Nancang Sect, the outer gate, a slightly pure Taoist temple on the top of Mengyang Mountain, dozens of monks sat in it arguing with each other, and the middle-aged monk with a national character face who was still closing his eyes and recuperating suddenly opened his eyes, "Enough!", at the same time, a strong momentum swept across the entire Taoist temple, so that the rest of the monks who had gradually become a little red immediately shuddered, and the cultivation of Yuan Dan's peak was suddenly revealed.

The middle-aged monk stretched out his fingers and kept tapping rhythmically on the stone table, "No matter who is standing behind you, you are first of all the hall masters and deacons and elders of the outer gate", the middle-aged monk paused when he said this, and glanced at the few people who had the most fierce dispute just now, and several people immediately lowered their heads, and none of them dared to look at him.

"This trial of the outer sect sect, although it is only for the disciples of the sect in the early stage of condensation and below, but it is also reckless," the middle-aged monk said and glanced around again, "This time the Yunmeng Demon Clan of Ten Thousand Snake Island has suffered a big loss, if the trial is scheduled for Yunmengze, it will definitely regain face at any cost."

As soon as the words fell, a few people showed displeasure on their faces, and the middle-aged monk was unconscious, "The Blood Demon Sect has recently produced a holy son, and it is the time to make trouble with the wind and rain, as long as it doesn't provoke us, don't care about those crazy people," the middle-aged monk slowly withdrew his right hand, "There is a tide of migratory beasts in Lubo Mansion, I think this outer gate trial will be set in Lubo Mansion" After the middle-aged monk finished speaking, he didn't care about the people who looked at each other, and turned into a white light and fled.

The middle-aged monk set up a retreat all the way, but his heart was quite dissatisfied with everyone just now, it has been an eventful autumn recently, the surface of the sect is not turbulent, in fact, the undercurrent in the interior has already been turbulent, the middle-aged monk with the peak of Yuan Dan cultivation as the general leader of the outer door, the identity can be said to be only under the first and one cadre of the sect of each peak, but he also just wants to get out of the matter, and the group of deacon hall masters under his command still have to step into this whirlpool of accidentally broken bones, which really makes the middle-aged monk secretly annoyed.

After a while, the middle-aged monk put away his light and walked into a spiritual grass garden located not far from Mengyang Mountain, a scar-faced old Taoist lay on the bamboo mat without any image, and scratched his chest from time to time, a layer of hazy water shrouded the entire spiritual grass garden, making the entire spiritual grass garden look vibrant.

The middle-aged monk took a deep breath and tidied up his clothes, "Master, the location of the outer gate trial has been decided, but I don't know where the head is", the scar-faced old man who had just closed his eyes slightly jumped up, "I didn't even have a sword to kill directly to Tianchi, just an outer gate trial site, what else can the head senior brother say?" I said that Bai Jingwen and Xu Guanwen are the two old boys who are more and more cultivating, and the more they cultivate, the more they go back, they are dignified and real, and they have to keep pointing fingers at the affairs of the juniors, and they are not happy."

The middle-aged monk secretly slandered the scar-faced Taoist, the Tianshui Sword has a great reputation in the Lancang Immortal Cultivation Realm, and the Tianshui real person has been added to the position of the palace master of the Ziyi Palace in the six palaces of Nancang, since he became the palace master, he has basically not been in the Ziyi Palace, he has gone out to fight and kill, if it were not for the deep roots of the Nancang Sect, Rao is the cultivation of the middle stage of the Yuan Shen, and he would have to endure all the hardships.

Of course, the middle-aged monk could only slander silently in his heart, and he would never dare to say these words. Scarface jumped up and down for a while, then lay down on the bamboo mat again, and waved his hand at the middle-aged monk, who said goodbye with a sneering face. When he just turned around, he suddenly raised his eyebrows, and then suddenly raised his palm, in which two words appeared, his expression was dignified, and he looked at the old man on the bamboo mat who had closed his eyes again, but the old man looked like he had fallen asleep soundly, and the middle-aged monk did not stay any longer, and left in a hurry.

