The Mountain Gate of the Swallowing Dragon Dao, which is usually very empty, has been surrounded by the crowd of people at this time, and even some elders who have not cared about the affairs of the sect all the year round have floated in the air and looked into the distance, as if waiting for someone.

Wang Mou also mingled in a group of disciples, looking up at the thirteen figures floating in the sky, according to Wang Mou's estimate, these thirteen people should all be in the Creation Realm, but the first one is already at the peak of the Creation Realm, and may break through the realm at any time.

Wang Mou also found Jia Nanxun's figure in this group of people, since the last time he had a late night conversation with Jia Nanxun, Wang Mou has not seen his figure, this time they meet again, Wang Mou always feels that something will happen.

Just when Wang Mou was thinking wildly, a few figures flew in the sky, according to Wang Mou, the cultivation of these people is not very high, but in this place, they can already be regarded as a big man.

The figures gradually slowed down in the air, and finally stopped above the mountain gate.

Several elders of the Dragon Swallowing Dao saw that the guests had arrived, and they hurriedly stepped forward to greet them, and the Dragon Swallowing Dao Sect Leader stood up, stepped forward and said with a smile: "Master Zhang, Master Shi, the two of you came to my Dragon Swallowing Dao together today, I don't know what the so-called matter?"

Two of the few people who came to visit walked out, and it was estimated that they were the two heads of the Dragon Swallowing Dao Sect. The black-clothed man among the two spoke first, and said with a smile: "Master Wang, don't worry, Brother Shi and I are not here to find fault with you, but to give you gifts." ”

The head of the King of the Dragon Devouring Dao couldn't help but be a little surprised when he heard this, the two heads in front of him were the two heads of the other two major sects in Lanjin County, the "Broken Law Sword Sect" and the "Qingxin Cliff".

In the same county, there will inevitably be friction between these three sects, although the relationship between himself and these two heads is not a blood feud, but it is definitely not intimate, today these two rashly visited him was already very surprised, and at this time he said that he came to give gifts, which made Wang Zhangjiao's heart can't help but have a little vigilance.

Seeing the little vigilance of the two sect masters, Shi Zhangmen, who were dressed as white-clothed Confucian scholars, not only smiled slightly, but said: "Brother Wang, don't be nervous, I know that there are some contradictions between the three of us, but I really came here today for a major event that is suitable for the three of us." Why, won't Brother Wang invite us to sit in your house?"

Although Wang Zhangjiao had not let go of the vigilance in his heart when he heard this, he did not want to lose his manners, and made a gesture to an elder behind him, who instantly understood, and said in a deep voice to the disciples below: "All the disciples will be on standby in front of the Dragon Swallowing Palace, and all the elders will go to the Dragon Swallowing Hall to entertain guests." ”

After speaking, several figures in the air took a posture of immortals and flew towards the main hall of the Dragon Swallowing Dao, the Dragon Swallowing Palace.

Looking at the so-called "big guys" in the sky, Wang Mou was helpless in every way, as a person who had seen the real big guy, and even was a big guy himself before, in addition to some Taoist friends who love fame and fortune, they all have their own habits, like what is afraid of heights when they are fifty or sixty feet in the air, they can't move when they look at money, and they are drinking all the time.

People have no habits and can't get along, and people who have been suppressing their own hearts can't touch the avenue. Seeing these second-rate cultivators who had not yet entered the mainstream cultivation realm behaving here now, Wang Mou couldn't help but feel a little helpless.

"Brother Wang, seeing that your expression is not too natural, what's wrong?" Jia Nanxun came to Wang Mou's side at some point and said with a smile.

"It's fine, just remembering something from the past. Wang Mou smiled at Jia Nanxun, for some reason, he has always been full of affection for this strange person Jia Nanxun.

"Brother Wang, you are well-informed, tell me whether cultivators are so imposing to a certain extent. When I read martial arts novels, I felt that such a person was so handsome, and I didn't know when I would be able to wave my sleeves like a master without taking away a cloud. Jia Nanxun looked at the few people who drifted away, and couldn't help but feel envious.

