"How dare you!" Peng Yulong saw this, his face was furious, he shouted and flew up, two rings came out of his hands, and everyone behind him also took action, smashing the black and red escaping light into pieces.
But looking at the black and red light, there were only two little ghosts who were beaten to death. How could there be any trace of Yu Zihua?
"Is this his new method of escaping ghosts?"
Peng Yulong was shocked and angry. He recalled the two rings and stepped on them, chasing Yu Zihua in the direction of his escape. Behind him, two foundation-building old men also jumped into the air and chased after him.
The grand ceremony was disrupted like this, and if the other party was allowed to escape like this, their Jinding Sect's face would not be left at all.
In addition, Ling Ming was also chased out. What was disrupted was his foundation building ceremony. If he didn't stand up, let alone lose his face in the future. With his strong temper, it is impossible to say that even his Taoist heart would be affected. arrive.
There were other elders who wanted to chase them out, but they were all stopped by Wang Xunzhi for unknown reasons. Some people speculate that it is to prevent the ghost-controlling monks from diverting the tiger away from the mountain, but they don't know whether it is true or not.
Beside the high platform, He Hai was sitting on a chair, holding a cup of tea and staring in the direction where the golden cauldron gate foundations were leaving, with some interest finally showing in his eyes. But then he sighed again. He was here to participate in the foundation building ceremony of Jinding Gate. He had to sit here at this time and could not fly over to join in the fun. For him, a fire attribute sword cultivator, it had to be said that kind of regret.
On the right side of the high platform, as Yu Zihua left, all the guests who were afraid to breathe suddenly exploded and burst into loud noises.
The nervous look on Fan Mingcheng's face had not dissipated, and he said excitedly: "That is Yu Laomo from the 'Ghost Control Sect'. I heard that he can control countless ghosts. When I saw him today, he really lived up to his reputation!"
Zhang Pengyi's hand squeezed the tea cup tightly: "Senior Ling, Elder Peng of the Jinding Sect, etc. have also taken action. Alas, it is a pity that I can't go and have a look. If I can, I don't know what I can learn."
"Brother, just be lucky." Fan Mingcheng waved his hand in front of his eyes, making a gesture to wake up quickly: "How can we participate in the battle of foundation-building monks? What if it is affected? , I can’t even survive!”
"Having said that, it is still a bit regretful." Li Qingfeng got involved and asked: "What is the relationship between the Ghost Control Sect and the Jinding Sect? Why did you choose this time to cause trouble?"
"What's the relationship?" Fan Mingcheng glanced at the head of the Jinding Sect who had already flown to the high platform, and said to Li Qingfeng: "The feud between these two families was forged more than a hundred years ago. Legend has it that it is related to the fight for spiritual veins. "
"However," he paused and snorted with a hint of disdain: "The Jinding Sect prides itself on being an upright sect and claims that the Yugui Sect is an evil sect, but in my opinion, this upright...hehe .”
"Hey! Be careful with your words." Zhang Pengyi suddenly reached out and patted Fan Mingcheng, glanced around, but fortunately no one paid attention to them, and warned in a low voice: "You really need to change this! I know you have some opinions on Shangzong. , but there are a lot of people talking here, what should you do if someone listens to you?"
Fan Mingcheng also knew that what Zhang Pengyi said was reasonable, so he hummed in agreement, lowered his head to drink tea, and said no more words.
At this time, Wang Xunzhi, the head of the Jinding Sect, had already flown to the high platform, activated the "Voiceless Spell", and spread the sound loudly into everyone's ears. What he said was nothing more than "Thank you for your support. Something has happened temporarily. It has been... Someone was sent to deal with it, everyone should be quiet and the ceremony will continue."
Li Qingfeng didn't pay much attention. He only saw the Jinding Sect monks leading all the mortal dancers and musicians out of the venue, and new sounds of silk and bamboo came from nowhere. He finally stabilized the situation and regained his ability to hold the ceremony a few minutes ago. The taste of time.
Since the protagonist of the Foundation Building Ceremony had already gone out to chase someone, Jinding Sect simply held the Immortal Ascension Ceremony in advance to lighten the atmosphere. They brought up a group of children who looked to be in their early fives, and after a few words of encouragement, they asked them to kowtow to the head of the Jinding Sect, thus confirming their status in the sect.
In fact, this is all for outsiders to see. These children are the spiritual seedlings that appeared in the Jinding Sect territory this year. According to the rules, they should join the Jinding Sect. It is estimated that their names and other things have been decided long ago. The reason why it was held together with the Jinding Mountain Small Meeting and the Foundation Building Ceremony was probably to look for a lucky draw and call it the "Three Happinesses".
Li Qingfeng had no interest in reading this. He only roughly heard that Jindingmen had produced two good young talents this year, a boy and a girl. They both had spiritual roots of gold and fire, and were most suitable for practicing Jindingmen's "Jinding Zhenjing". He was accepted as a disciple by Wang Xunzhi. The other children gave a few words of encouragement and said something like, "Persistence is the most important thing in cultivating immortality, talent comes second." Then they brought all the children into the banquet and sat down.
Not only did Li Qingfeng not want to hear it, but after Yu Zihua's previous interruption, all the guests seemed to have lost interest in participating in the ceremony. The ceremony that Jindingmen had so painstakingly organized ended hastily in this atmosphere.
Before leaving, some monks from Jinding Sect announced the arrangements for the Jinding Mountain meeting, such as the location of the daily Taoism meeting, the time of the auction, etc. Today's ceremony can be regarded as the beginning of the Jinding Mountain Small Meeting. Although some situations have occurred, the subsequent Jinding Mountain Small Meeting is what ordinary monks are paying attention to. The Jinding Sect's move can be regarded as rounding up the situation.
Then, everyone was led out of the mountain gate one by one and went back to their homes.
...
In the north of Jinding Mountain, in a mountain forest.
A black and red escaping light passed by, but only about ten breaths later, four more escaping lights of various colors followed closely.
The four escaping lights that followed from time to time fired out several spells to hit the black and red light in front. Although they were either blocked or avoided, they still narrowed the distance between the two parties.
This black and red escaping light was naturally Yu Zihua who ran out of the Jinding Sect, and the four escaping lights that followed him were none other than Ling Ming, Peng Yulong and other four Jinding Sect foundation-building monks.
The strange thing is that, seeing that the distance between the chasing and fleeing parties is getting closer and closer, none of the four people on the Jindingmen side showed any expressions of joy, and they just chased forward silently.
The chase continued like this for about half a quarter of an hour, and the distance between the two sides became closer and closer. Suddenly, a cliff shrouded in black mist suddenly appeared not far in front of the black and red light. Yu Zihua stopped suddenly in the air, turned around and glanced at the four Jinding Sect monks who were chasing him, and said gloomily "Humph" After making a sound, without any hesitation, he flew into it and disappeared.
Seeing the cliff shrouded in black mist and Yu Zihua's movements before entering, everyone in Jindingmen frowned slightly, looked at each other, and each sacrificed their own spiritual weapons to form a small square formation without stopping. Flying straight into the black mist.
