Kunpeng, who was angry in his heart, looked at the two with fire-filled eyes. Suddenly released the cultivation of the late stage of the Great Luo Jin Immortal on his body.

Zhun Ti and Ji Yin were so shocked by this momentum that they turned upside down.

"You flat-haired brute, how can you be on an equal footing with us?" the annoyed Zhun Ti scolded loudly.

Li Qingming's eyes flashed with a smile, and he said secretly: "Interesting, there is a good show to watch now!"

I saw Di Jun, Taiyi, Bi Fang and other birds and demon clans, all of them looked at Zhun Ti with resentment, and Zhun Ti realized that he had offended all the birds and monsters in the wilderness with one sentence.

So he hurriedly remedied: "Fellow Daoists, I have no intention of discriminating against the demon clan! What qualifications do such nameless people have to sit at the same table as me! What's more, the two Taoist friends of Emperor Jun were born in the Sun Star and were born noble, neither of them has ever sat down, how can the spirit of the North Sea be qualified to sit on the futon?"

When Di Jun and Tai Yi heard this, although they were happy in their hearts, they were indeed angry in the slightest.

"Okay! Fellow Daoists, it was my fault just now, and the only person I targeted was Kunpeng, so please forgive me!"

"Zhun Ti, you are really shameless!" Kunpeng gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words.

"Yes, Kunpeng Daoyou, you better let it go! Look, these two people are full of embarrassment, and it's not too much to ask for a seat!"

Li Qingming looked at the scene in front of him coldly, and said secretly: "Hongyun, Hongyun, what do you think? Is it just that you just want to give way to Zhun Ti?"

Kunpeng's face was pale, and he looked at Zhun Ti with hatred, and then glanced at the red cloud, stood up, and said, "Pick up, Zhun Ti and the red cloud thief!

Jieyin and Zhun Ti both sneered twice, sat down on the futon, and said no more.

"Alright, alright, Kunpeng Daoyou, why bother to meet this villain, don't be angry about such a trivial matter, come and sit with us!" Di Jun took two steps forward and said.

Kunpeng, who was already extremely embarrassed, took advantage of Di Jun's steps to go down, nodded indifferently, and followed Di Jun and the others to a corner of Zixiao Palace, sitting cross-legged.

"Haha, Hongjun's old friend, can you sit with my eyebrows raised?"

Dressed in an emerald green robe, he raised his eyebrows, held a green silk tape, and took Li Yanran with him, and stomped into the palace with a leisurely expression.

"Daoist friends laughed, the futon on this platform has been prepared for Daoists for a long time!" Hongjun smiled faintly. He pointed to the futon beside him.

"In this way, thank you Daoyou!"

Yang Mei unceremoniously sat on the futon on the right side of the platform, and Li Yanran stood behind Yang Mei with a calm expression.

It doesn't matter if he sits down, it's a mess of porridge below.

"Who is this man? How come you have never heard of it?"

"I heard that he is a powerful person of the same era as the Hongjun Sage!"

"More than a thousand years ago, everyone surrounded Rahu, and Yang Mei Daxian was one of them!"

......

"Qingmingzi, you sit on the seventh futon!" Hongjun did not interrupt everyone's discussion, but just stretched out his hand and pointed to the seventh futon in the first row, and said in a salty and nonchalant manner.

Li Qingming, who was secretly smiling and raising his eyebrows in his heart, was named by Hongjun at this time, and his heart was full of doubts.

"What? This seventh futon is for me? What's going on?"

"Hehe, Master, I'm sitting here and it's pretty good!" Li Qingming's face was strange and he shook his head in a panic.

"Ahh

"Teacher, how can this person be able to enjoy this seventh futon in peace?" The man with two horns on his head and cultivated to the Taiyi Golden Immortal, the sturdy man stood up at this time and said with a long salute.

Someone next to him kept pulling the corner of this man's clothes, but this man stubbornly continued: "The first six people, those who have a major cultivator above the Da Luo Jin Immortal, sit on the futon, and we are still convinced. This trail, with a mediocre aura on his body and no cultivation at all, how can he be qualified to sit on the seventh futon?"

"Hehe......"

Di Jun and Tai Yi's original faces were also ugly, but when they heard this man's words, they actually chuckled lightly.

"I said Lao Niu, don't be stupid! That guy is a 'killing god', 'killing a god'!" The person sitting cross-legged next to this old cow couldn't help it, and shouted in a low voice.

"'Killing God'? What 'Killing God'? I'm still a 'Cow God'!" This old cow looks really lacking roots.

The Longhan Tribulation has just ended more than a thousand years, and some people have forgotten Li Qingming's nickname.

"What? 'Kill God'!" The old cow, who came back to his senses for a long time, suddenly exclaimed, "Why didn't you remind me earlier!"

"I reminded you!" the Taoist next to Lao Niu looked quite aggrieved.

"That's because you haven't reminded you enough!" the old cow's expression was distorted, and his face turned pale.

"Killing God Grandpa, the little demon has eyes and doesn't know Mount Tai, please forgive me, don't be like the little demon!"

Li Qingming glanced at the old cow with a smile and didn't speak.

With Li Qingming's cultivation at this time, he would not be angry with a little demon, although he seemed to have offended himself. But Li Qingming likes to see it.

"Qingmingzi, I already know your contribution in the Longhan Tribulation. You don't have to hide it, not to mention that you are the first disciple of the third generation of my Dao Sect, and you are qualified to sit in this seat!"

Hongjun's flat tone was mixed with a touch of majesty, obviously not wanting to be rejected by Li Qingming again.

Li Qingming, who really couldn't shirk it, shook his head helplessly and said, "So, thank you Master!"

Then he got up, walked to the seventh futon, and sat down cross-legged.

The group of Zixiao Palace guests who were about to watch Li Qingming being bounced up by the futon suddenly stared at them in shock.

"How can it be okay?"

"Could it be that this position belongs to Li Qingming?"

Li Qingming, who was sitting on the futon, only felt a slight coolness rushing out of the futon. Swiftly, like a tiger in the mountains, it burrowed into Li Qingming's body, and it felt extremely comfortable!

"Good baby, it still has such an effect!"

Li Qingming sighed secretly in his heart.

At this time, everyone sat down, and those who were occasionally psychologically unbalanced did not dare to forcibly seize the seats.

Hongjun Lao Dao, who was sitting on the platform, glanced around Zixiao Palace, and said lightly: "You will sit here from now on, and you can't change it at will!"

"Old friend, after I preach, I'll catch up with you again, don't you say anything?"

Hongjun is still good as a friend.

"Haha, fellow Daoist, you preach to yourself!"

Raise your eyebrows and look up to the sky hahadaxiao!