The wind and the sun are beautiful, and the figures on the towering lilac building say, and the sound of laughter floats from afar.

Seeing the Light Purple Building from afar, Qi Nanqing made a gesture of please, stepped forward slightly, and flew towards the Light Purple Building first.

Zhang Yan's eyes rolled slightly. There was a murderous motive hidden in the sea of purple flowers, and there were seven or seventy-four hundred and forty-nine female disciples of the Chunming Sect in groups of two, three, or three or five, walking in the light purple group.

Flowers fly and butterflies dance, warblers and swallows.

It's as if you're really enjoying the flowers, wandering around, chasing and playing.

If you look closely, you can find that these women are all carrying long swords and wearing needle bags, which seem to be leisurely, but in fact they are loose on the outside and tight on the inside.

On the lilac floor, each floor is guarded by three or five samurai in tight-fitting Taoist clothes, with their blades unsheathed and very heavily guarded. There was also a group of monks with forbidden powers, their hands tied behind their backs, who were escorted to the eighth floor. Around, there are no less than ten Taoist decorators scattered around the windows.

The two landed directly on the ninth floor. The upstairs banquet has been opened, Yuan Miaozhen sits on the first seat on the right, the first seat on the left is vacant, and there is a middle-aged Taoist priest with black hair and abdomen sitting in the center, with a skin color like a child, with an extraordinary bearing, a long whisk in his hand, and he knows that he is a true cultivator at first sight.

It is the wind waiter in the wind and thunder and the wind and thunder.

Then there were Shan Hongmiao and Bishui Pavilion Chu Rou, and then the thirteen families and young masters in the scattered cultivation lined up in turn.

Zhang Yan saw it for the first time, but he was not a stranger in his memory, most of them were acquaintances, and he greeted them one by one.

Seeing Zhang and Qi enter the building, Yuan Miaozhen got up and left the seat, and pointed to the first seat on the left with a smile: "Brother Zhang's swordsmanship is unparalleled, so he should be seated!"

On the left and right, one was cold and the other was hoarse, and two cold snorts came out at the same time.

A miserable green boy with dark green bamboo patterns embroidered all over his body and black swirls embroidered on his chest and Shan Hongmiao expressed their dissatisfaction at the same time, but neither spoke.

Naturally, the others had no objections.

Zhang Yan's eyes swept the two of them coldly, laughed, and strode to the first seat on the left and sat down.

After slaying the ghost hand and the magic qin, he seemed to have his own aura, and his every move seemed extraordinary in the eyes of people. The eyes of several women present and the outer disciples of Chunming Sect who acted as maids upstairs shot out admiration.

"Senior sister, please take a seat. Yuan Miaozhen pulled Qi Nanqing, the two girls giggled, and sat down side by side opposite Zhang Yan.

Zhang Yan was very interesting to watch. According to the rules, Yuan Miao, a high-level Shenguang truth, should be Qi Nanqing's senior sister, but instead called Qi Nanqing a senior sister. This is not very strange, the two of them are apprentices, maybe the friendship is deep?

But both of them are obviously older than Zhang Yan, but they are both willing to be junior sisters, "Could it be that a woman who cultivates immortals is also afraid of being called old?"

The disciples of the five sects upstairs all have Divine Light Realm cultivation, and the rest of the families and scattered cultivators are at least in the early stage of Divine Light, but they are not exactly the faces that appeared at the lotus porridge banquet. The age is below Jiazi, and it is really worthy of the words "good qualifications".

The innocence of the origin is barely counted. But it's easier said than done. The dispute between sects and loose cultivators is essentially a conflict of interests. What kind of treatment can be given by winning over the leaders of the scattered cultivators? Being equal to the disciples of the sect will damage the cohesion of the sect, and if there is no equality, everyone knows how much anger the people are because they are not paid for the same work.

The five factions of Longshan have the upper hand, although they are willing to take precautions, they are not willing to pay much. On the contrary, casual cultivation and casual cultivation are in a group for warmth, there is an urgent need, and the sincerity is more sufficient.

