Looking at the few bottles of Hui Qi in his hand, and a pile of first-order talismans, the look of pastoral words. The pen is interesting and the pavilion www.biquge.info reveals a hint of eccentricity.

I have to say that this Elder Han is really stingy, the four grand events like the Songshan Xiaohui are full of crises, other masters either give a certain powerful rune treasure, or give a few second-order runes to protect the disciples under the seat, and what is the use of a few bottles of primary medicine powder to restore spiritual power and a pile of first-order runes?

Perhaps, Elder Han has already given a batch of good things to his proud apprentices behind his back, and these things on the surface are just prevarication and a few disciples who don't like it very much.

You must know that the most annoying thing for a second-grade alchemist like Elder Han is to spend a lot of time teaching and teaching. With Elder Han's caustic personality, if he has this time, it is better to study a few more prescriptions and retreat for alchemy.

However, Elder Han was not a casual cultivator, but an elder of the sect. For the sake of the sect, he can't disagree. In fact, the sect also arranged tasks and pressures for Elder Han, such as how many apprentices to teach every year, since you enjoy the offerings of the sect's resources, you have to contribute to the giant of the sect, right?

If everyone is selfish and only for their own interests, then how can the Sword Sect flourish for a thousand years without falling?!

Now, most of the disciples who have been accepted by Elder Han as his subordinates are young people with good talent in medicine refining who are found by the sect for him, or other elders, deacons, nephews, grandchildren and juniors in the family who have talent for medicine refining.

It is not only a favor, but also a struggle of interests.

Therefore, Elder Han's status is very transcendent, and with the cultivation of the peak of foundation building, it is enough to be on an equal footing with the powerhouses of the Yudan period.

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A huge flying boat, sailing in the blue sky, surrounded by white mist, this is like a white cloud like cotton.

Mu Yu glanced out the window, I don't know how high it is from the ground, I only know that the human beings walking on the ground have become the size of black spots, hundreds of acres of woods, and it is only the size of half a palm.

A white and fat and pleasing disciple next to "Good ......" turned pale with fright, and his slightly chubby body kept trembling and breaking out in a cold sweat.

"Fear of heights?" Mu Yu smiled dumbly, looking at the white fat boy, and couldn't help but recall a memory of his childhood.

In fact, when I was a child, I was afraid of heights, but under the guidance of that strict master, I fell freely from the ten-meter-high waterfall every day, and after a year of exercise, even if I jumped down from the cliff, I would not have a trace of fear in my heart.

"Immortal cultivators, with a fearless heart, a blue sky and white clouds, are the goal of our conquest, not the thing we are afraid of!" a deacon frowned and scolded the white fat boy.

The deacons of the sect are all foundation building monks, and their status is the same as that of the core disciples, and they belong to the upper echelons of the sect.

Most of the deacons of the sect are composed of inner disciples of the older generation, or core disciples. In addition, there are also the ancestors of the vassal sects of the immortal cultivation families, and the offerings recruited by the sects.

This deacon who scolded the white fat boy was originally a core disciple, and after breaking through the foundation building period, he was automatically promoted to a deacon, although his status was equal to that of the core disciple, but the right to speak and freedom were much better than the core disciples.

The white fat boy cried and mourned, not daring to refute, his mouth was flattened, and a fat face was tangled together.

In the flying boat, there are 15 core disciples, 50 inner disciples, and 30 deacons, led by Elder Lu of the Inner Sect Hall and Elder Fang Ming of the Outer Sect Hall, two strong people in the Dan period.

The number of monks who participated in the Songshan Xiaohui almost represented the disciples and strength of the younger generation who were half of the Sword Sect, and if they were all lost in the Songshan Xiaohui competition, it would be enough to be fifty or sixty years away from the Sword Sect.

Of course, each sect will not send all its disciples, or the strongest of the younger generation, if there is any accident, there will be a fault in the next generation of the entire sect, affecting the fate of the sect in the next hundred years.

