Monks, known as "immortals" by mortals, mostly live on floating islands and float in the blue sky. Each floating island is full of aura, and it is a fairyland that mortals will always yearn for.

And this one is the first immortal cultivation sect in the Holy Land of Dongzhou, the Junshan floating island to which the Lingshan faction belongs.

A long white jade staircase stretches all the way up from the mountain gate to the most ornate main hall at the top of the peak. Only important matters will be used here for the head of the house to receive distinguished guests, and today, there are just such distinguished guests.

This is a team of Xuanhe's men: in the middle of the procession, the most eye-catching golden dragon chariot, pulled by two majestic dragons, the dragons are black and shiny, and they glow golden in the sun. On the wide car, there are a few children and men who look like pink dumplings, holding colorful flags and throwing fragrant flowers, which is really swaggering all the way!

Next to the car were some monks who stepped on auspicious clouds, men, women and children, their expressions were full of arrogance, and they looked around with critical eyes.

Seeing the Lingshan monks passing by, they deliberately spewed out a wave of disdain from their nostrils, judging in front of the Lingshan disciples, without concealing it at all.

"The mountain gate of the Lingshan Sect is like this, and above it is the main hall...... It's so shabby. ”

"That is, the concentration of aura is also very average, lifeless. ”

Listening to the discussion of the same door, a noble man in a gorgeous brocade dress in the team poked the middle-aged man who was walking in the front with a fan in his hand.

"Isn't the Venerable Master of the Clouds and Sky in the Mahayana period? Is it true that the only Mahayana predecessor in the world now lives in this kind of place?"

The middle-aged man was quite embarrassed, but he still shook his head - in fact, the Venerable Master of the Cloud Sky is not usually here, and the Junshan Floating Island has been inherited from Lingshan for thousands of years, and the style is elegant and simple, how can it be the same as the local tyrant style of the Mishan faction!

But he knows that these people are clearly here to find fault today, so what's the use of arguing?

The middle-aged man is also a monk, but his hands and feet are clasped with heavy chains, which binds his spiritual power. This team of people also deliberately let him climb the steps with his flesh mortal fetus, and even the whole team followed him to bask in the sun, just to see him make a fool of himself!

The sun was getting higher and higher, and it was very boring to look left and right, and the boy in brocade poked him again: "What's the matter with your Lingshan faction, all the disciples are dressed like mourners?"

The middle-aged man didn't bother to answer him, he lowered his head and climbed seriously, every step was difficult, in fact, he didn't have the strength to speak at all.

"What about you, is it pretending to be dead?" The boy in brocade slapped him in the face with a fan, and finally made him look up.

The middle-aged man looked to the side, and several plainly dressed Lingshan disciples were watching not far away. He stopped and took a breath before replying: "Lingshan disciples must wear uniform clothing in the sect, and it is forbidden to compare with each other in food and clothing. ”

"This is all taught to you by the people of the clouds?"

"Naturally. ”

"Cut, it's really bullshit! You can't eat and wear at will, what kind of fairy is this cultivation!" The boy in brocade sneered and looked up, but saw a streamer flying from the sky.

He frowned and looked at it, it seemed to be a person, and the speed was extraordinary, like a meteor streaked across the sky. This streamer made the person in the Golden Dragon car look sideways, sat up and lifted the curtain to take a look, and put it down with a sigh.

The Lingshan disciples who passed by on the stone steps also saw it, as if they had a relative, and they no longer dared to look at the excitement of this group of guests, so they dispersed in a hurry. And the streamer also quickly approached, a woman stepping on a flying sword, her hair was curled, but the ends of her hair were scattered, and she was torn by the strong wind and hunted and flying.

The people were already approaching, and the sound of the wind she brought with her finally reached the ears of others! A sharp shout made those monks of the Mishan Sect couldn't help but frown.

As a disciple of the Mishan faction, I thought that my fellow disciples were casual enough, but this woman didn't even need to protect her body's true qi, and this kind of style that didn't care about her image at all was really staggering.

The monk was also wearing a sectarian uniform, which was already old and white, but she was dragging a gorgeous golden-red robe in her hand, and the complicated style of the dress was not even buttoned, and it was draped casually on her body. She saw the team here clearly, the flying sword spun, the body folded, the foot kicked, and the whole person jumped off the flying sword.

Like throwing a boulder, she threw herself over, and in the surprised eyes of everyone, she smashed steadily and fiercely on the white jade steps!

She smashed very solidly on the ground, and the protective aura was not used at all, and she was not injured because of her physical strength. Rao is the white jade on this ground is of excellent quality, and it is still broken by her several pieces!

Even the black and gold dragon pulling the cart was shocked and glanced this way—this look was quite spiritual, vaguely with a kind of admiration of "you really dare to do it, I am not as good as you".

The appearance of the female monk made the expressions of those immortals who were usually immortal and immortal bones indescribable.

Today's monks travel to control the auspicious clouds of feng shui attributes, and then use the aura shield, not only to rush fast, but also to avoid wind and rain, and always maintain the posture of immortals;

The brocade-clothed boy put away the fan on the ground, stopped in front of the man, and gritted his teeth when he greeted: "Sect Master Mei, don't come unharmed!"

The nun straightened her waist, and the flying sword she was riding on had just caught up with her, and circled around her with a "whew", forcing the brocade-clothed boy back half a step.

She fixed her eyes on this person and asked blankly, "Who are you?"

The boy in brocade was stunned for a moment, and shouted incredibly: "Mei Yan!

The nun was taken aback by him, and then she was a little weak-hearted, and hurriedly smirked, "...... It's Xuan Ling. Your powder today is too heavy, I don't even recognize it, I'm sorry, I'm really embarrassed. ”

She laughed and laughed, and her gestures were quite naughty of a girl, but in fact she was already a famous monk at the age of 200.

