Wanshou Mountain, is the ancestor of the earth immortal town Yuan Daxian dojo, here the aura is abundant, the mountain is majestic, endless, Wuzhuang view is built on the main peak of this hundred zhang high.

Looking at it from afar, you can find a cluster of pine fences, several layers of pavilions, under the background of the blue sky and sea, several cranes are swirling, ten thousand kinds of flowers and plants are decorated, there are white clouds in the middle of the mountain, through the sunlight of the white clouds, exude a five-color halo, very gorgeous.

And it is such a place, it gives people a sense of peace, far away, a cool mountain breeze blows in the face, pedestrians only feel comfortable, and the fatigue of the previous trek also disappears in an instant.

Yuan Cheng was not the only one who had such a feeling, but when they came to the flat place at the foot of the mountain, they couldn't laugh anymore, because there were already thousands of people crowded here, except for some powerful parties, most of the rest were shoulder to shoulder, and they could only hold back when they felt uncomfortable.

And those who came behind could only stand on the road outside, and let the winding procession stretch for miles behind.

Yuan Cheng was lucky, he didn't bow down, and his speed was not too controlled, although there were hundreds of people in front, he was still able to stand on the bank of the stream on the flat ground, surrounded by beings who cultivated to be stronger than him.

"Little brother, are you also here to participate in the selection?"

When Yuan Cheng frowned and thought about how to stand out from these thousands of masters and attract the attention of the immortals on the mountain, the neatly dressed man on the side approached, Yuan Cheng heard the sound and saw that this person was well-dressed, elegant in temperament, and his long black hair was tightly bound by the crown on his head, without missing a trace, the key is that this person is still the peak of Yuanying's cultivation.

This person, whether it is his dress or cultivation aura, is extremely outstanding, especially his appearance is only thirty or forty years old, and he is obviously not an ordinary person.

It is true that if this person appeared in the imperial capital of the Tang Dynasty, or in some cities of Wusi Zangluo, he would definitely be an existence that attracted the attention of the world, but in this place where the catastrophe is flying all over the sky and turning gods everywhere, even if there are no less than three or four scattered immortals, it seems a little humble.

The man did feel this way, just when he was sullen, he found that Yuan Cheng next to him was not in the early stage of the Yuan Infant, although Yuan Cheng had an advantage in bone age, but at this time, he couldn't care so much, and directly started talking.

Yuan Cheng naturally didn't know the other party's purpose, but at this time, many people closed their eyes and kept silent, which made Yuan Cheng have many doubts in his chest, but there was nowhere to ask, and the man spoke, so that Yuan Cheng saw hope.

"This fellow Daoist, a certain family has just come here, and he doesn't know what happened here, so many masters and seniors gathered today, could it be related to the selection in the mouth of Daoyou?"

Seeing Yuan Cheng's dazed appearance, Yuan Cheng did not call the dissatisfaction of his predecessors, and was replaced by the sense of superiority in his heart, and sure enough, he found what he wanted here in Yuan Cheng, that is, the pride of being a prophet.

So, he looked at Yuan Cheng's gaze more and more pleasant, glanced around, and found that several people seemed to be faintly paying attention to this side, he raised his eyebrows, and said with a gentle smile:

"The elder brother is called Daoyou, but he is out of sight, a certain Han Fu is the clan of this mortal dust town, if you are happy, why not call Brother Han?"

When Yuan Cheng heard this, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, this person is actually from Fanchen Town, he must know a lot of things, and when he heard this, he also said happily:

"It turned out to be Brother Han, disrespectful and disrespectful, the elder brother is from the Eastern Tang Dynasty, surnamed Yuan, with a single name, and he came here to apprentice. ”

While Han Fu spoke, his attention was always paying attention to the surroundings, and when he said his roots, he found that many people were throwing themselves here, and some masters in order to maintain their image, even if they didn't look at it, they also let go of their breath and listened quietly.

Seeing that there was an ancestor-level existence at the peak of the Tribulation among the people concerned, Han Fu suddenly felt a light on his face, and couldn't help but straighten his back, and his smile was more sincere, after listening to Yuan Cheng's words, he just spoke, but this time the voice was amplified, although he didn't dare to cause a noise, but with the realm of the masters here, he should be able to hear it.

"The first time my brother came, I didn't know, although there are only forty-eight disciples in these five villages, there are thousands of registered disciples, except for some who have traveled all over the world, and those who have gone to immortals, there are more than 2,000 at least. ”

Speaking of this, Han Fu didn't need to look at the eyes of the people around him, he saw Yuan Cheng's face showing shock, he knew that his goal had been achieved, he paused, and under the urging of several people around him, he continued:

"So many masters, although it is impossible to be on the mountain, but there are hundreds of people on the mountain, these people focus on cultivating immortals, do not ask about earthly things, the entire Wuzhuang view has to be taken care of, it is said that the immortals like Zhenyuan Daxian can completely turn the grass and trees into immortals, but the great immortals are compassionate and broad-minded, and give such opportunities to the destined people, so that there are tens of thousands of years, there is a selection event every hundred years, and the masters present are all admiring the merits of Zhenyuanzi Daxian, and came to ask for the mountain. ”

Speaking of which, Yuan Cheng had already fully understood, it seemed that he had come at the right time, but he was also very curious about why he hadn't heard the slightest rumor before, and Fanchen Town didn't have the slightest word to talk about the selection.