Wang Mou looked at Jia Nanxun like this, and it was not easy to beat his fantasies, if Jia Nanxun knew that the top cultivators were all bastards with strange interests, I don't know how he would feel.

"Well, people with high realms are like that. Wang Mou prevaricated casually. Jia Nanxun saw that Wang Mou affirmed his thoughts, his eyes lit up, and he chattered about his imagination of high-level monks, like what kind of day soars, thousands of miles away to take people's heads, and hundreds of people will be in different places when the sword light flashes.

The more Wang Mou listened, the more helpless he became, you just stepped on the clouds when the sun soared, what is handsome, you can create the realm; such a thing as taking someone's head thousands of miles away is thankless, the farther the manipulation distance, the greater the consumption of spiritual power, it is better to fight face-to-face than to take someone's head thousands of miles away; such a thing as a flash of sword light and a different head of hundreds of people can indeed be done, but a cultivator is not an executioner, killing hundreds of people at once, and it is not a monk of the two realms of evil and demons, who would do such a thing.

But Wang Mou didn't bother to interrupt when he saw Jia Nanxun talking brightly, so he had to echo vigorously, but he couldn't help but think in his heart: If this kid sees those monks who have proved his body, he will probably have his dreams shattered, right?

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Just when Jia Nanxun instilled his views on the cultivation realm to Wang Mou, the atmosphere in the Dragon Swallowing Hall was a little weird.

Wang Zhangjiao, who was sitting at the top, looked at Zhang and Shi who were sitting in the guest seat, and said, "The two Taoist friends have no outsiders here now, can you tell us what the big gift you are talking about?"

Zhang Zhangjiao and Shi Zhangjiao glanced at each other, and Shi Zhangjiao said softly: "Brother Wang, have you ever known the fourth 'silver-faced Dharma King' in the world?"

"Shi Daoyou laughed, the name of the Dharma King is known to everyone in the world, could it be that the great gift that the two of you want to give me is related to the Dharma King?" Wang Zhangjiao heard this, and his heart moved, if he could sign with the Silver Mask Dharma King, the future of his sect would be great. But I don't know how Wang Zhangjiao would feel if he wanted to get involved with the Silver Mask Dharma King being a disciple in his sect at this moment.

"Of course, a few days ago, a distinguished guest came to my Qingxin Cliff, it was the son of the silver-faced Dharma King, the little Dharma King Qi Han. Shi Zhangjiao said unhurriedly while drinking tea.

Wang Zhangjiao's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but say, "If I'm not mistaken, the silver-faced Dharma King doesn't seem to have a Taoist companion, where can he say that a child is here?"

Zhang Zhangjiao, who had not spoken all this time, couldn't help but laugh when he heard this: "Brother Wang, we have guessed thoroughly about the affairs of these Heavenly Immortal Venerables, although it is not rumored that the silver-faced Dharma King has a Taoist companion, but the cultivation exercises are exactly the same, can this be fake?"

Wang Zhangjiao couldn't help but relax when he heard this, the exercises of the Silver Mask Dharma King were recognized as one of the most difficult to imitate in the entire cultivation world, except for the Silver Mask Dharma King and his disciple Pang Men, no one could use the kind of exercises that could accommodate six different true qi. In this way, even if this person is not the son of the Silver Mask Dharma King, then I am afraid that he will have an inextricable relationship with the Silver Mask Dharma King.

Shi Zhangjiao saw that Wang Zhangjiao had become interested in this matter, so he continued: "Brother Zhang and I are not here for anything else, but for the matter of the little Fa King's apprenticeship. ”

"Accept apprentices?" Wang Zhangjiao couldn't help but tremble when he heard this, and secretly said in his heart that this matter was going to be bad, the top combat power and backbone of his sect were actually the same as the other two sects, but in front of the new forces, his own sect was somewhat dwarfed. Except for one Jia Nanxun, who is still a good shot, the other so-called personal disciples are just generals. The other two sects have produced several geniuses in recent years, so it is no wonder that they took the initiative to come to the door, originally to humiliate themselves in this regard.

