A day ago, in front of the magic tower in Bulao Mountain Town.

Wu Changkong had just killed Du Qiang and had not yet wiped the blood on his hands.

At this time, a distant bell woke up Wu Changkong, who was still smiling, and he was puzzled, listening to this bell was like the welcome bell of the Flying Immortal Gate.

The long and loud bell spread throughout the whole Bulao Mountain, and when I listened attentively, the whole bell rang forty-nine and thirty-six times.

Wu Changkong's face was difficult to look at at this time, it was obvious that there were distinguished guests coming to Feixianmen, but why no one informed him of such a major event.

His face was gloomy, and a sword light soared into the sky, and his figure disappeared into the sea of clouds with the sky-rushing sword light.

This kind of scene is the first time that every Qi cultivation disciple has encountered it, and they dare not slack off, and for a while, they are crowded with people under the Immortal Mountain.

The entire Flying Immortal Sect was in a commotion, and countless Qi cultivation disciples walked up the mountain path and gathered on the stone platform where they usually cultivated.

For a while, on the narrow climbing stone path, there was a dense flow of people, and countless linen shoes were trampled on the stone steps.

Fortunately, there are more than 20 stone platforms in the realm of qi training, and the dense flow of people is separated in the bifurcated place of the stone path.

Each huge stone platform was quickly filled with a crowd, and the stone platform where Lin Fan had been punished was also densely populated.

Fortunately, the monks in the Qi cultivation realm were able to control themselves, and after half an hour, the noisy Immortal Mountain quieted down.

Looking up from the foot of the Immortal Mountain, apart from the stone platform of the Qi cultivators, there are not many monks on the stone platform above.

In the entire Immortal Mountain, there are 200,000 Qi cultivators, but there are less than 10,000 people who can cultivate to the transcendent realm, less than 3,000 in the realm of refinement, only 500 in the foundation building realm, and even more rare Jindan monks with less than 30 people, and only three Yuanying Ancestors.

At this time, in the Bulao Mountain, except for the ancestors of the Yuanying Age, the stone platform of the Bulao Mountain self-cultivation qi realm to the stone platform of the Jindan realm are all shaking, and the monks are exhausted.

It is said that there has not been such a scene in Bulaoshan for 50 years, and the number of distinguished guests who want to come to this door is not small.

Where the sea of clouds is flying, on the stone platform of the Jindan realm, Wu Changkong hurriedly appeared in front of many Jindan monks, looking at a Jindan monk at the head, dressed in a luxurious purple and gold robe, stepping on thousands of layers of Qingyun shoes, his face was full of red light, and some old faces were smiling, this person was Li Yanshan's master Lei Zhentian.

He glanced at the belated Wu Changkong and said dissatisfiedly: "I just got the news from the ancestor that the deputy head of the 'Bright Bright Heaven Sect' of Dari Mountain will lead the elite disciples to come to exchange spells, why are you late as the great elder of the sect?"

Wu Changkong was shocked in his heart, the ancestor actually transmitted the sound, why did he only miss himself.

Could it be because Lin Fan's matter was revealed? Wu Changkong broke out in a cold sweat when he thought of this, but he still replied calmly on the surface: "I was slightly delayed just now because of this matter, thinking about the 'Bright Bright Heaven Sect' monopolizing the Sunset Continent for millions of miles southwest with its magical powers, the elites in the sect on this trip are afraid that they are extremely talented, how can I also find some elites to fight against the sword sect without losing the face of the sword sect."

Hearing Wu Changkong's words, Lei Zhentian's face changed, and he said approvingly: "Or Elder Wu has thought it through, I don't know what arrangements you have?"

Wu Changkong looked at the Jindan monks around him, his thoughts were spinning quickly, and he quickly said confidently: "The elite disciples of the "Bright Bright Heavenly Sect" who came this time, I think that the transcendent and unearthly realm let my son Wu Qianshu receive it, I have little friendship with the great elder of the "Bright Radiant Heaven Sect", and I don't think there will be any incident, as for the disciples of the foundation building realm, I think I will let Mei Hanxue, the daughter of Elder Mei Baichuan, lead the elite disciples to learn from it, Mei Hanxue's swordsmanship is extremely ruthless, and I will not let the "Bright Bright Heavenly Sect" I don't know what you think."

