"Hahaha, if the other guys know what happened today, they must take it out and publicize it." Jiang Nanmo, atop the cloud group, looked at Liu Wansheng with a dark face and couldn't help laughing.

Liu Wansheng snorted coldly, pondered for a moment, then put away his black face, and said, "It doesn't matter whether I make a fool of myself or not, what's important is the next trip to the secret realm."

Jiang Nanmo seemed to hear what Liu Wansheng said, and raised his eyebrows and said in surprise: "Are you going to invite him to the secret realm together?"

"No," Liu Wansheng nodded, and then continued, "Junior Brother Yunlang's magic is not weaker than my Taoist one and two, and he can even be slightly better than me in some cases, which shows his extraordinary talent."

"Well, I saw it clearly outside the court. Junior Brother Yun Lang's flute sound is much more wonderful than your flute sound." Jiang Nanmo agreed.

Liu Wansheng naturally admitted his shortcomings generously. Looking at Ji Yunlang, who had already stepped onto the cloud group and was surrounded by many disciples to congratulate him, he continued to say: "In addition to these, his master's physical cultivation level in the middle stage of the middle stage is enough to stand with us, let alone his original Taoist Dharma."

"Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk, the middle stage of foundation building, the middle stage of the master, and the realm of enlightenment, are really a complete monster. I don't know where he got so much energy from the three types of fellow practitioners." Jiang Nanmo shook his head and sighed, and then stopped talking, but a different thought arose in his heart.

Liu Wansheng is quite familiar with Jiang Nanmo's character. After pondering for a while, he bid farewell to him.

After all, Liu Wansheng's voice in the clan is weaker than Jiang Nanmo's voice in his clan. Although he is one step ahead now, the result is not predictable.

As for why Liu Wansheng had just leaked rumors in front of Jiang Nanmo, he wanted to test it out and see if Jiang Nanmo had the same thoughts as him.

Now that his words in front of the clan have to change to three points, so that he can continue to lead.

Above the cloud group, Ji Yunlang was surrounded by many disciples. Listening to their praise, he couldn't help feeling a little nervous.

And Miao Xiaomiao is very dissatisfied with these strange human-shaped monsters. As long as they don’t enter their own territory, he will not pay attention to them.

Maybe Ji Yunlang felt that if he stayed there, he would have to be overwhelmed by the disciples on the third floor of the inner and outer floors. He picked up Miao Xiaomiao and bowed to the four sides and said, "My brothers, I have something to do outside, so I left first, sorry."

As soon as he finished speaking, before the rest of the people could react, he pinched the Taoist tips.

The clouds under his feet shook slightly, and suddenly became widening, and then they turned into clouds, disappearing with Ji Yunlang and Miao Xiaomiao.

Inside the Tao, one of the landscape paintings in the surrounding murals lit up slightly, and a beam of spiritual light came out quickly. When the spiritual light dissipated, Ji Yunlang and Miao Xiaomao were revealed.

The current remarks of Taoju are even more lively than before. When Ji Yunlang saw this scene, he stuffed Miao Xiaomiao into his arms and left quickly.

Although he was stunned, he knew that if he had taken a few steps tonight, he would definitely be surrounded again, and at that time, it would be difficult to escape.

The circle of Diyin Theory of Taoism ranks among the top ten among all circles in the sect, and it is considered a big circle. The Taoist collection lasts for three days, the Taoist collection of disciples two days ago, and the Taoist collection of elders on the last day, which has nothing to do with Ji Yunlang.

In the past two days, there were a lot of things on the afternoon of the first day. The disciples not only had to sell and trade for some cultivation resources, but also had to discuss the Taoist platform and discuss the rise and fall of the Taoist stage, so it was relatively late to discuss the Taoist theory in the circle.

On the second day, Weidu said that when the elders preached on the third level of Yidao Palace and answered questions, it was at that time that they could see the horror of the Great Yijianque Sect. After all, it was incredible that the Jindan-stage monks could preach and answer questions in the eyes of many small sects.

Of course, all these are said that the elders' time is very precious, so they can get some compensation for sect points this day.

Ji Yunlang put aside his thoughts and walked towards the west side. He had just obtained the place where he spoke of the flute sound in the identity jade pendant, so he walked straight to the other side.

About half a quarter of an hour later, he passed by and came to a medium-sized room called "Huan Zhuju".

There are already fifty disciples sitting here, and there are many spiritual fruits and spiritual tea in front of them. After all, there are many Qi Refining Cultivators in the circle. They have not yet fasted the saint, and they can't stand the theory that lasts for more than ten hours.

When discussing the Tao, it is inevitable to go on stage to compete. With the supplement of the spiritual fruit, the disciples' spiritual power will always be at a very high level to deal with any sudden things.

As for the cost of these spiritual fruits, they must be shared equally by everyone in the circle.

Ji Yunlang found an empty space and sat cross-legged and calmed down. He had little spiritual power in his body now, let alone a little injured, so he did not participate in the discussion among other disciples.

Time passed slowly, and more and more disciples were inside Huan Zhuju. The deeds of Ji Yunlang's victory over Liu Wansheng on the Taoist Platform inevitably came here.

They all looked at Ji Yunlang. When they realized that the latter was recovering, the originally noisy talk suddenly paused, and then it became as thin as a mosquito.

No matter what personality or appearance a strong man becomes taller in the hearts of others, but Ji Yunlang didn't notice this.

His recovery has reached a critical moment and cannot tolerate external disturbances.

If you look closely, you will see faint blue gases wandering around it, and no pressure spreads out there, but the disciples who look at each other have a feeling that they cannot be underestimated.

After about another cup of tea, Ji Yunlang's body shook and slowly opened his eyes. The green gas around him slowly turned into his body.

Looking at the more than a hundred disciples in front of him who were staring at him, Ji Yunlang smiled indifferently and said, "Here, no matter how you practice, you only discuss the Tao!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a disciple in the middle of the room bowed and said, "I have some insights from the sound of the flute. Please give me some advice from Senior Brother Yunlang."

Feeling the aura of cultivation that was as good as him in Song Zihe's body, Ji Yunlang released Miao Xiaomiao from his arms, ignored the astonishing gazes of the people around him, walked to the center of Huan Zhuju, and slowly said "please".

In Ji Yunlang's opinion, the time of discussing Taoism passed faster than ever. When the sky was lightly bright, the Deyin Discussion announced the end. The exhausted Qi Qi-refining disciple ended with heavy discomfort and swallowed the spiritual fruit on the table into his stomach, and sat cross-legged. After all, they still talked about the elders' preaching afterwards. If they didn't have enough energy, they would probably not be able to get through it.

The disciples in the Foundation Establishment Stage were much better than that. They talked and laughed and tasted the delicious spiritual fruits, and left in groups of three or three.

Ji Yunlang did not refuse Song Zihe's proposal to travel. He carried the energetic Miao Xiaomiao on his shoulders and left Huan Zhuju with Song Zihe.
Chapter completed!