I Just Want To Be Quiet

After all, after Pei Ling's outer door competition won the championship, they all heard about it, but this junior, who hadn't built the foundation at the time, how long has it passed before it actually became the real legend?

Especially Jin Sutai, her eyes were even a little dazed.

Just a few days ago, for the sake of her cousin Jin Sumian, she was still thinking about going to the life and death ring with Pei Ling, but in a blink of an eye, this inner gate thirteen veins were considered to be the vein with the least seniority and the weakest cultivation. Lord, has actually formed a golden pill, and passed the assessment of the mission of the sect, and ranks among the true legends? ?

Jin Sutai felt extremely complicated for a while.

In addition, there is a deep worry: "A few days ago, this Pei Ling forced Sumian back to Jiansang's pulse, and there is no news so far. Although every time the sound is transmitted, Sumian says that everything is okay, so I don’t want to disturb you. She...but..."

But who knows, if this righteousness is true, will he no longer conceal his preferences?

She sat down nervously.

At this time, the people who should be there are already here seven or eighty-eight.

Just don't know why, Zhou Miaoli never appeared.

After a while, a chill came from the door.

I saw a dozen or so ghost maids walking in slowly, surrounded by a black-robed, immortal and impenetrable woman.

Saint Li Yueyue is here!

Li Lieyue appeared, and although his whole body was somewhat restrained, the strong aura still faintly revealed, making the original whispers in the hall stop.

Although she seldom showed up in front of others due to her long years of obsessive cultivation, most of the disciples were not familiar with her. However, the scene of climbing the blood ladder of the ten thousand races and losing streak of his Zong Tianjiao that day is already the top and bottom of the sect. Fully demonstrated the power of the new saint!

At this moment, even though the twelve-vessel disciples were silent, they all looked at Li Lieyue with respect and yearning.

Li Lieyue didn't see it, and took a seat on her own.

Before long, Li Wugui, the Patriarch of the Nine A Li family, walked in with several Li family elders personally.

At this moment, they couldn't see the gloom and anger when they were in the Li family's ancestral land a moment ago, and they all smiled and were kind.

"Brother Li, haven't seen you for a long time." Patriarch Si Hong and Su Qianya both stood up to greet each other, chatting and laughing, as if they had no gaps between them, they were like brothers and sisters, and were close to each other.

"Brother Si Hongxian, it's been a long time since I heard that you are currently cultivating a technique that requires children with pure souls? Why is it so troublesome. My family's ghosts and spirits can be replaced. I will let you give it to you later. Send a batch to the past."

"Brother Su has always loved tea. Recently, a new batch of Qinghun tea has been delivered. Brother Su will be invited to comment on it."

"Brother Li Xian is really polite, so I'm disrespectful. By the way, Brother Wu Meixian recently went to the Soul Eater to practice? The place is very miserable and it is inconvenient to stay for a long time. If you need related resources, don't be polite."

"Yes, you and I are from the same source, like one, just say hello, don't suffer the people of the tribe."

"This is natural, everyone is brothers and siblings, how can we meet outsiders..."

The three Patriarchs came to me and talked in full swing, and the elders all smiled and were friendly and friendly: "The Li family is really good at teaching, this Pei Ling, born in a humble background, and short introduction, she has such an achievement, it really makes me Ashamed of waiting."

"Where and where, he is also slightly talented, willing to work hard, and with good luck, and got a few chances... Speaking of which, the Zhilan Yushu of the Si Hong clan and Su clan is everywhere, and Pei Ling is young and needs to work harder. That's it."

"The road to practice is long, but the truth is that it has just started. Pei Ling has a lot of hurdles to pass in the future... Come on, Pei Ling, quickly show off to a few clan elders. These clan elders are from the Si Hong clan and the Su clan. The pillars of the sage have made great contributions to my holy sect. Just give you pointers or two, it will be enough for you to be infinitely useful."

"I dare not dare, I'm already aging, the future of the saint sect, still depends on the saint woman, and the newly promoted Tianjiao..."

After a long while, this courtesy came to an end.

After closing his eyes and resting for a long time, Fang opened his eyes and said in a slow voice: "People are almost there, Patriarch Li, does the ceremony of the true pass on the throne begin immediately?"

Li Wugui said with a smile: "Yes, there is Palace Master Lao."

Immediately led the people of the Li family into the seat.

So, the Lord of the Supervisory Hall got up and walked to the side of the high platform in the hall, picked up a hammer made of skull, and struck the human skin drum in front of him.

"Boom, dong, dong," three times, the excitement in the hall originally caused by the arrival of Li Wugui and a group of people suddenly quieted down.

The hall master tidied his robes and walked up to the high platform in front of the hall, announcing the beginning of the ceremony of the true transmission.

Similar to the position of the saint son and saint woman, who needs to walk through the blood ladder of the ten thousand races, and during the climbing process, they have to accept the challenges of other sect Tianjiao disciples. The true biography is in place, and it is also necessary to accept the challenge of the inner door thirteen meridians.

But at the moment, Pei Ling's cultivation is in the late stage of Dan formation, the middle and lower five meridians, as long as the head is not kicked by a donkey, they will not go to power to seek death.

As for the three main meridians of the upper three meridians, even though they are also in the Dan formation stage, Li Hange is a member of the Li clan, so it is naturally impossible to challenge Pei Ling.

As for Su Zuiqi, the master of the serpent vein, and Si Honglan, the master of the sly spider vein, both received a family reminder in advance. Therefore, even though Su Zuiqi bit her lip for a long time, she gave up the challenge just like Si Honglan.

After a short silence, Pei Ling's gift of true transmission continued without any waves.

The Lord of the Supervision Hall shouted in a deep voice: "Respectfully invite the ancestors!"

The voice fell, the roof of Mu Yi Hall, the space fluctuated, and suddenly a deep and majestic palace appeared!

The forest is cold and quiet, only the shadows show the palace-like scales, but you can't see its depth and breadth.

It was the hall where all the disciples lighted the soul lamp when they entered the sect.

He also appeared when Peiling Outer Gate won the championship.

This hall appeared for the third time, and there was still no change.

Countless lampstands float among them, and in each lampstand, a blood-colored firework is burning.

Its heights are scattered, dotted around, and it looks like a sea of ​​lights.

Those fireworks vary in size. Those who are at their peak, like a big day volley, seem to burn everything, making it impossible to look directly at them; the tiny ones are but big beans.

Suddenly, Pei Ling felt in his heart, squinted, and looked at a lampstand that was about a foot high. As if feeling in his heart, that lamp of life and soul was his own!

At this moment, above the sea of ​​lights, a hundred scrolls slowly emerged.

In the gloom between the scroll and the sea of ​​lights, dozens of human figures, all wrapped in a halo, seem real and imaginary.

Or sitting cross-legged on a futon, or reclining on a cloud bed, or relying on a small table, or lying in the tent... his face is completely hidden in the shadows.

Like last time, after these figures appeared, all eyes were cast on Pei Ling.

Without the slightest malice, it still makes Peiling feel as if there are countless mountains, and she is pressing down.