"I have calculated that Shang Tang has finished his energy, and this conference is probably related to this matter."

Chu Feng's words were one step closer, and he almost lifted the lid of the coffin.

"Junior brother, stop talking"

Master Xuandu rarely said he would stop him, and obviously he had a certain understanding of the inside story.

Bixiao, who was about to speak, calmed down, but Yunxiao, Zhao Gongming and others beside him frowned slightly.

Generally speaking, the rise and fall of mortal dynasties has nothing to do with these monks. Once it is involved, it is not a trivial matter.

Next, no one spoke.

From the hillside to the top of the mountain, we have encountered some monks, Jie Sect and Xing Sect one after another.

This fellow Taoist, the fellow Taoist, didn't listen, and soon after, he broke up and sent the other party to the List of Gods.

Arriving in front of the Yuxu Palace where Daoyun was leisurely and full of atmosphere, Yuanshi Tianzun, who was guarding the door, sat down with his eldest disciple Guangchengzi, and told everyone that Tianzun and the leader of Tongtian were discussing matters inside, and no one could enter.

Chu Feng and his senior brother, Master Xuandu, retreated to the corner and waited.

Compared to chatting among the crowds of others, Chu Feng and his senior brother Xuan Du were simply two familiar strangers. They stood together without saying a word.

"Why"

A crisp girl, a beautiful face as beautiful as a flower came into view.

"It turns out to be Fairy Bixiao"

Chu Feng is very polite.

Bi Xiao's eyes swept over the Xuandu Master and teased in a low voice: "It's been a while since we've been here. Hundreds of monks, and there's nothing to say, you and your senior brother. What a pair of weirdos."

Chu Feng smiled bitterly, and he wanted to chat and laugh, but what could he do if he had this dull senior brother?

As for the monks around him, he didn't know any of them and rashly went up to talk, and there was nothing to talk about.

"You must not know anyone here, I will take you to know."

Bixiao took the initiative to pull Chu Feng and walked towards a crowded place.

No matter where the beauty goes, it is a striking sight, and the cultivator who practices is no exception. Bi Xiao, a beautiful monk like an elf, pulls a young Taoist priest with a face like a jade, and walks through the crowd, which is very eye-catching.

Many monks who were talking looked at each other in surprise, and Chu Feng's age and cultivation also attracted their attention.

To be honest, except for the congenital gods and drug-taking people, the Golden Immortal, who is over 300 years old, has never appeared before.

"Fairy, who do you want to take me to know?"

Chu Feng, who was dragged away, asked curiously.

In theory, Sanxiao on Sanxian Island is all homegirls who have worked hard to practice. There should be no one knowing here.

"You'll know when you're here."

Bixiao pulled Chu Feng through a few people and stopped.

Chu Feng looked up and saw Sanxiao's righteous brother, Fengshen's handsome Zhao Gongmingzheng having a passionate conversation with a middle-aged monk.

"He is Shen Gongbao, what you mentioned just now."

Bixiao lowered his voice and said softly in Chu Feng's ear.

Shen Gongbao, fellow Taoist please stay. Seeing the famous Shen Gongbao standing with Zhao Gongming, he looks like he has a good relationship. Chu Feng sympathizes with Zhao Gongming from the bottom of his heart. If you treat him as a friend, he will never be doomed.

"Let's go, go and get to know each other. Shen Gongbao is also very curious about you, the newly acquired disciple of the saint of Taiqing."

Bixiao pulled Chu Feng and walked around in a hurry.

Chu Feng thought it was not good, and being curious about Shen Gongbao, it was not a good sign.

Zhao Gongming, who was talking to Shen Gongbao, turned his head and said enthusiastically: "Brother, look, this is the fellow Taoist Chu I mentioned to you. If you are only three hundred years old, you are already a golden immortal."

When Shen Gongbao heard this, he made a gesture with admiration, his eyes full of envy.

"The talent of fellow Taoists is not inferior to that of innate gods."

When Chu Feng saw Shen Gongbao, he was a little awkward instinctively. He stopped a little further away and smiled and said, "Fellow Dao Shen Gong is polite. I am just a lucky person. I heard that Fellow Dao Shen Gong is deeply loved by the Heavenly Lord. I believe that it will not take long to cultivate to the realm of Golden Immortal."

Shen Gongbao was slightly stunned, and then his face was filled with smiles.

"Meng Tianzun Buqi, taught some magic."

That's nonsense. Those who are late for Shen Gongbao are usually taught by a certain agent among the twelve Golden Immortals.

Some disciples of the Chan Sect next to him heard Shen Gongbao say this, contempt flashed in their eyes.

The monk's subtle emotions towards people were very obvious. Shen Gongbao quickly turned his head and looked at it. Seeing that all of them had higher cultivation than him, he turned his head over with hatred.

"Fellow Daoist Chu, I still have some things to do, so I'll say goodbye first."

"Fellow Taoist, do whatever you want"

Chu Feng looked at Shen Gongbao far away very politely.

Zhao Gongming sighed quietly.

"Fellow Daogong Shen, sooner or later, will cause trouble."

Chu Feng thought to himself that it was not just a disaster or a war of gods. Shen Gongbao acted more like a person who responded to the disaster than Jiang Ziya, who responded to the disaster. A fellow Taoist please stay and become a nightmare for countless monks.

"Shen Gongbao has seen it, I will take you to meet Jiang Ziya."

Bixiao dragged Chu Feng in another direction.

One of the Jieshi female disciples and one of them teaches male disciples, and the movements are so intimate.

Many people mistakenly think that the two are Taoist couples and smile knowingly.

Bixiao, who was a little careless, woke up and quickly put down Chu Feng's arm and walked in front with a reserved look on his face.

Chu Feng secretly sighed in his heart that this Bixiao, who had been practicing for countless years, was simply like a little girl.

After a while, the two of them came to a monk with white hair and beard.

To be honest, but looking at the appearance, I would think that Jiang Ziya is the oldest here.

"Meet Brother Dao"

When Jiang Ziya saw Chu Feng, hello immediately. In his perception, this place was a long time since he got started.

Bixiao beside him burst into laughter.

"Fellow Daoist Jiang, this fellow Daoist Chu has just joined the sect of the Taiqing Saint not long ago."

Jiang Ziya's eyes were filled with surprise. Some people appeared here later than he entered the school.

"But he is over 300 years old, and his Golden Immortal's cultivation level is higher than that of many people here."

Bixiao added.

"After three hundred years old, the Golden Immortal's cultivation level!"

Jiang Ziya looked shocked. He had been going up the mountain for more than 30 years and had not yet cultivated his fart. The person in front of him was a golden immortal in his 300s. He was really a peerless genius in his genius.

Chu Feng smiled, then pointed at Bixiao.

"Fellow Daoist Jiang, what do you think of Fairy Bixiao?"

Jiang Ziya looked at Bixiao and said honestly: "Fairy Bixiao is innocent and radiant, and can be called a peerless beauty."

"Hehe, thank you fellow Taoist Jiang for your approval."

Both of Bi Xiaoxi's wine vortexes appeared.

Chu Feng changed into a serious expression.

"If the battlefield is an enemy in the future, can she be left with a way out?"

Bixiao's expression was frozen.
Chapter completed!