As a core disciple, the disciples in the middle and lower reaches of the rankings were naturally selected by the sect and brought to participate in the Songshan Meeting.

In addition, Chu Xiang and Zhang Bao, two well-known old people, were also arranged to this year's Songshan Meeting.

There is still a distance from Songshan, so Muyu squinted his eyes and took a nap.

About two hours later, there was a slight sound of air currents in my ears, and the flying boat sank slightly, and slowly landed on some flat ground.

Everyone walked out of the flying boat, and the white fat boy couldn't help it anymore, holding on to a big tree, and vomited out.

Elder Lu recited a spell, and the flying boat flashed, shrunk rapidly, and became the size of a palm, and was immediately put into his storage bag. The shepherd who watched it was envious.

Sou!

A blue water balloon hit the white fat boy's face, washing away the sweat and dirt on his face, Elder Lu glanced at him coldly, and shouted: "Recite the meditation mantra to me a hundred times, and if you can't finish it, go back to the torture hall to receive the punishment!"

The white fat boy's face changed, and he hurriedly promised.

He would rather be punished to kneel and slap his palms than step into the torture hall! The disciples knew too much about the various rumors about the torture hall, and it was simply a Longtan tiger's den, so they immediately shrunk their necks in fright, and their gloating and sneering faces were put away, and they dispersed.

After walking a few steps, in front of a cliff, there were many people, gathered a lot of people, they were dressed in different clothes, and their eyes carried a sense of pride and provocation, like a rooster with high momentum, no need to guess, it must be the disciples of the other three sects.

"Yu Daoyou, Lin Lao Wei, Fairy An, our sect is far away from Songshan, and it has been delayed for a little time, don't be surprised. Elder Lu and Elder Fang Ming walked over with kind faces, and hugged their fists at the few monks present.

"Hehe, this Songshan Meeting, I didn't expect your sect to send two elders in the Dan period, could it be that you are not worried about the strength of the juniors of your sect and come to support the scene?"

Elder Fang Ming said calmly: "Old Monster Lin, this time the head of my sect originally planned to let Elder Lu lead the team, but I have a whim recently, and I have a premonition that I am going to make a breakthrough, but my mood is not good, so I specially went out to visit the mountains and rivers and enjoy the natural scenery to calm my mood." ”

"Hmph. The old monster Lin of the Wushan Sect snorted and didn't say anything more.

"Fellow Daoists, there is still a day to start the Songshan Small Meeting, why don't we go to the county seat at the bottom of the mountain first, rest for the night, and let the disciples under the sect get to know each other before the competition starts, how about holding a small trade fair?"

"According to what Yu Daoyou said. "This is the leader of the Xuanyue Sect, Fairy An, who looks like he is only in his thirties, with a beautiful appearance, and a sesame-sized red mole on his forehead.

As early as a day ago, the imperial court had already informed the local county order to vacate a large area and not to disturb the people who came to this county.

Soon, the evening fire covered half of the sky, the summer night was unusually beautiful, the night breeze dispelled the heat of the day, Mu Yu alone, came to the street, the monks of the four major sects came and went, some people picked a place, set up a stall, and some walked to a certain stall, and the stall owner argued, cutting the price of the treasure in the picture.

Suddenly, Mu Yu's eyes flashed, and he looked at a cold man not far away, recalling the materials provided by the sect, pondering for a while, and then recognized the cold man, who was the genius of Chunlei Valley who participated in this Songshan Meeting, surnamed Ge, fifteen years old this year, and the peak realm of the ninth layer of the Qi refining period!

In addition, there is also a bald strong man from the Wushan Sect, who is also the peak cultivation of the Nine Refining Sect, the female cultivator of the Xuanyue Sect called Wanrong, and the three disciples of the Lijian Sect, Tongbin, the third disciple of the Huang Zhangmen, also have the cultivation of the Nine Peak of Refining Nine.

It is called the four geniuses of this Matsuyama small meeting!