"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 against him, 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 vitality was gone, 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 it.
He sat with peace of mind, and also sat with great joy.
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 in the future, the power of heaven and earth...
These six seats are very special. You must not let them go. You must fight for a seat.
Zhunti and his brother just looked at each other and made a decision.
Crying 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 young and handsome Taoist priest in green robe popping out from nowhere. He was smiling and had already taken the lead. One step later, he sat on the last futon.
Zhunti almost spit out a mouthful of blood.
I have worked so hard, spent so much effort, and lost all my face to get a seat. How can I give someone else an advantage?
No, this Taoist priest came out from 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 a body technique 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. A wave of rage almost broke through his forehead. Countless bloodshot eyes appeared in his pupils. He screamed. 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 Taoist priest. There is no need to say more, fellow Taoist."
Yang Lin looked solemn, waved his hands with a calm expression, 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, if I shake my butt, I will lose.
As soon as he sat on the futon, his ability to discern good and evil, and know misfortunes and blessings, was already triggered.
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 resting seats.
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. When his butt touched the futon, he felt extremely calm.
There is a wisp of indifferent regular energy swirling around him, which seems to be connected with the main hall. Without permission, if outsiders want to attack him, they may 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 you are, you won't be able to hurt yourself even a hair.
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 that Hongyun is stupid, and Kunpeng is not much better. When he was frightened, he left the futon in despair. 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." , How capable you are, how great things you can do. Although the ancient world is vast, for our generation of Qi practitioners, hundreds of millions of miles are just a leisurely journey. We can see each other without looking up. Many friends and many roads, don’t you think so?
It is not a wise move for Taoist fellow Taoists to take the seats of my two brothers by force today. In the Zixiao Palace, I will give the saint face and will not touch you. When the sermon is over, all grudges must be faced. It will inevitably happen once. 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. He has made plans for great prosperity early on. His plans and conduct are all remarkable. His words at this time are particularly convincing. .
There were people all around who spoke up and said, "Yes, Taoist Wu Namu, two fellow Taoists, Jie Ying and 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 grudges and takes revenge overnight. 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."
"That's right, that's right, Master Mu, please think twice before you act..."
It was noisy and cute all around.
Some colorful and bizarre Daluo realm monks were giving advice in a flurry of words.
Some are sincere and some are false.
Most of them still couldn't look at Yang Lin, an unknown person who seemed not to be too powerful at first glance, 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 Hong Yun and Kun Peng were sitting on the seats, but at least they were not so angry. Kun Peng, as a demon master, was basically on the same level as the Demon Emperor and Dong Huang. All three of them could sit there. Same. But Hongyun is a good old man in ancient times, who loves to make friends the most. This person is a typical social badass. No matter whether he behaves in daily life or not, no one will disappoint him.
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 addition to the famous top masters such as Sanqing, Nuwa, Jieyin, and Zhunti, they are also considered first-class figures, and they can barely make people believe in them.
But what the hell is a "Mu Taoist"?
I heard that he started to transform into success a few days ago, and he 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 Zixiao Palace, there were at least dozens of powerful monsters here, and they looked at him with very unkind eyes.
If it weren't for the wrong occasion, they would have started a fight by now.