Zhang and Shi couldn't help but smile when they saw Wang Zhangjiao's reaction, the purpose of the two of them had been achieved, Zhang Zhangjiao smiled and said: "Brother Wang, the little Dharma King has made it clear that the standard for accepting apprentices is only twenty-five years old, and only two people are accepted. Seven days later, Shi Daoyou's Qingxin Cliff will hold a martial arts competition, and ask Wang Zhangjiao to prepare for the students, hahaha......"

Although Zhang Zhangjiao's rhetoric is decent, the meaning of ridicule in it is obvious. Seeing these two people in such a posture, Wang Zhangjiao knew that the two apprenticeship places had been divided between these two people, and his Dragon Devouring Dao estimated that it was difficult to have a chance, and when he thought of a great opportunity to communicate with the top cultivation realm, he slipped away in vain, and Wang Zhangjiao felt unhappy in his heart.

"Haha, thank you two Daoists for coming to tell me at this time, after seven days, our Dragon Devouring Dao will definitely bring our elite disciples to fight. The two of them walked slowly, not sending. Wang Zhangjiao stiffly squeezed out a smile and faced Zhang, and Shi and the others issued an eviction order.

Zhang and Shi both smiled when they saw this scene, they knew that the purpose of coming out to disgust Wang Zhangjiao this time had been achieved. The two of them didn't say anything, the two of them hugged their fists at Wang Zhangjiao and left with their own people.

Seeing that the people had left, the elder beside Wang Zhangjiao asked Wang Zhangjiao with some anxiety: "Zhangjiao, what should we do?"

Wang Zhangjiao looked at the direction in which those people were leaving, gritted his teeth and said, "Gather all the disciples under the age of twenty-five in the sect to train intensively, and after five days, open the treasure house of the sect." And tell them that whoever gets the last place will be promoted to the head of the family immediately. ”

The elder who asked the question heard this for a while, but looking at the resolute gaze of the sect leader, the elder nodded and walked out of the main hall.

The people outside the hall stood casually, which can be regarded as a major feature of the Dragon Swallowing Dao, and the requirements for disciples were relatively loose, and the elders who passed the words looked at the chaotic crowd below, coughed, and deliberately used spiritual power to transmit the sound to everyone's ears.

All the disciples hurriedly stood up to greet them when they heard the voice, including Wang Mou, who was tortured by Jia Nanxun.

The elder who passed the message glanced around at everyone present and said in a deep voice, "The disciples under the age of twenty-five will stay, and the rest will be disbanded. ”

With the order of the elder who passed the message, the people present dispersed, after all, there were still too few people under the age of twenty-five in the sect.

When the dust settled, there were only more than ten people left in the huge open space, and the elder who passed the message looked at these ten or so people, and couldn't help but feel a little helpless.

According to the records of the sect, among these ten or so people, only two of them have escaped the worldly realm, and the rest are all masters of the Qi Condensation Realm, and there are even Wang Mou who is in the middle of the Qi Condensation Realm.

The Elder sighed helplessly, cleared his throat and said in a deep voice: "This gathering of you is for the disciple acceptance ceremony of the Silver-Faced Dharma King's son and the Junior Dharma King Qi Han. ”

Halfway through the elder's words, Wang Mou interrupted: "Elder, the silver-faced Dharma King you are talking about, but the fourth one in the world?"

Although the Elder was a little unhappy when he was interrupted, he didn't want to deal with such a mid-stage disciple of the Condensation Realm, so he replied, "That's right, it's that one. ”

Wang Mou couldn't help but cry and laugh when he heard this, he had an inexplicable son who was born out of nowhere!

(To be continued)