Sect Leader Is Under Great Pressure

Chapter 22 Is this protection?

Facts have proved that although Feng Qingxiu’s eyes are not so good, he hasn’t recognized the great **** for a long time, but his brain is still worthy of recognition.

He closed his eyes deeply, tried to calm down, kneeled in the hall respectfully and respectfully, and bowed three times to the person above under the eyes of countless people.

“Disciple Feng Qingxiu, pay a visit to Master.” Although there was a hint of excitement in the voice, the tone remained steady after all.

This brought him a trace of admiration in the hearts of everyone, being overwhelmed with great joy and sadness, it was a kind of cultivation in itself.

But it only stops there!

As soon as the head-in-chief said that he would refuse me for the third time, even the head-in-chief’s prestige couldn’t suppress the criticism in the whole hall!

three times?

Tease us? ?

who is he! How dare to refuse the head! Still three times? ?

Besides, if you want to be unyielding, you will refuse it again. The 100-foot club head goes one step further. Why don’t you pretend that the white lotus is installed?

What is your knee!

Where’s the little fairy!

Even the head can hook up, and still want to get in the way, pure and beautiful? ? ?

Even the chief elder Yan Zhao couldn’t help but smoked his face, and quietly pulled at the junior sister, and asked, “Narcissus, is this really the head? It was not invaded by some demon, right?”

“Want to know, you can ask the headmaster.” Bai Narcissus also looked terrified, “What happened to the headmaster?”

The girl Ji Mingyu who was standing not far away would cry if she was wronged.

Why is he?

How did this little fairy do it? Will he tell his father that mine is not good?

I never bullied him! Can I not recite the pot?

She also wanted to ask, but she didn’t dare.

Other peak owners also communicated and whispered to each other.

The head glanced at them indifferently, and succeeded in closing their mouths, and then in the eyes of everyone, he issued an order: “If this is the case, come up.”

Feng Qingxiu raised her head to look at the familiar face, the other side looked cold, still lonely.

He suddenly remembered how he once smiled and asked “Really?”

With his eyes facing each other, his confusion suddenly calmed down.

No matter why he accepts him as a disciple, it doesn’t matter. Since he chooses, whether the road ahead is thorny or bumpy, it’s all his.

Getting up, he walked up calmly step by step.

From Baizhang away, walked to him.

This is the main hall of Kun-Lai, this is the Lord of Kun-Lai.

This way is close to the supreme glory, the supreme power, the supreme fame and fortune.

There are also endless dangers.

But what does it matter, he is close to him after all.

The immortal who has admired since the governor, guides the path of cultivation, and guards the true **** of Xizhou.

Compared with foreign objects, what is more important than this?

When he stood next to Ji Yunlai, the eyes of His Highness’s disciples were dissatisfied and dissatisfied, but after all, they were still bent on their knees under the urging eyes of the elders.

“Congratulations to the head, congratulations to big brother!”

“Congratulations to Xing Dao master, for winning this good disciple.” The expatriate guests also came forward to congratulate.

For a time, all kinds of congratulations were incessant, and the unfamiliar wind and beauty were exaggerated, and there were few in the sky and nothing in the earth, and the disciples around were disdainful of it.

One of the disciples kneeling on the ground—the girl in the yellow dress in Kun-Lai Seventh Show with a strange look, whispered to the friends around him: “How do you feel like a bride walking next to the groom step by step? Everyone congratulates the newly-married…”

You Jia gave her a white look and whispered: “Shut up!”

The head is not so superficial.

“There must be an inside story.” A Mengqing girl frowned slightly and looked at her friend next to her skillfully.

The black-clothed young man looked dazed, with an extremely embarrassed expression: “Senior Sister, this really can’t be taken apart.”

That’s the master’s disciple. I caught it for you to dismantle a few times-even if you can put it back, can we really resist the master’s sword of heaven? Sister, where’s your confidence!

“Timid and fearful, how can I be favored by Immortal Dao,” a Mengqing girl snorted, “Finally, first find out from the blood of his family and smash 10,000 spiritual stones down. I don’t believe that there are no mortals in their family who don’t want me to demolish.”

“…” The young man was speechless. Ten thousand spirit stones have been earned by a better little sect for the whole year. What is it that you use it to smash mortals? Is it really amazing to be able to use public funds?

…

The two masters and apprentices in the hall were also secretly shocked by the power that Kun-Lai showed.

Ji Yunlai lost his memory and under the threat of the self with the memory, he was not very interested in retrieving the memory. So although he knew that Kun-Lai was huge, his feelings were never as deep as now.

Feng Qingxiu is even worse, he is too young after all, just stepping into the fairy gate.

This is regarded as the arrival of ten thousand immortals!

The farther Dongzhou Sect actually heard the news that they had arrived four years in advance…

Not to mention Kun-Lai Seventy-two Peak Peak Master’s lowest Yuan Ying cultivation base-this is already the absolute pillar of the small school.