When Yuan Cheng looked around with puzzled eyes, he found that except for a few people who were surprised like him, and then excited, most of them were calm, all of them closed their eyes and calmed, and they looked like they were profound.

Obviously, these people are aware, but they are also silent.

"Then this Han Gongzi, how many people are there in the selection of these Wuzhuang Views, and what are the requirements?"

Before Yuan Cheng could speak, someone who was more anxious than Yuan Cheng asked, although this person was a mid-stage cultivator, but at this time, he did not have the cold arrogance he had before, and he looked like he was listening.

Known as Gongzi, Han Fu is naturally comfortable, and it is not a secret to say that these are not secrets, that is, he can tremble in front of these ignorant people from outside, so he also raised his neck and said:

"Hey, Han also wants to continue, but his throat is a little dry!"

Hearing this, Yuan Cheng couldn't help but have black lines on his head, and your mouth was dry when he said a few words, then you, the cultivation of the peak of the Yuan Infant, and the vigorous Lingyuan, were all joking?

There are not a few people who think like Yuan Cheng, but there are many more people who are more sleek than Yuan Cheng, and before Han Fu's words fell, a few monks took out something.

"Han Gongzi, this is rootless water in the mountains, spiritually abundant, and the thirst for the son can be quenched. ”

Hearing this, Yuan Cheng was already stunned, although this rootless water is dew, it is the dew that drips at the moment when the first ray of sunlight shines in the morning, plus it is deep in the mountains, full of aura, and it also contains a trace of the purple yang in the morning sun, but it is a miracle medicine for regulating internal injuries in the abdomen, which is worth a thousand gold.

"Hmph, a little dew, what's it, Han Gongzi, this is a yellow apricot planted by a certain family, full of moisture, and the bag can quench your thirst!"

"Han Gongzi, this is a little bit of stone crystal source liquid obtained by the poor Dao, not a lot, Gongzi uses it to quench his thirst!"

"Han Gongzi, old man ......"

At this moment, Yuan Cheng was dumbfounded, these rare treasures, infinitely close to the fruit of the acquired spirit root, the yellow apricot, the blue sea and the deep pool, are rare to see the stone crystal source marrow...... Which one is not to make one party shake, at this time, it is all for a sentence, and they are competing to take it out.

Although these people were full of smiles on their faces, Yuan Cheng saw the wails of gritting his teeth and cutting flesh and dripping blood behind his smile.

Han Fu took these people's things, and also left Yuan Cheng and went to the side, not looking at Yuan Cheng as a hero, but continuing:

"Everyone knows that the cultivators of my generation are much older than mortals, and the people who have won the fairy fate on the mountain are even more so, so although it is a hundred years, there are only ten people, as for the method of selection, it all depends on the word fate. ”

Speaking of the back, Han Fu also had a deep helplessness in his eyes, obviously he was not sure if he had such an immortal fate, went to the mountains to practice, was the same age as heaven and earth, and ignored the vicissitudes of the world.

"The Immortal Messenger is here!"

Suddenly, I don't know who shouted such a sentence, which immediately attracted everyone's attention, so more than 1,000 people in the entire flat land were restless, and they squeezed forward, even those few scattered immortals were no exception, for the sake of immortals, they also let go of the false dignity, hoping that the immortals would notice themselves.

To Yuan Cheng's surprise, this immortal envoy actually came in from the outside, that is, from the direction of Fanchen Town, the figure in the air became more and more obvious, soaring clouds and mist, the fairy aura was vast, the breeze was gentle all around, and the plain white clothes were fluttering, and it was a dust immortal.

Everyone gathered over there, but Yuan Gong, the person standing by the stream, was squeezed and swayed, and he almost fell into the stream several times, not to mention Bai Jie, who cultivated to a lower level, was very embarrassed.

When Yuan Cheng was miserable, he found that there was a small open space on the side of the place occupied by the previous few scattered immortals, but there was no one, so he didn't have time to think about it, so he pulled Bai Jie and squeezed over there.

When the immortal envoy came to the flat ground in mid-air, many monks hurriedly quieted down, only to find that Yuan Cheng and Bai Jie, who were standing alone in the open space near the foot of the mountain, were particularly conspicuous.

Seeing Yuan Cheng standing here, the monks present changed color one after another, but then they sneered and said nothing, but there was a thick disdain in their eyes, even Han Fu, who had taken the initiative to talk to him before.

Seeing this scene, Yuan Cheng touched his nose unnaturally, and Bai Jie on the side was also uneasy, and said to Yuan Cheng:

"Master, it seems, what have we done wrong again?"