Hong Huang: My brother Bai Ze is definitely not a great cook

In the Zixiao Palace, everything you see is boundless law.

Just walking into Zixiao Palace gives people a sense of enlightenment.

There are so many laws that countless great powers have never seen before.

Everyone has rules, and everyone can even follow the three thousand rules to some extent.

This is the sign of Daluo Jinxian.

However, who can master the three thousand laws of perfection?

Answer: Hongjun.

Because at this moment so many perfect laws have been placed in front of countless powerful beings.

I don’t know if there were three thousand, but it was a lot.

At least one Daluo Jinxian can comprehend here. If he wants to fully comprehend everything, he may have to comprehend it for countless kalpas.

Sanqing and others were the fastest, after all, they were the first to enter, so they sat directly in the three leading positions.

"Hiss." Fuxi took a breath and said to Bai Chuan:

"Fellow Daoist Baichuan, there is a mystery in this."

"What mystery can there be?" Bai Chuan chuckled, then sat directly behind Yuan Shi, and pulled Bai Ze to sit behind me:

"No mystery, the front row is just closer to the teacher."

Fuxi nodded when he heard the words, constantly calculating in his mind, and his hands were not idle yet, he pushed Nuwa to the position beside Tongtian, and then sat beside Baichuan.

Hongjun: "..."

Pindao arranged it for you, won't you sit down? Is it because Pindao's arrangement wasn't obvious enough?

Hongjun, who had been paying attention, did not interrupt, and would talk later after everyone was seated.

Then, a green figure quickly sat on the sixth futon, entering Zixiao Palace behind Hongyun and the others, but a few minutes faster than the two of them.

Why not take the fifth one?

Kunpeng didn't know why, but he always felt that it was better not to get close to Nuwa and the others.

Hong Yun and Zhen Yuanzi were not slow either. Seeing that five of the six in the front row were already seated, Zhen Yuanzi pushed Hong Yun up.

There must be a reason why the saint arranged it this way!

Seeing this, the countless powerful people behind him suddenly felt that they might have lost an opportunity. Those six seats at the front might be very useful.

All the great masters sat down one after another. Emperor Juntai, Minghe and others all sat in the second row. There were no seats in the first row, so there should be some in the second row.

After a long time, all the great experts took their seats, but there was an empty seat in the second row...

The main reason is that no one dares to sit on the seat on the left side of Styx. Styx is full of murderous aura and is not an easy person to mess with.

As for the one on the right...it's Taiyi, and he's not afraid of that.

"Junior Brother Baichuan, why don't you sit in the front row? There is obviously a chance to be in the front row." Yuan Shi's message sounded in Baichuan's sea of ​​consciousness.

"There is not much difference between before and after. I am already the teacher's disciple, and I am satisfied." Baichuan replied with a smile.

"Good." Yuanshi replied: "If you feel that your Taoist heart is not going well, remember to tell me that I will change seats with you."

"Thank you very much, Senior Brother Yuanshi. If this is the case, I will not refuse."

At this moment, an old Taoist wearing a gray robe walked to the second row, narrowed his eyes slightly, stared at Kong Xuan and said:

"You, give me a seat!"

Kong Xuan looked up at him, then showed his white teeth and directly sacrificed the Mountains and Rivers Sheji Map: "Fellow Taoist, do you want to do something in the chaos?"

The gray-robed old man said: "..."

Looking at the entire Zixiao Palace, there are only three Taiyi Golden Immortals.

The best innate spiritual treasure is difficult to offend, so the old Taoist turned his attention to Jin Peng:

"You! Give me your seat!"

Jin Peng blinked, then laughed twice, and directly sacrificed Fu Xiqin:

"Fellow Taoist, you want to have a fight in the chaos? My eldest brother and I really want to fight."

The gray-robed old man said: "..."

It's bad, we have trouble, these two are brothers.

After hesitating for a moment, the gray-robed old man set his sights on Su Shiliu, who was probably the best to bully.

Well, a woman, looking soft and weak, with perfect cultivation of Taiyi, Fox Clan, this is okay.

Su Shiliu looked slightly displeased at the gray-robed old man walking towards him, but...with the Kunlun Mirror, he felt at ease, and the sense of security of the best innate spiritual treasure was really fulfilled.

The old man in gray robe walked up to Su Shiliu and said:

"You, give it to me..."

Before the old man in gray robe finished speaking, he was interrupted by a voice:

"Old coffin, did I give you face?"

Nuwa's voice was so loud that it could be heard in the entire Zixiao Palace.

I saw Nuwa's cold face and her cold eyes looking at the old man in gray robe.

Not only that, Baichuan even stood with the truth beside him, and a purple light lit up in Fuxi's palm.

Hou Tu blinked, not knowing what to do, so he directly released the pressure from the turbid energy of the ancestral witch.

Ran Deng: "..."

"Fellow Taoists, misunderstanding, misunderstanding." Ran Deng twitched the corner of his mouth and sat directly on the open space between every two futons in the third row:

"What I want to say is, listen to me carefully, and if you don't understand, just ask me."

Bai Chuan looked at Su Shiliu, gave him a reassuring look, then chuckled at Ran Deng:

"Fellow Taoist is really a kind person. Why don't you give a lecture to the poor Taoist? I don't know whether coffin cultivation relies on evil spirit or dead energy. Why don't you show me a show?"

Of course, coffin practice also relies on spiritual energy.

Ran Deng looked embarrassed and smiled stiffly:

"Fellow Taoist Taoist realm is really high, I can't do it."

"Then just shut up." Nuwa said coldly:

"Otherwise, we'll have a show after leaving Zixiao Palace."

When Ran Deng saw this, he lowered his head directly.

I can't afford to offend him. If I had known, I would have come earlier, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to get a futon.

When Ran Deng arrived, he was naturally unaware of what was happening at the door.

But right now... everyone is watching his joke.

This is so much fun.

"The road to Zixiao is difficult! Alas!"

A loud cry sounded at the door of Zixiao Palace, and everyone turned around when they heard the sound.

I saw two Taoists, one fat and one thin, standing at the door.

The fat one was crying loudly, and the thin one was comforting him with a painful look on his face.

Pick up, pick up...

"Brother! We are suffering!" Zhunti knelt down on the ground and cried loudly, tears streaming down his face:

"We were on our way to the Sanyuan Festival, but we missed half a seat! What a pain! What a pain!"

"Junior brother." Jieyin hugged Zhunti, his face was extremely painful:

"No matter how hard we suffer, it's all worth it, just to listen to the saint's way and revive our West!"

"Woooooooo!" Zhunti covered his face and knelt on the ground:

"Brother! We don't even have a seat to listen to the sermons. How can we listen to the saint's way, and how can we talk about reviving our West! Hateful, hateful! That demon Rahu abused our West.

Now I don't have two brothers and sisters to care about me. It's really hard! "

Everyone just watched the two of them cry, no one stepped forward to stop them or anything.

After the incident of scrambling for seats at Ran Deng, everyone felt that the seats under their buttocks were particularly important now.

Let out? impossible!

Just as the two of them were crying, a dark-yellow light condensed in front of the last row.

But it was...two futons!

Zhunti: "..."

Introduction: "..."

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