It's September, and autumn is crisp.
Outside the Infinite Tower, the atmosphere seems to be a little hot, and many people are already grinding their fists, staring closely at the exit of the Infinite Tower, as long as Feng Feiyun comes out of the Infinite Tower, they will rob people.
There were too many old immortal-level bosses who came, which made the old man who guarded the tower feel a lot of pressure, and kept wiping his forehead with his sleeves, slowly retreating, afraid of being hurt innocent.
The god king Longchuan Phoenix, taking the lead, standing under the stone tablet of Baizhang, with white hair coiled on the top of his head, with a golden crown, long jade hair, tall posture, boots worth 10,000 gold, belts are made of red gold, wearing a golden robe that is extremely stylish, the whole body is shining with gold, and his bearing is very extraordinary.
Since you want to accept disciples, you will naturally make yourself decent, otherwise no disciple will be mixed with you.
The god king was already standing there, and other people with ill intentions naturally retreated one by one, not daring to compete with the god king, this is a well-known old cheat, and no one dares to offend him.
Of course, there are also a few old immortals who don't buy the accounts of the god king, these old immortals are the tower masters of the older generation of the Vientiane Tower, but the few people who stand at the top.
"Hmph Longchuan Feng, you are not in retreat and cultivating the nine turns of life and death, running out and tossing anything, and you are not afraid that a hundred years of penance will be ruined in one fell swoop" An old man wearing a Tai Chi gossip robe stood on top of the Baizhang stone tablet, he was also extremely old, his face was full of ravines, and his age was no younger than that of the God King.
He called the name of the god king, obviously a figure of his generation, and his status was definitely not low.
He held a white whisker with a flickering spiritual light, a jade-colored light flowed on the white robe, a three-flower cloud was condensed on the top of his head, and a great avenue treasure light was emitted on his back, which looked like a fairy wind and bones.
This is the former tower master of the Dao Tower, the road name "Floating Dust", in the Vientiane Pagoda to be able to rank in the top five, and he also has a great identity, is one of the three scattered people of the Daomen, once opened the altar to preach, and even the heads of the major immortal sects have gone to observe, and the Taoist factions of the Shenjin Dynasty have extraordinary appeal.
In the world of cultivating immortals, in terms of influence, the floating dust is even above the god king.
As long as Fu Chenzi said a word, then the top immortal sects in Nantai Mansion, such as Tianyi Immortal Gate, Zixiao Cave Mansion, and Dayan Immortal Gate, would not dare to chase and kill Feng Feiyun anymore.
Of course, in the imperial court, the influence of the god king is much stronger than that of the floating dust.
These two people are both at the level of big guys, although the influence is strong and weak, but the so-called strength and weakness are actually relative, the influence of Fuchenzi in the imperial court is also very large, and the influence of the god king in the world of cultivating immortals is also at the level of Taidou.
"Fuchenzi, didn't you go to the cliff of life and death to retreat, you said that you would retreat for three hundred years, but less than two hundred years have passed, why did you run out" The God King raised his eyebrows and let out a giggle.
Naturally, Fu Chenzi received a notice from the old road of the tower guard, so he rushed back thousands of miles away.
People who have reached their level want to find a suitable disciple to inherit the Taoist system and teach a Tianjiao who can be remembered for centuries; Teaching a fool will only stink for 10,000 years.
"You two already have missionary disciples, and you have stepped down from the identity of the tower master, why are you still so greedy, let me this" A short and thin old man in broken straw sandals, at some point, had appeared in front of the god king and the floating dust, sitting on a broken stone.
The old man held a straw hat woven of bamboo leaves, a peach wood pole in his hand, and a few leaves above his hair, and he gently shook the straw hat in his hand, like a woodcutter enjoying the shade under the tree.
The old guy showed a mouthful of yellow teeth, squinting at the God King and Fuchenzi and smiling, and the teeth actually fell out of two teeth, which were a little leaky.
The old fellow appeared there at some point, and no one noticed him, until he spoke, and the people saw him.
"Damn, Lan Muqiao, you're not dead yet" The God King directly ripped off the gold belt on his waist, and wanted to whip the old woodcutter twice.
The god king once lost a bet to the old woodcutter, and almost lost so much that he didn't even have a pair of pants left, but later found out that he was deceived by the old woodcutter, and when he wanted to settle accounts with him, the old ruffian disappeared without a trace as if he had evaporated in the world, and this disappearance was two hundred years, and no one was seen.
Now that he finally saw the old woodcutter again, how could the God King let him go.
"Immeasurable Tianzun, Lan Muqiao, if you don't return my Dao Sect Spirit Weapon Shenxiao Needle, Lao Dao will fight with you today."
Fu Chenzi's face was pale, and he rolled up his sleeves, and he was about to fight.
The old woodcutter cheated him very lightly, and deceived one of the top spiritual weapons of the Daomen Shenxiao Needle from his hands, saying that he would return it within three days, but after borrowing it, he disappeared for two hundred years, and his hair turned white.