Yun Linzi also talked to Zhang Yan about this meaning, and the master and apprentice actually didn't care much about the proposal of the Chunbo Fairy. did not receive the handbook from the master Zun Feijian, and Zhang Yan knew in his heart that the formation of the club this time was mainly to make contacts and maintain the alliance of the five factions.

The rest can be done if you can do it, and it doesn't matter if you can't do it.

The Storm Daoist on the main seat coughed lightly.

Zhang Yan's gaze shifted and focused his attention on him, "This is the place of Chunming Gate, but it is not Yuan and Qi who sit on the throne, these days when I am not there, the wind has already taken the lead?"

"Senior Brother Zhang, you know most of you here, so I won't introduce you one by one. But today, there are a few new friends who will participate in the grand event. The Tempest Daoist stretched out his hand and pointed at the miserable green boy who was snorting coldly just now.

"The young master of the Witch Horse Sect, the rising star of the Python Poison Mountain. As he spoke, he turned to the young man and said, "The name of Senior Brother Zhang of the Shan Sect, Brother Wuma Xian has also heard a lot in the past few days, and when I see a real person today, I should not hurry up and toast a glass of wine." ”

The miserable green boy arrogantly raised the wine glass in front of him and said: "Wu Ma Lotte has seen Brother Zhang, and I have heard for a long time that Brother Zhang is the first talent, and he is trying to ask Brother Zhang for advice, and then ask Brother Zhang for advice!"

Although this person is handsome, his forehead is narrow, his lips are extremely thin, his face is pale, and his eyebrows are faintly black. Looking at the direction of his peach blossom eyes, Zhang Yan understood where the hostility came from.

Both parents died when he was young, and then he has been in business for many years, Zhang Yan's character has both ruthlessness and forbearance. If it is said that before the crossing, he encountered this kind of flying vinegar of the second ancestor, and he had nothing to do with Qi and Yuan, and it was better to have more than one thing, he must have endured this breath and did not fight for will.

But the change of mentality since the crossing, combined with the two memories to realize the difference between the Xiuzhen world and the earth, Zhang Yan smiled slightly, put down the yellow in his hand, turned his wrist, took the cup, held the pot, and poured the wine, until Wu Ma Lotte was impatient to wait, and the green tendons on his forehead were raised, so he raised his glass and drank it all.

Syllable!

Wu Ma Lotte was so angry that he didn't care about drinking, so he slapped the wine glass down.

Wine spills over the rim of the glass.

Without waiting for him to attack, the Storm Daoist preemptively said: "There is another one who is Su Minyu, Brother Su Xian, who is also from Python Poison Mountain. ”

At the end, a monk who looked like a scholar was gentle and elegant, and raised his glass to greet him from afar: "I have admired the name for a long time, and I respect Brother Zhang!"

"Brother Su, please!"

The two had a drink together.

Seeing that the two were in harmony, Wu Ma Letian's eyes were angry.

"Su Minyu, it looks like you also have a mid-stage cultivation of divine light, and you are a leading figure in any mountain where you put your cultivation, why have I never heard of you? Where did you come from, you dare to pretend to be a person from the Python Poison Mountain!"

Nine rivers and eighteen mountains.

In the world where the Immortal Dao exists, the Immortal Cultivator itself represents the most powerful violence. No matter how strong you are the lord and the king, the virtuous minister and the fierce general, the hero is a million, and you throw the whip and cut off the stream, you can't compete with the Xianmen sect.

The Xianmen sect relies on aura, and the distribution of aura, which follows the leylines of mountains and rivers, and the blessed lands of the caves and heavens where the aura is abundant and created are distributed in the famous mountains and rivers.

Therefore, the geographical division is not bounded by mountains and rivers. On the contrary, the mountains and mountains where Xianmen is located, and the large rivers and lakes are the center of the region.

The entire ancient land is divided into twenty-seven pieces according to the aura and power habits. The five sects of Longshan that occupy the largest concentration of spiritual energy in the spiritual veins of Longshan and the blessed land of the cave are the masters of the Longshan region. To the west, passing through Gasha Shamen Mountain and Liuhua River, it is the area of Python Poison Mountain.

