Chapter 207 Three goes to the other

Martial Dao Immortal Island, on the square in front of the main hall, with the sect leader as the center, there are enough 10,000 and eight hundred monks, the number of the unity meeting, as for the people who listen to the sermon under the square, that is, there are countless people, accounting for fifty percent of the monks in the wilderness, that is to say, the sect leader's preaching this time, the disciples of this sect are not included in the scope of listening, but have other arrangements.

“...... There is no end to the Dharma of Taoism, stick to your original heart, never bend and not give in, conform to the righteousness of the Great Dao, and eventually become enlightened!"

Then there was no more voice from the Sect Master, which meant that the sermon had ended, and a moment later, the Sect Master cast a spell to wake up the people who were listening to the sermon, and spoke again.

"This sermon has been preached for 500 years, and today it is successful, and I will include three disciples!"

As soon as these words came out, the originally chaotic scene suddenly quieted down, and both the monks on the square and the monks under the square were all staring at the sect leader with eager eyes, hoping that good luck would come to them.

After a long time, in the anticipation of the listeners, the sect leader looked at a monk on the square and said, "Duckweed, you are willing to worship me as a teacher!"

Duckweed is a Terran female cultivator, sitting in the sixth row in front of the sect leader, Jin Xian Xiuwei, average qualifications, superb, born when Xuanyuan just took over as the human emperor, six years old, the contradictions between the tribes of the human race broke out, and there are Chi You chaos, the human race war broke out, when the people fled with the clan, they witnessed their parents and elder brother in order to protect themselves, died in the war, by chance, fell into a sinkhole, luckily did not die, but for a six-year-old girl, in such a situation, I am afraid it is only a short life.

But duckweed after experiencing such a life change, but it is mature, with inexplicable faith, fighting against the harsh environment, surviving in the cracks of the beast, ten years later, out of the sinkhole, joined the Xuanyuan army, the southern and northern war, the battle is brave and fearless, outstanding achievements, soon won Xuanyuan's appreciation, for a general, after a few years, the enemy, but duckweed did not have any sense of revenge, what if the enemy died? Who will return my parents? Who will return my brother?

After Xuanyuan's victory in the crusade against Chiyou, duckweed relied on the martial arts of the human race to spread the martial arts, and was born into a local immortal fruit position, and one day I heard that the Terran Holy Master of the East China Sea Martial Arts Immortal Island was going to talk about the Great Road, and went away, after a lot of hardships, and finally arrived at the Martial Arts Immortal Island, and failed a thousand times on the ladder before he got a place on the square.

The five hundred years are very satisfying for duckweed, and the cultivation is already a golden immortal cultivator unconsciously, so that he can go to the underworld and have a lot of protection, as for whether he can see his parents and brother again, he can only resign himself to fate, after all, there is a witch cult to guard the underworld today, and duckweed really dare not ask for the luxury of worshipping under the holy master.

After the sect leader spoke for a long time, duckweed was still sitting on the square, and just when there was a lot of discussion around him, he came to his senses, and hurriedly got up and knelt down, and hit his head on the square, not knowing how to answer.

Just when the duckweed was in a panic, thinking that the sect leader would be furious and reprimanded him and drive him out of the martial arts immortal island, the sect leader's warm voice came again.

"Duckweed, are you willing to worship me as a teacher!"

"Disciple... Sincere... Bye... See... Master!"

When duckweed heard the words of the sect leader, she was inexplicably moved, trembling all over, and said with tears in her eyes.

"Good!"

The sect leader didn't say much, just said a good word, and then waved his right hand, a breeze will still kneel there duckweed up to the figure, the day after tomorrow, the nine white lotus appeared at its feet, the dazzling white light flashed, duckweed's original military general costume has disappeared, but it is replaced by a unique costume of martial arts, the color is the same as the costume worn by the sect leader, the same white uniform, the right chest is printed with a small and delicate pattern, it is a plant, the same as its name, it is called duckweed.

Speaking of the Nine Rank White Lotus, there are only nine plants in this desolation, and they are all in the hands of the sect leader, at the earliest, first gave one plant to the Ziguang couple, and then gave one to his Taoist companion Changxi, plus six disciples have been received before this, the nine white lotus has been distributed, but in order to satisfy his personal preferences, the sect leader used the precious innate spirit treasure to exchange it from the hands of the above three people, of course, as the closest three people to the sect leader, there will be no dissatisfaction.

The sect leader waved again, the nine-grade white lotus, carrying duckweed, came to the back of the sect leader to stand still, and then the sect leader's eyes began to sweep to the group of listeners, everyone hurriedly put aside distracting thoughts, put themselves in the best state, and also had more confidence in themselves in their hearts, after all, a golden immortal has a play, what else is impossible for him.

After a long time, the sect leader's voice came again: "Zhenye, are you willing to worship me as a teacher!"

Zhen Ye is a ray of sun essence fire, sitting in the first row on the left side of the sect leader, has practiced for a long time, is the top master of the Da Luo Golden Immortal, half a step into the quasi-holy realm, after the Lich Tribulation, the form is excellent, good character, for tens of thousands of years, has always been able to maintain a pure heart, but it is rare and valuable.

When he heard the words of the sect leader, even if his Dao heart was not shocked, he was overjoyed at this moment, and hurriedly got up to worship the master and said, "The disciple is willing!

"Good!"

The sect leader's answer was still concise, and soon Zhen Ye was also like duckweed, stepping on the nine-grade white lotus, standing quietly behind the sect leader, the difference was that he was wearing a purple battle uniform, and a golden sun was printed on his left chest.

In just a while, there are already two of the three disciples, and at this moment, no matter how calm the monks on the square are, they are also beginning to panic, but under the square, it is much better, without him, there is no hope, just holding the heart of watching the excitement and luck.

However, without waiting for the sect leader to speak, on the square, there were already monks kneeling on the ground, begging the sect leader to accept him as a disciple, as the so-called one has two, for a while, more than half of the monks knelt on the ground and begged bitterly, these people may have been inspired by the rumors of Zixiao Palace at the beginning, but unfortunately the sect leader is not Hongjun.

However, the sect leader looked at a black-robed monk at the far edge of his right, his eyes became more and more cold, and the murderous aura all over his body was everywhere, and in an instant, all the monks were frightened by this sudden change, and even the duckweed and Zhen Ye behind the sect leader were so frightened that they knelt down.

The murderous aura that filled the audience became more and more cold, as if it was substance, even the monks under the square were too frightened to say anything, and the black-robed monks who were targeted by the murderous aura were even more like falling into hell, feeling that they would be killed by the person in front of them at any time, as easy as crushing a bedbug, but they didn't want to resist, even if they moved, it was impossible.