Xuan Ling looked at her like this, and became more and more angry, and the fan in his hand fell hard - this was an ordinary fan, which could not withstand the impact of spiritual power, and directly turned into pieces.

"What powder is too heavy?! Lao Tzu is advanced! Advanced! Lao Tzu is now two realms higher than you, and you dare to be arrogant!"

The female monk Mei Yan, seeing him so angry, showed a shy evil smile: "Aren't you my subordinate defeated, a higher realm, it's not?—— oh and, I don't know if your old injury still hurts after advancing." ”

If it weren't for the so-called "old injury" that she personally inflicted, as well as her unrestrained sword energy, this would be very much like the love between lovers.

Xuan Ling's white noble son's face instantly turned red, and he stomped his feet angrily: "Unreasonable crazy woman!"

With this moment, the auspicious clouds under his feet suddenly turned into a swirling aura, and rushed towards Mei Yan viciously.

However, the flying sword hanging behind Mei Yan swirled like a dragon and a phoenix at this time, quietly shattering this piece of hidden murderous aura, and did not even make a splash.

Mei Yan asked with a smile as if it was fine: "Xuanling Daoyou is really aggressive today, I don't know what is going on here?"

"I have nothing to do with you, don't get in the way!" Xuan Ling's face was cold, and as soon as he grabbed his hands, the two spiritual auras of wood and water re-condensed, turning into countless birds.

The birds soon surrounded Mei Yan, and the sharp beaks pecked at her robe like steel nails, tearing them apart with all their might. Mei Yan was still clutching her robe, but she soon couldn't hold it back, and looked at Xuan Ling with a very ridiculous gaze: "Are you kidding me?"

"How is it possible?!" This aura turned into a hundred birds is one of Xuan Ling's best spiritual arts, although it looks fancy, but the power is extraordinary, any copper wall and iron wall defense, will collapse and collapse under a peck, and it has the effect of destroying the aura of other people's body protection.

But the damn woman was wearing that tattered robe, and I don't know what it was, she didn't wear it properly at all, and she didn't use the robe's own defenses, but she was able to do it with such ease—I don't know, I thought I was really teasing her!

Xuan Ling's heart was indescribably indignant, and his complexion changed from red to purple, from purple to white. He didn't want to do anything, he just wanted to peck at her robe and make this crazy woman embarrassed, but he didn't expect her to be so rough and thick-skinned, and he was obviously two realms higher than the other party, but he didn't put any pressure on her!

On the golden dragon car behind, the man finally became impatient, and blamed him dissatisfiedly: "Xuan Ling!"

When Xuan Ling heard this person speak, he didn't dare to refute it at all, so he obediently retreated and returned to where he should be, but his eyes were still wandering from side to side, obviously unwilling.

The people on the dragon car are also quite a headache, they originally came to Xingshi to ask for guilt, and they must not be entangled in the minutiae and lose their prestige, but Xuan Ling is a little bit of a temperament.

"Mei Yan, get out of the way. The man spoke with a sense of majesty, clearly the superior of these men.

Mei Yan was not timid at all, and hurriedly raised her hands as harmless: "Senior Mingjian, I'm not here to stop you, I'll say a few words to my senior brother." ”

The people in the golden dragon car did not respond, and Mei Yan also took the opportunity to hurry to the front of the line, looking at the embarrassed middle-aged man, his eyes burning: "Senior brother." ”

Although the middle-aged man was tired, he still maintained his demeanor and smiled at him: "Senior sister, long time no see." ”

Mei Yan looked him up and down, and his expression gradually became complicated. "How can it be a long time? Senior brother, it's just a trip to go...... It's only been ten years, and you've even brought back your child. ”

She bent down behind the middle-aged man, and a thin child shrunk behind his robe. The child was still a mortal, half-dragged and half-carried to come here, full of strangers, shy and scared at this time.

However, since someone mentioned himself, he also had the courage to poke a small head out from behind his father. When Mei Yan saw it, she just smiled at him, and the child's face turned red and retracted her head—she thought, what a beautiful fairy sister.

"My sister made fun of me, and I had no choice but to do it. The middle-aged man smiled wryly, hugged the child, and patted him on the back of the head. "Now that I am guilty, Yulian has left this one child...... If the junior sister likes it, you can take him away. ”

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Xuan Ling was very angry and stepped forward to stop: "This child is also the grandson of the head of the family, who will raise him in the future, it is not your turn to decide!"

When Mei Yan heard the hint in Senior Brother's words, she quickly put away her laughter, frowned and asked, "What happened to the 'left' child?"

The middle-aged man replied gloomily: "During childbirth, the spiritual energy is disordered, the blood veins are retrograde, and the spiritual veins are broken...... There is no help. ”

Xuan Ling saw that they were talking as if no one was around, and he was so angry that he released his aura again: "Didn't you hear what I said? Mei Yan, don't you get out of here!"

Seeing that he was angry in vain, a beautiful female monk next to him who looked like a rich flower in the world finally couldn't help but open her mouth.

"I heard that Sect Master Mei has a deep affection for Shen Xuan, it seems that this rumor is true. It's just that Shen Xuandu and Tian Yulian have a child, you still have to entangle, is it really shameless?"

She tried to refute it, but she didn't know what to say, but the monk spoke up again to stop her.

"Sect Master Mei, this matter has nothing to do with you. You have to block the way here, you know that when you brothers and sisters are deeply brotherly, if you don't know, you still think that the female monks in Lingshan are like this...... Frivolous. ”

Perhaps because Mei Yan's appearance just now was too fierce, the nun swallowed the word "cheap" back and replaced it with "frivolous".