The Poison Sect is one of the three dark and one bright and four immortal sects of the Python Poison Mountain, and its status is equivalent to that of the five sects of Longshan.

Wu Ma Letian is the young master of the Poison Sect, and he said that there is no Su Minyu in the Python Poison Mountain, that is, there is none, and the credibility is extremely high.

Everyone at the banquet looked sideways and looked at Su Minyu.

The Wind Daoist coughed dryly and said: "Brother Su Xian was born in the Python Poison Mountain and cultivated the Su family, but since he was a child, he learned art in the Haijin Water Pavilion in the gorge, and it is common for the young master of Wuma not to know it. ”

Jinshui Pavilion is a small faction in the Inland Sea of the Gorge, and it is 108,000 miles worse than the Poison Sect. The corners of Wu Ma Letian's mouth twitched, and he smiled contemptuously: "Oh, it turned out to be a child of the Su family, the tall foot of Jinshui Pavilion." I remember that there was a man named Su Xiaowen who was an attendant next to Zong Boyan of Guangming Mountain, I don't know who it is you?"

The irony is palpable.

Su Minyu remained silent and said lightly: "It's my cousin." ”

Wu Ma Lotte laughed wildly, and was about to speak, but was interrupted by the Storm Dao man, "There is no problem with Brother Su Xian's background, but there is indeed one more among us, who is not sure of the poor Dao." Brother Gu, you said that you were born in the Inland Sea, but Brother Su Xian also said that he had never heard of you. ”

"Hehe, Gu Mou is not famous, and he has never dealt with Jinshui Pavilion, so it is not surprising that Brother Su does not know. ”

"Oh, but the poor Dao sent someone to investigate, how did you come across a portrait, the person in the painting is very similar to you, how can Brother Gu explain?"

The Tempest Man reached out and pulled open a scroll and held it in his hand.

In the portrait, a vivid and slightly dark young man is very similar to the person sitting at the bottom of the head. There are also two lines of black letters next to it: "Gu Lei, a traitorous disciple of Quliang Temple, can get five small Bodhi Dans by holding this person's head." ”

"I! I!" The slightly dark young man in the lower seat opened his mouth to discern, and suddenly set up his sword light and rushed out of the building, "There is no master here, there is a place to keep the master......!"

A sharp wind sounded, and a small sword shot out of the sleeve of the Tempest, piercing through Gu Lei's back heart and out of his chest.

Guray screamed and fell to the bottom of the stairs.

The Storm Dao person took back the little sword as if he had nothing to do, and said: "The affairs of Quliang Temple should not be taken care of, but this person who hides his identity and sneaks into Longshan can't ignore it. If there is anyone here who doesn't want to reveal their identity, it's okay to leave, and it's okay to explain it privately to Poor Dao, otherwise, after today, don't blame Poor Dao. ”

Everyone here, except for the disciples of the five factions, most of the scattered cultivators and the children of the family are from Longshan, which can be said to be clear and understandable. The identity of the rest of the witch horses is undoubted, and Su Minyu was guaranteed by the Storm Dao people, although he said it fiercely, in fact, he was okay with everyone at the table.

After a pause, seeing that everyone upstairs had no objections, the Storm Daoist said: "In addition to hiding their identities, there are also a lot of people from foreign sects who have infiltrated them. In the past ten days, no less than ten people have been found after a brief investigation. ”

He slapped his palms three times in a row, and on the eighth floor, two disciples of the Wind and Thunder Sect escorted a monk who had been forbidden to come up.

"Loose cultivation Li Jie, accept the benefits of Zi Tianfeng's disciple Chai Yuming, inquire about the news of my five factions, and deserve to be punished for the crime!"

With the word "chop", exiting, the Taoist priest wearing a tight-fitting costume on Li Jie's right raised his long sword, made a knife with a sword, and slashed it diagonally.

Grunt, a human head rolled off.

The Taoist priest on the left stretched out his hand and grabbed it, lifted his head to face the banquet, and placed it on the floor in front of him.

"Loose ......"

"Loose ......"

"Loose ......"

The voice of the voice was out, and the heads of the people rolled down.