Lei Zhentian nodded with satisfaction and said: "Let's do it, Mei Hanxue's girl is very arrogant, I think I will never lose the face of my Flying Immortal Sword Sect, as for the battle under the foundation, it is also a lively thing in our opinion!"

Seeing that Lei Zhentian also had his own opinion, Wu Changkong flicked his sleeves, and two sound transmission sword talismans flew out.

Mei Baichuan in the crowd was somewhat displeased when he saw that Wu Changkong had actually pulled his daughter out, and he stepped forward and said, "I think that the morale of the young monks of my generation can be rewarded for the winner."

Lei Zhentian smiled and said to the monks under the mountain in a deep voice: "Today, there are elite disciples of the "Bright Bright Heaven Sect" in the Great Sun Mountain millions of miles away who have come to my Flying Immortal Gate to exchange techniques, and I will send disciples No matter who wins one person, my Flying Immortal Gate can reward 10,000 spirit stones, and I hope that all the disciples will not fall into the majesty of my gate."

Although Lei Zhentian's voice was not high, it covered the entire Immortal Mountain, so that every disciple could hear it clearly.

His words caused countless disciples to let out an earth-shattering cheer.

At this time, an exclamation sounded in Bulao Mountain.

Looking up, in the scorching sun in the sky, a flying boat several miles long appeared outside the Bulao Mountain.

The flying boat is snow-white, dozens of feet high, and a huge scorching sun is painted above the bow of the boat, and a man and woman in silver shirts stand side by side on both sides of the silver boat.

They were all heroic, with a hint of disdain on their faces, looking at the Qi cultivation disciples below.

The clouds in the Immortal Mountain opened widely, and several sword lights flew down.

Five Flying Immortal Sect Jindan monks appeared in front of Feizhou in the sword light.

The one at the head is Lei Zhentian

His face was full of red, and he gave a standard sword salute to Changzhou, and said with a smile in his mouth: "Old man Lei Zhentian is waiting for the "Bright Yaotian Sect" on behalf of the Flying Immortal Sect "All Daoist friends and Fa are coming."

As soon as Lei Zhentian's words fell, a smiling middle-aged man stepped out of the flying boat.

He was suspended in the air, slightly above Megatron.

He was dressed in blood-red robes, hunting and flying in the wind.

He looked down at Lei Zhentian with a smile on his face, and it took a long time before he suddenly said, "Lei Zhentian, but a hundred years ago, during the Great Competition of the Immortal Gate, was the Lei Zhentian who survived three moves in my hands?"

Although this person's voice was not loud, it could clearly transmit the voice to the ears of every Flying Immortal Sect disciple.

The faces of the few people who came with Lei Zhentian changed greatly, and this was simply a slap in the face of Feixian Sect in front of everyone.

Looking at the face of Tie Qing, the Jindan monk of the Flying Immortal Gate, he said indifferently: "In the first battle of the year, a hundred years later, you are still hovering at the peak of the Jindan, and I, Lu Guangkai, am only half a baby!"

Lei Zhentian looked at Lu Guangkai's clear gaze, his face gradually recovered, and he smiled bitterly: "The high-spirited Lei Zhentian back then is long gone, and what you are looking for is just an old and decrepit mediocrity."

After speaking, the two looked into the distance together, as if they were recalling something.

Just as everyone was waiting anxiously, it took a long time for the two to look at each other and smile.

Lei Zhentian raised his hand and made a gesture of invitation to Lu Guangkai and said, "The head of your intention is already known, but there are some details that need to be negotiated with you."

Lu Guangkai nodded with satisfaction, waved his sleeves, and let the flying boat fall down the mountain.

Dozens of silver-shirted disciples on the boat jumped out of the flying boat and landed on the ground, and he pointed at the flying boat and said, "Collect."

The mile-long flying boat suddenly turned into a streamer of light and disappeared into his wide sleeves.

Lu Guangkai looked at the disciple in front of him and said, "You can go and communicate with the disciples in the Flying Immortal Sect, but don't provoke right and wrong, otherwise I will be severely punished."

After speaking, under the leadership of Lei Zhentian and a few people, he disappeared into the depths of the sea of clouds.