It was already dark, and the moon hung high in the treetops at the beginning of the month, and the breeze swept the dead leaves in the woods, making a desolate rustle. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Tong Sheng stood at the front of the crowd, stomping his feet anxiously, his eyes kept looking at the beast forest.

Layers of dense dark clouds suddenly appeared in the sky, slowly obscuring the already small amount of moonlight. Suddenly, the wind blew violently, and a white light flashed in the dark and mysterious sky, and there was a loud "click", and a crack was split in the dense dark clouds.

The moment the crack appeared, a colorful rainbow quickly flew out of it, disappearing ten zhang directly above the middle of the Hundred Beast Forest, turning into an old man with fairy wind bones.

The old man put his hands behind his back, his eyes were closed, his body exuded a faint yellow light, his snow-white long hair fluttered gently, and his gray clothes were blown by the wind.

All the disciples looked up in unison, their dull eyes reflecting the yellow light in the sky, flickering slightly.

At this moment, six long rainbows also flew from the direction of Chu Yunfeng, but these long rainbows were white, and the color of the front long rainbow was the most dazzling. These rainbows flew by, like meteors, dotting the mysterious night sky.

"Meteor!" Several new female disciples in the team became excited, screamed, clenched their hands in front of their chests, and quickly closed their eyes, chanting words in their mouths.

Xie Wenque glanced at the female disciples with disdain, and mocked in a low voice: "The new disciples are short-sighted, thinking that this Changhong is a meteor, alas. ”

As soon as his eyes turned, he only saw Changhong who was staring at the sky coldly, his face was expressionless, and he didn't seem surprised at all, he nodded, put his hand on his chin, and muttered to himself: "The temperament of the goddess is different." ”

Six Changhong disappeared not far from the gray-shirted old man, and then six illusory figures walked out of it. The figure gradually solidified, and at the foreground was an old man in a black robe, with gray hair, but compared to the white-haired old man with his eyes closed, he was still much younger. Five purple-robed monks followed behind the old man unhurriedly, quite imposing.

The gray-shirted old man opened his eyes, swept his sharp gaze over the black-robed old man, snorted coldly, and said, "Bu Yi, I haven't seen you for a hundred years, and your cultivation growth is not obvious." ”

"Baili Master, the younger generation is not talented, and a lot of energy is focused on Pudu sentient beings, this is my immortal path, so there is less time for cultivation. Hehe, see the smile, see the smile......" The black-robed old man bowed slightly, shook his head and sighed.

The gray-robed old man nodded slightly, and his huge divine sense swept over the five monks behind the black-robed old man, and the purple-robed old man on the far right of them stopped for a moment and closed his eyes again.

Xie Wenque pursed his lips, his face was proud, and his empty eyes seemed to tell everyone: "You have all seen it, the purple-robed old man on the far right above is my master, he is very powerful." ”

This black-robed old man is none other than Chu Yunfeng's head cloth. His real name is Bu Yi, because it sounds like cloth clothes, so he calls himself the chief of cloth clothes to the outside world. And the five monks behind him are the five elders of Chu Yunfeng, from left to right, they are Li Qing, Ding Zhihong, Lu Mo, Sun Dameng, and Zhou Fu.

At this moment, a white rainbow crossed the sky again, but this rainbow did not fly towards the old man with his eyes closed, but turned a corner, and an arc crossed the sky, and disappeared a mile away from here.

Daoist Buyi was stunned for a moment, and suddenly laughed, and said, "Haha, Brother Jiang's flying skills won't have problems again, right?"

The gray-shirted old man sighed deeply and shook his head helplessly.

After a while, a scrawny old man faintly appeared in the night sky not far away, he was panting heavily, his face was slightly tired with wrinkles, and he shouted out out loud, "I'm really sorry, old ...... Old Man's Flying ...... Something went wrong with the flying technique, and it was too late......!

The five elders behind the cloth cloth chief were all flushed, their expressions distorted, and they tried their best not to laugh.

The gray-shirted old man opened his eyes slightly, looked at the skinny old man with dissatisfaction, shook his head and said, "Jiang Yifeng, nearly a hundred years have passed, why is your flying technique still so unflattering, are you embarrassed?"

The old man smiled awkwardly and said aggrievedly: "Baili Master, we, the juniors, naturally can't get into your eyes. I may be sluggish in this area, and I can't help it!"

The gray-shirted old man snorted coldly and sighed, "Alas, that's it." A hundred years ago, in the battle of immortals and demons, your ancestors all died on the battlefield, and I didn't participate in the war because of something in the sect, otherwise, I'm afraid I wouldn't have spoken to you here. A hundred years have passed, and I look at the vicissitudes of the sea alone. The power of the Demon Realm should not be underestimated!"

Two hundred years ago, in order to compete for an ancient treasure, the two worlds of immortals and demons fought in the demon domain. In the end, the Demon Realm won, and only a few cultivators escaped, while most of them were captured by high-level demon cultivators, draining their essence and dying on the battlefield. It's a pity that Chu Yunfeng and the Immortal Zhu Pavilion's Ancestor couldn't escape......

After the end of the Immortal and Demon War, he became the only infant monk of the three sects, which made the status of the Xuande Sect in the three sects directly climb to the highest point.