This old woodcutter is not an ordinary person, but the tower owner of the Divine Power Tower, few people know how old he lived, only know that eight hundred years ago, he was already the tower owner of the Divine Power Tower.
It is rumored that he has another identity, which is the previous generation of palace masters of the Divine Spirit Palace.
This identity is enough to scare a large number of people to death, but I don't know if it's true or not, no one has ever confirmed it, and the old woodcutter has never admitted it.
"You guys are calm, a lot of juniors are here, pay attention to the image" The old woodcutter put the bamboo leaf hat on his head, carried the flat shoulder on his shoulder, bent over, hunched his back, like a big mouse, with a sigh, and there was no figure.
The God King and the Floating Dust both threw themselves into the air.
"We are all people with status, and you are too stingy, isn't it just a few treasures, borrowed to play for a few days, and it makes you anxious."
When the old woodcutter reappeared, he was already standing on the stone tablet a hundred feet high, carrying a flat burden, lying on the stone tablet, and honestly said to the below: "We are all disciplined people, and after three days, we will definitely return it with both hands." ” "Nima, three more days" "Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, your sister in three days" The god king and the floating dust could not be calm, they were angry with the old woodcutter, and the battle qi on their bodies was surging, and in an instant, they had fallen on the stone wall, but when they appeared on the stone tablet, the old woodcutter had disappeared again.
The younger generation of students below were so shocked that their jaws were about to fall to the ground, these three were the top figures in the Vientiane Tower, and they usually respected them to the extreme, but the scene in front of them completely subverted the image in their hearts.
Especially the tower master of the Divine Power Tower, this old man is simply a ruffian, this is not like a legendary figure at all.
"Little girl, I see that your bones are amazing, you are talented, you are a cultivation genius like no other, you are willing to follow me into the Divine Power Tower, become my mantle heir, and inherit my position as the master of the Divine Power Tower in the future" The old woodcutter came out of the back of the little demon at some point, his expression was sacred, and he looked like a master.
The old woodcutter offended both the god king and the floating dust very much, and did not want to fight with them anymore, so as not to be beaten by the group, so he aimed at the little demon.
He blinked like a strange uncle who kidnapped a little girl, no, blamed grandpa.
The little demon hugged the white cat, staring at the old ruffian who suddenly appeared in some surprise, his pink and tender lips moved, and he scratched the ends of his hair with his fingers, looking very cute.
Apparently he hasn't reacted yet.
"Okay, since you agreed, you are now my closed disciple, and tomorrow I will pass on the position of the master of the Divine Power Tower to you."
The old woodcutter touched his chin and said with a majestic expression.
The little demon has a small mouth and can't close it, and the old ruffian is talking to himself "Come with me" The old woodcutter saw two rays of light flying above the sky, his face changed slightly, he picked up the little demon, carried it on his shoulder, and then broke through the air, and disappeared without a trace in a few flashes.
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This is the real robbery "This old thing" When the God King and the Floating Dust arrived, the old woodcutter was nowhere to be found.
After a while, Feng Feiyun finally walked out of the immeasurable tower tiredly, just stepped out, and before he could see which direction the sun was, there was a gust of wind in his ears, and he secretly screamed in his heart, and he was about to resist it, but it was too late, and with a bang, his eyes were dark, and he was put to the ground with a stick.
Zhang Badao put away the iron rod as thick as his arm, grinned, carried Feng Feiyun on his shoulder, and sneaked away from the crowd.
Naturally, some people saw it, but they didn't dare to speak, Zhang Badao is the tower master of the Wu Tower, as his name suggests, he is notoriously domineering, and there is the support of the God King behind him, and no one dares to talk more at this time.
Woohoo Two rays of light flew back from the sky, and the god king and the floating dust went to chase the old woodcutter at the same time, but they still didn't catch half a shadow, and the old ruffian was like a rat, and disappeared as soon as he slipped through the smoke.
"Brother Fuchen, don't leave it at that."
The God King glanced slightly in the crowd, and saw no trace of Zhang Badao, so he knew that the big thing had been accomplished, and the corners of his mouth showed a faint arc.
"Brother Long, are you planning to take the initiative to quit" Fu Chenzi was slightly surprised.
"It's just an apprentice, why do you have to fight for me, that's not to let the juniors see jokes and be magnanimous" The God King patted Fuchenzi on the shoulder, and suddenly became a lot more majestic, with a noble expression, quite a legacy of the sages, like an ancient sage who did not fight for fame and fortune.
Fuchenzi raised his eyebrows, not only was he not moved, but he felt that something was wrong, living to their age, they are all old treacherous and cunning people, what kind of goods is Long Chuanfeng, he knows better than anyone else, it is impossible to say such righteous and awe-inspiring words.
"I wish Brother Fuchen to receive virtuous apprentices, and in the future, he will become a generation of famous teachers in the immortal cultivation world and leave a long history.
Today, I say goodbye.
The God King looked gloomy, a little lost, and then turned into a golden rainbow and disappeared between the mountains and mist.
He ran very fast, for fear of being entangled in the dust
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