The disciples of the seven major sects arrived one after another. Yunzhong Crocodile and Xingyue Pavilion fell on the open space. Everyone jumped down. Diao Hande, the leader of Wanzhou Mountain, glanced at him and said bluntly: "Yantian Sect's Jade-faced Yama, and Fengming Valley's Lieyun Sword, you two old guys are not dead yet."

This guy nicknamed Gui Jianchou, has always had a bad reputation and speaks badly, so that the strong men from other sects are very disgusted. Dongfang Li snorted coldly: "Barring."

Qin Cheng also said with a gloomy face: "It's stinking..."

Diao Hande smiled sinisterly and said, "Damn it, don't pretend to be serious with me, you two hypocrites."

A silver bell-like laughter came from the Xingyue Pavilion, "Elder Diao is so quick to speak, and he told the true faces of the two old guys in one word..."

Dongfang Li and Qin Cheng's faces became increasingly ugly. When they turned their heads and looked over, they saw a graceful figure flying over, and the light purple robe fluttered in the wind, like a fairy descending to earth.

The woman has white hair as white as snow. She looks quite old. She is at least in her seventies or eighties, but she has a beautiful face. She only has small wrinkles that are not easy to detect at the corners of her eyes. She looks like a beautiful woman. Her name is Weng Qianling, nicknamed Yinsi Fairy, and is one of the senior figures in the Star Moon Palace. She is almost an equal to Dongfang Li and others. This time she led thirty young female disciples to the spiritual realm.

This woman is also a difficult person. Although Dongfang Li and Qin Cheng were dissatisfied, they had no choice but to fight each other first.

Seeing the embarrassed expression on the two old men's faces, Diao Hande smiled and said, "What the fairy said is very much..." Unexpectedly, a disdainful look flashed in Weng Qianling's bright eyes, and she said contemptuously: "Compared with them, you are not a good thing." He was so angry that he endured it but did not get into anger, and said with a shameless face: "A good person does not live long, and it will last for thousands of years."

The arrival of the strong men made Qiu Yu amazed, and there was a kind of pressure that he didn't even dare to exert his grandeur. He glanced quietly and sighed in his heart, not knowing when I could reach their realm, thirty years, fifty years, or longer, alas, maybe it would never be able to surpass it in his lifetime.

Just as the super strong men were quarreling, the other three teams also came from the air. The first one was the disciples of Tianfo Temple. A huge golden lotus mount with a diameter of more than ten feet appeared on the east side, shining with dazzling light, and the sacred exuded a high-profile look.

There were dozens of monks standing on the lotus seat, most of whom were young disciples, wearing gray monk's robes, with a solemn expression and no squint.

The leader is an old monk with long eyebrows and hair. He looks like a great monk. His Dharma name is Kongji and is one of the elders of Tianfo Temple.

A giant flying sword that was fifteen feet long flew over the southwest, as wide as one, flashing with sharp silver light. An old Taoist priest stood at the tip of the sword, standing with one leg like a golden rooster standing proudly in the wind. He was one of the senior figures in Yufeng Temple, and was nicknamed "The Sword of Rebirth".

Behind were thirty young Taoist priests, mixed with men and women, all carrying long swords. The two of them spread side by side and stood at the hilt of the sword, arranged very neatly and motionlessly.

Dozens of monsters flew in the northeast, covering all kinds of strange beasts. The leader was the rare third-level green unicorn eagle, which was about the same size as the Qiuyu purple crow. Except for the wings that emit metallic luster, the rest of the eagle were covered with green scales, which was very majestic.

A ragged old man riding on the back of the eagle, with a disheveled and desolate face, was ridiculous, but the person who carried the tripod of Songyunmen was named Li Zhenting, and he also had a great reputation, nicknamed "The God Beggar with Pi Tian."

Following the Qinglin Eagle are second-level monsters, and the drivers are all young disciples, with more men and few women, and they are uniformly wearing blue robes and full of energy.

Seeing these disciples of Songyun Sect riding second-level monsters, even the arrogant Yunlan Palace disciples of Fengming Valley were flashing with envy. They originally thought that they had first-level flying monsters, but who knew they could not make any moves. Thanks to Uncle Qin driving the colorful phoenix to come, otherwise they would appear by steering their own mounts and be compared before they even entered the spiritual realm.

In fact, the disciples of Yunlan Palace forgot another thing, that is, the spiritual realm is far away from Fengming Valley. If they ride a first-level flying monster, they cannot reach it directly, because the first-level monster does not have the physical strength to fly here, so they cannot say when they will arrive, so they are afraid that they will delay the main business.

The golden lotus throne landed first, and the light disappeared. Master Kongji of Tianfo Temple chose the Buddha's name, "Amitabha," then took a step forward and leaped down.

Master Kongji was highly respected, which made a group of strong men come forward to say hello to him. The young monks behind him also jumped down, as if they were cooking dumplings, and then formed a team after they arrived on the ground. However, some monks obviously had six unclean roots and their eyes quietly looked at the female disciples of other sects.

At the same time, Yufengguan's giant sword swooped down from the air, like a passenger plane. The Taoist priests leaned forward and their muscles were twisted by the strong wind, and their clothes were clamoring, making people worry about whether they would fall down.

Obviously, such worries are purely unnecessary. Both men and women's Taoist priests' feet are like roots, firmly sticking to the blade. When the giant sword is two taller than the ground, it gradually slows down and finally falls steadily to the ground.

Taoist Luoyun led a group of disciples down, and he raised his hand and said, "Everyone, I am polite here." But he attracted a group of strong men to laugh at him, "What are you pretending to be a good person?"

"I will recognize you even if I burned to ashes..."

The last one arrived was a group of disciples from Songyun Sect, who flew over by controlling the monsters. Many disciples looked up and admired the flying monsters that they rarely see on weekdays.

Qiu Yu was the same. He thought that the Qinglin Eagle in the lead was really good. He thought to himself that if he had a duel with my Purple Crow, he would not know which of the two high-level flying monsters was more powerful. Subconsciously, he glanced at the old man on the eagle's back and couldn't help laughing. Why are you wearing such a ragged dress? It was intentional. The old man has a personality!

Suddenly, Qiu Yu felt that the old man was familiar with him. In the flash of lightning, he suddenly remembered that the other party was an old beggar who had dealt with him...

This matter is a long story, and it was a few months ago. Qiu Yu met an old beggar and invited the other party to eat meat and drink without any disgust. When he was leaving, the old man gave him a token and explained that when he had nowhere to go in the future, he could use this token to go to Songyun Gate and have a place to stay.
Chapter completed!