the Antarctic Dao people.

The faces of the Antarctic Daoists are ugly, and Yun Zhongzi just doesn't look at it, and he knows it.

Not to mention Lu Pressure Du'e, although one is 'there is Hongjun first and then there is the sky, Lu Pressure Daojun is still in front', but he has never seen the Zhuxian Array, this is the first time he has seen it, Du Er Zhenren is really a scattered person, a scattered cultivator, and what kind of knowledge, not to mention that this involves the three religions, he is an outsider, or he is safe to look at the nose and nose and heart.

The rest of the golden immortals, if you don't say anything, they all become dumb.

The atmosphere is more stagnant and dead.

Yuan Shi Tianzun's face was as usual, and he couldn't see joy or anger.

"Master ......"

The Antarctic Daoist spoke, and Yuan Shi Tianzun raised his hand to stop him.

Yuan Shi Tianzun said: "The poor Dao wants to go to the Zhuxian Array. ”

All the immortals breathed a sigh of relief.

Yuan Shi Tianzun's second sentence made the immortals raise their hearts again.

"Who is going to pass the book to your Uncle Tongtian?"

Yuan Shi Tianzun's calm gaze swept over the disciples one by one, and the immortal hearts were either constricted or beating wildly.

Especially one person.

"I'm afraid of keeping my grandson, for the sake of the teacher, it's better for you to go. ”

Afraid of Liusun's face, it turned white, but under the calm and extremely majestic gaze of Yuan Shi Tianzun, he couldn't even say a word.

"Disciple...... The disciples follow the instructions of the teacher. ”

Afraid of leaving his grandson, he fell to the ground on his knees and couldn't stand up for a long time.

The Yellow Dragon of the past, the fear of today's grandson.

Yuan Shi Tianzun never hid his dislike for his disciples.

It was also unlucky to be afraid of leaving his grandson, and he encountered the most unpleasant moment when Yuan Shi Tianzun looked at his disciples.

Who made him not control his heartbeat.

It's too timid and afraid.

Yuan Shi Tianzun hated this kind of useless disciple the most now.

The people of Cihangdao escaped.

Afraid of leaving his grandson like ashes, he came to the outside of the Zhuxian Array, and looked at him from afar: "The disciple is afraid of leaving his grandson and asks to see Uncle Tongtian." ”

There was no movement.

Afraid of Liusun moved forward slightly: "The disciple is afraid of Liusun and asks to see Uncle Tongtian." ”

There was no movement.

"The disciple is afraid of leaving his grandson and asks to see Uncle Tongtian. ”

Little by little, he passed over the Shangqing Divine Light of the Tongtian Sect Master's three flowers.

In an instant, there was a red light in front of him, the murderous aura was like a tide, and the murderous machine was like hemp, and he was afraid that his heart was beating in shock, and he was terrified to death, and he hurriedly exclaimed: "Uncle Shi spares his life, and the disciple is ordered to come and vote." ”

"Pitch?" sneered.

It's not the Tongtian Sect Master, but the Turtle Spirit Holy Mother.