"you you……"

Zhunti couldn't believe his eyes.

He had been crying and howling before, using his huge soul power to make everyone feel the same, especially the two fools Hongyun, who couldn't help but give up their seats and grab a seat.

Immediately afterwards, he immediately turned his face, his voice was fierce, and he took advantage of the situation and angrily scolded the Kunpeng Demon Master. In a short period of time, he caught Kunpeng off guard and forcefully suppressed the Demon Master's momentum...

As soon as his morale fell, cowardice emerged. How could Kunpeng still have any dignity? He sat on the last futon and was looked down upon by others.

Therefore, I can only give up my seat...

When the matter reaches this point, the merits are naturally complete. Zhunti believes that among the three thousand guests present in Zixiao Palace, only the few sitting in front are qualified to discuss matters with his two brothers, and the others are not worthy.

Mention.

He sat with peace of mind and contentment.

Do your part.

Why go to such great lengths to grab this seat?

In fact, when the soul enters the realm and the spiritual cultivation reaches a very high level, others do not know it, but Zhunti and Jieying understand it as soon as they enter the Zixiao Palace.

Looking around, the seat on the high platform in Zixiao Palace is like seeing the sky. I dare not look at it more.

But under the high platform, the six futon seats arranged in a row are full of luck, shrouded in purple air, and as far as the eye can see, it is like seeing the blue sea and mulberry fields of the future, the power of heaven and earth...

These six seats are not easy to pass up. You must fight for a seat.

Zhunti and his brother just looked at each other and made a decision.

Weeping loudly, attracting attention, forcing words, and shocking the soul, he finally achieved his goal. However, before he had time to be happy, he saw a handsome young Taoist priest in green robe popping out from nowhere. He was smiling and had already taken the lead.

One step later, I sat on the last futon.

Zhunti almost spit out a mouthful of blood.

I have worked so hard, spent all my energy, and lost all my face to get the seats. How can I give others an advantage?

No, this Taoist priest came out of nowhere. He looked completely inconspicuous just now. He just stood there quietly, without any threat, and was extremely gentle.

There was no hint of threat at all.

However, such body skills and such adaptability?

I just turned around and took a look. In an instant, he had already sat on his seat.

Zhunti was furious in his heart, and a wave of rage almost broke through his forehead. Countless bloodshot eyes appeared in his pupils. He screamed in anger. He took a long breath, suppressed the crazy murderous intention, and squeezed out a smile: "This Taoist priest

Friend, you see, it is too hard for us two brothers to come from the desolate land of the west. Fellow Daoist Hongyun and Kunpeng have already given up their seats to my brother. Can you stand up..."

"This seat is destined to be a poor Taoist. Fellow Taoist, there is no need to say more."

Yang Lin looked solemn, waved his hands with a calm face, and just sat on the futon.

What he put on was an attitude of "I will remain unmoved no matter how the wind blows from the southeast or the northwest."

You say, if you know how to talk, talk more, and if I shake my butt, I will lose.

As soon as he sat on the futon, his ability to discern faults and misfortune and fortune was already touched.

As expected, I guessed right. Since the six seats are where the holy throne will be in the future, they naturally have something strange about them. They are not just seats for resting.

If it is just a place for resting, then Zixiao Palace is so vast, where can’t people sit there?

Even if you sit on the floor at a distance and listen to Taoist Hongjun's sermon, you can still hear it. After sitting for a long time, you can stand up without fear of numbness in your feet.

So, what’s so strange about six seats?

As soon as Yang Lin sat down and couldn't see anything else clearly, at least he could see a little clearly, and when his butt touched the futon, he felt extremely calm.

There is also a ray of indifferent regular energy swirling around the body, which seems to be connected with the main hall. Without permission, if outsiders want to attack you, they will probably attack the main hall.

This, of course, still needs to be confirmed.

But Yang Lin guessed that it was probably true.

As long as you sit on the futon, no matter how powerful your quasi-tiktok is, you can't even think of hurting a single hair on your body.

In fact, in Zixiao Palace, under normal circumstances, no one would fight.

They came to listen to the sermon. In the presence of the saint, no one dared to be presumptuous, lest they offend Hongjun.

It can be seen from this that Hongyun is stupid, and Kunpeng is not much better. When he was frightened, he left the futon dejectedly. In other words, even if you can't get down, who can drag you down?

Yang Lin said "The seat is destined for me" and he almost didn't lift it up. He looked at the monks with different expressions around him. They were all laughing at the monks. After a while, he reorganized his words and his tone was particularly sinister: "Fellow Taoist."

, No matter how capable you are, how big things you can do, although the ancient world is vast, for our generation of Qi Refiners, hundreds of millions of miles are just a leisurely journey, and we can only meet each other without looking up. Many friends, many roads, don't you think so?

It is not a wise idea for Taoist fellow Taoists to forcibly snatch the seats of my two brothers today. In the Zixiao Palace, I will give the saint face and will not touch you. When the sermon is over, all grievances and grudges must be faced, and it will be inevitable.

After doing this, fellow Taoist ask yourself, can you stop my two brothers?"

This person Zhunti is indeed a powerful person who can carry forward Western religion in later generations and has made plans for great prosperity early on. His plans and conduct are all remarkable. His words at this time are particularly convincing.

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There were people all around who spoke up and said, "Yes, Taoist Wu Namu, please guide me, and my two Taoist friends, Zhunti, are famous masters in the ancient world. There are no more than five fingers in the world who can defeat them."

Moreover, Taoist friend Zhunti is very clear about grievances and revenge. If you offended him today, you may be harmed by him as soon as you leave Zixiao Palace, so you have to be careful."

"That's it. This fellow Taoist has done a bad job in this matter. Listening to the teachings and seeking the Dharma is not just listening. It is necessary to offend an enemy you can't afford to offend just for a seat. This is the right way to die."

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The surroundings are noisy and lovely.

There were some colorful and strange Daluo realm monks, giving advice in a flurry of words.

Some are sincere and some are false.

Most people still couldn't look at Yang Lin, an unknown person who at first glance seemed not to be too powerful, sitting on the futon.

Who doesn't know that under the high platform, there are six futons, and the most powerful and distinguished people must sit down.

It doesn't make sense. You, a weakling, sit carelessly in front, while experts like them stand in the back as if they are minions. Isn't this humiliating?

Some people had already expressed their dissatisfaction when Hongyun and Kunpeng were sitting on the seats, but at least there was no such anger. Kunpeng, as a demon master, was basically on the same level as the Demon Emperor and Donghuang. All three of them could sit there.

Same. But Hongyun is a good old man in ancient times, and he loves making friends the most. This person is a typical social badass. No matter whether he behaves on a daily basis or makes people dislike him, there is really no one who will break him.

face.

Because, no matter what the circumstances, this guy carelessly makes friends with others. He has a sour face and has no idea what shame is. He keeps saying he is doing it for your own good...

Everyone wants to lose face, and even if they feel unhappy, not many people would really break up with him.

The most important thing is that Hongyun and Kunpeng are not weak in strength.

In addition to the famous top masters such as Sanqing, Nuwa, Jie Yin, and Zhunti, they are also considered first-class figures, and they can barely make people believe in them.

But what the hell is "Mu Taoist"?

I heard that he just started to transform into success a few days ago, and he also had a grudge against Kunpeng.

This is a short-lived appearance.

Who doesn't know that if you offend Kunpeng, you will offend a large number of people in the Demon Clan Heavenly Court.

Even in the Zixiao Palace, there were at least dozens of powerful monsters here, and they looked at him with very unkind eyes.
Chapter completed!