"Disciples, five years have passed in a hurry, I wonder if you have made great progress in your cultivation?" the old man sitting on the high platform asked kindly. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The audience was silent and no one answered. And the expressions on everyone's faces are a testament to their achievements in the past five years.

The old man on the high platform is naturally Bu Yi, and the first thing he cares about is Tongsheng.

"Tong Sheng, come forward. Bu Yi touched his beard and said unhurriedly.

Tong Sheng was in a trance and walked in front of Bu Yi.

Bu Yi's wrinkled hand reached out from the wide sleeve of his coat and placed it on Tong Sheng's forehead.

"In the middle of Jindan, it is already very good to be able to rise to a stage in five years. Bu Yi nodded in satisfaction and waved his hand to signal that Tong Sheng could leave.

Tong Sheng's eyes were dim, and he slowly retreated.

"Xie Wenque, come up!" Bu Yi ordered.

Xie Wenque held his head high, walked forward with empty eyes, and bowed respectfully to Bu Yi.

Bu Yi has always liked people who are respectful to him, and he naturally loves Xie Wenque very much.

"Well, that's good, you've reached the fifth layer of the Qi Refining Period, and among the same batch of disciples, you're already all the best, and in two years' time, you have to fight for the sect!" Bu Yi's eyes had already narrowed into a slit.

The disciples stepped forward one after another, some of them were recognized, and some of them were inevitably scolded, such as the woman surnamed Yang and Lin Yu.

Lin Yu has been in retreat for five years, and his cultivation has barely reached the first level of the condensation period, which is really difficult to talk about.

At this moment, the square began to become agitated.

"Look, there seem to be two people flying over there!" exclaimed a slightly louder disciple in the square.

Everyone's attention was attracted by two figures faintly in the distance.

"It's like a man and a woman. An ordinary-looking female disciple rubbed her eyes.

"I look, this woman is a little familiar!"

"Isn't our sect's great beauty Mo Li still coming back yet?" A young disciple with a sharp beak and monkey cheeks looked at the figure in the distance with squinting eyes, his eyes shining.

"Look at that figure, it does look like it. Except for Senior Sister Moli, who else can have such a graceful flying posture? The young man beside him smirked, his eyes staring straight into the distance.

When Xie Wenque heard this, he also squinted his eyes and looked at the flying figure, but the first thing he saw was not the woman, but the young man beside the woman.

"Why does this person look familiar?" Xie Wenque touched his chin, looked around, a cold light flashed in his eyes, snorted coldly, and muttered to himself: "Isn't this the waste Lan Feng, why did he come with my dear senior sister Moli?"

The figure was getting closer and closer, and it didn't take long for them to come to Chu Yunfeng's square.

The moment the two figures fell, everyone was taken aback except for Bu Yi, Xie Wenque, Zhou Fu and others.

The strongest reaction was among the children.

The moment he saw the young man in white, Tong Sheng's sloppy gaze suddenly froze, and his eyes widened incredibly.

His body trembled, rubbed his eyes vigorously, walked in front of the young man, and said in a lost voice: "Are you ...... Lan Feng?"

This young man is none other than Lan Feng.

The corners of Lan Feng's mouth rose, and under the background of the sun, it looked very bright, and he opened his arms to Tong Sheng.

Tong Sheng's eyes were red, he was stunned for a moment, he cried with joy, hugged Lan Feng tightly, and sobbed: "Brother Lan Feng, Brother Tong is not dreaming, right?"

"Brother Tong, I am Lan Feng, my life is very big! I won't die so easily, after so many years, I don't care about you. Lan Feng's eyes were also moist, and Tong Sheng's friendship with him could no longer be described in words.

Hearing Lan Feng's words, the scene was in an uproar.

"Is this person Lan Feng?" Humpty Dumpty Li Cong looked at the young man who was embracing Tong Sheng dumbfounded.

"I remember, five years ago, the person trapped in the Hundred Beast Forest was called Lan Feng......?

"He's not dead?" A female disciple with a freckled face was stunned and grew her mouth.

"He definitely can't be Lan Feng who was trapped in the Hundred Beast Forest, the enchantment set by the ancestor of Baili at that time, how could Lan Feng, a waste, escape, it must be someone with the same name and surname. ”

"Impossible, as far as I know, Master Tong only has one brother named Lan Feng. ”

"I had a relationship with him, this person, except for the strand of white hair between his forehead, other characteristics are completely consistent with the blue maple I have seen!"

"Senior Brother Lan Feng is still alive?" Qin Shou pinched himself vigorously and swallowed hard.

And the last king of the crowd, his eyes were full of fear at this time, he was not afraid of heaven and earth since he was a child, and the only thing that could make him afraid was a ghost he had never seen.

After Lan Feng and Tong Sheng explained everything that happened that day, seeing everyone's reactions, they chuckled lightly and said loudly: "Senior brothers, senior sisters, senior sisters, you don't have to guess. I am Lan Feng, who was trapped in the Hundred Beast Forest five years ago and escaped again. ”

The scene suddenly became noisy, and everyone's expressions were all unified, and they were all dumbfounded.

"Quiet!" A cold voice came from Bu Yi's high platform, and everyone followed the voice, only to see a black young man slowly walking out from behind Bu Yi.