Not to mention those easily neglected transformation of gods—this kind is the backbone of the middle gate. Whether a sect can pass two hundred years depends on whether there is a strong **** of transformation. Otherwise, after the Yuan Ying, the sect will be like floating. , And then fell.

Not to mention the terrifying monks in the same way-there is one such cultivation level that is the top middle door, let alone Kun-Lai has more than a dozen.

Just talk about the expatriate who came.

Most of the people who came were the backbone of the sect, and many of the small sects came directly from the head-but the small sects basically can only drink spiritual tea at the bottom of the mountain, and are not qualified to go to the main hall.

After the Dao Sect experienced the Great Profound Tribulation, the classics were lost, the strong fell, and only after the millennium passed did he barely regain his vitality.

The most prosperous land of the Terran is the Central Continent, which is rich in aura and countless treasures of heaven and earth. It is also the foundation of the Taoist door. The three main gates are in Central Continent. Among the remaining four continents, East Continent is second, which is still prosperous. Therefore, it is enough to live. The Northwestern Continent is far from the coast, and it is a bitter cold and dry land. At that time, only small and medium sects were stationed.

However, six hundred years ago, the Kun-Lai faction emerged in Xizhou, and it attracted the gas from the South China Sea, turning the Gobi desert into a water town in the south of the Yangtze River. After many years of operation, Kun-Lai, which had only a dozen people at the beginning, was already the unspoken visitor.

As a result, countless Sanxiu sects quietly settled in Xizhou, not seeking to learn about the world, but just wanting to eat.

Other sects are more secretly fighting against each other. After all, Kun-Lai has risen too fast, even the Central Continents are also on guard, for fear that it will be another Great Profound Dynasty.

Previously, the three majors in Central Continent sent envoys to test the matter of the Great Profound Secret Realm, just to see if Kun-Lai had any flaws.

The existence of flaws depends on whether the head of Kun-Lai is shutting down.

If so, they can plan more, if not, then they can die.

There is a human immortal in the three major gates, connected to the head of Kun-Lai, and is called the four sages of the human race. It is the key to contending with the great sage of the monster race. As a last resort, they will not attack each other.

But now, the Kun-Lai forces in Xizhou are beginning to faintly radiate Central Continent, making the Central Continents more alert.

For example, at this moment, some guests vaguely complained about the Kun-Lai disciples’ domineering and arrogant things that grab opportunities from others.

“I heard that the disciples under his sect are getting more and more domineering recently?” Hearing the complaints of a foreigner, Ji Yunlai looked at Yan Zhao indifferently.

“It is common sense to be mad.” Yan Zhao sneered. “I have lived in Kun-Lai in the Central Continent. I have suffered countless deaths and injuries for hundreds of years. Only then have I got the current situation. Those who pick peaches want to live on an equal footing? They too? Match?”

Cultivation is difficult, resources are limited, and the contention between the inner faction and the inner faction can be said to be first come, first come. As for outsiders, is it funny?

Within Kun-Lai’s forces, even a single bone belongs to Kun-Lai, and he wants to send it to casual repairers. Yes, go to Outland to find it!

Ji Yunlai nodded and ignored the matter. Instead, he and his apprentice continued to watch the various contests and presents of the ceremony. The peaks of this ceremony can be said to be painstaking and eye-opening.

But no matter how much you like it, you can’t stand it for a long time. After watching it for a day, Ji Yunlai didn’t want to watch it, because logically, their celebration was three days.

However, Feng Qingxiu’s injury was not healed. After such a strained day, although his face was as usual, the faint fatigue could not hide him.

So he didn’t say much, flicked his long sleeves, took the new apprentice, and left the hall in a blink of an eye.

A group of elder peak masters were left looking at each other.

“What has changed back to the past? Is the old brother so self-willed?” Yan Zhao’s expression was lightened a lot. “It’s still so arbitrary, at least it hasn’t deteriorated!”

“This… it’s good to be able to change a little.” Bai Narcissus reluctantly said, and at the same time waved his hand to ask the ceremony to continue.

“Feng Qingxiu’s life experience has been checked.” The young man who looked cold next to him said, “Nothing unusual, but Shoushanju found out that the head of the house had contacted him before, a month ago.”

“Why don’t you report?” The expressions of the other elders instantly became gloomy.

“They dare not. Besides, we can’t believe it?” The young man smiled bitterly.

This is, who would believe that the head of Kun-Lai would look at an ordinary teenager differently, and Yan Zhao shook his head: “Forget it, we can only worry about it for nothing. After all these years, Kun-Lai Mountain is the only thing we can worry about for him. .”

Bai Shuixian turned his head and said to a few outstanding Tianjiao disciples: “You have converged recently, don’t provoke new brothers.”

Then I saw the disciples nodding their heads obediently, showing no objection, and resolutely agreeing.

She sighed.

“Forget it, you won’t listen anyway.”

The disciples are still obedient, have no objection, and resolutely agree.