In the underground secret room, after a burst of whispering between the two black shadows, after one black shadow left, the other black shadow stayed silently in place, it was Bai Yi'an, who silently played with the letter in his hand, and suddenly laughed lightly.

Qingyang Peak, in a plain pavilion, a middle-aged monk with a calm face and a gossip robe was standing quietly in front of a Dan furnace, and behind him was a young man in brocade clothes and jade belt, with a crown on his head kneeling tightly on the ground. The middle-aged monk didn't say a word, and waited for the furnace of elixir to be practiced without hurry, holding a jade bottle, and after the pill was all in it, a pill suddenly flew out of the jade bottle and fell in front of the young man.

The middle-aged monk turned around at this time, did not look at the young man kneeling on the ground, and walked straight out of the door, and after the middle-aged monk left, the young man dared to look up at the pill on the ground, the pill was round and round, the surface was flawless, and the quality was good, but the aura on it was dim, and there was a slight fishy smell, which was clearly a waste pill. The young man's face turned pale for a while and then gradually darkened, and he picked up the pill on the ground and held it tightly in his hand, and the originally round pill suddenly turned into powder.

Qinghao Peak, the Xu family's land, a bunch of Taoists are sitting on futons, discussing something together, the Taoist people at the head keep shaking their heads and nodding, the same scene also happened in all corners of the night of Cangnan Sect, as if a gust of wind blew, whether it was the grass that no one cared about or the branches and leaves of the towering trees, they all began to swing slightly with the wind.

Cangyun Palace, a middle-aged beauty in a white dress and a young Taoist with a draped hair sat cross-legged opposite each other, and the young Taoist with a blank hair said to the middle-aged beautiful woman with an indifferent face while making tea, "This cloud cliff fog tip is the treasure of Qing Xuanzong, last time it was falsely obtained from Benchen Lao Dao, it took three dollars in a hundred years, senior sister, you must try it." ”

The middle-aged beauty still looked indifferent, "Senior sister, I don't cultivate swords, the tip of the cloud cliff and fog is known as the holy product of sword cultivation, I'm afraid I will disappoint my senior brother with a pot of good tea", the young man with the hair laughed dumbly, "The name of Tianqin Zhenren is loud and tight outside, even if the old man is here, this tea will be happily offered."

The middle-aged beauty didn't answer, just stared at the clothed young man, and the clothed young man suddenly showed a wry smile, "It's better to be sparse than blocked, it's better to be sparse than blocked, the time has not come, the time has not come", the young woman shook his head again and again after speaking, and then played with the tea set in his hand again, the helpless look on the middle-aged beauty's face flashed away, but the expression quickly returned to indifference, and the two of them were silent to each other, so that the already empty hall suddenly fell into an indescribable silence.

Zhaoyang Peak, the silver-haired old man was slowly pacing in a courtyard, and after a while, three young monks hurriedly came, led by a young man dressed in black Xuanjia, with a red cloak behind him without wind, his expression was calm, his eyes were resolute, and he looked weathered. The next young man was dressed in a plain Confucian robe, his expression was flying, and the confidence in his eyes could not be concealed, and the last handsome woman was dressed in a purple Luo gauze, and a touch of colorful clouds were embellished on it.

The silver-haired old man smiled and nodded to the three of them, motioning for the three of them to follow him into the room and sit down, and the four of them sat in the same place, and the woman in Luo Xi couldn't help but speak, "I heard that Senior Brother Ling Xi went to the Ice Moon Culvert, I don't know how he is now", the silver-haired old man smiled slightly when he heard this, and the other two looked strange, and the face of the woman in Luo Yi suddenly had a slight glow, " Ling Xi's cultivation has reached the peak of the Yuan Dan, and there is no way to enter under the Yuan Shen, and ordering him to go to the Bingyue Culvert as a teacher is also to let him polish his mind, with the strength of Ling Xi's contemporary true inheritance, even if he does not have Nan Li in his hand, it will not be a big problem. ”