Immortal Space

A white figure slowly came from a distance, about seventeen or eighteen years old, with an elegant and refined face, as if otherworldly fireworks, a white dress fluttering slightly in the wind.

Both men and women present turned their attention to the girl.

The people who were surrounded by a few female cultivators and worked hard to perform suddenly felt dull.

When Wang Hong saw this woman, he felt ashamed for the first time in his life.

Perhaps other people also felt this way. He was as thick-skinned as a pockmarked monk, and he didn't have the courage to strike up a conversation at the moment.

This woman seemed to have gotten used to this kind of gaze from everyone, and walked slowly in front of the monk of Qingxu Sect.

"Senior brother, I'm here to report."

The young monk who received her was a little at a loss for a moment, he didn't expect to have a chance to talk to the other party.

He didn't know whether he should put his hands on the sides to look more handsome, or if he put his hands behind his back, it would be more graceful. Anyway, he felt that his hands were a bit redundant at this time, and it felt unnatural to put them there.

For a while, he didn't know how to organize his words to answer, so he wanted to appear gentle and gentle, with connotation, and it would be better to be humorous.

"Letter... the token, wait over there, you...you give it to me."

In the end, the young monk tangled his hands and fingers, blushed, stammered, and uttered something that even he himself didn't know what it was about.

The woman in white smiled sweetly, and this smile was like a hundred flowers blooming.

The young monk on the opposite side was flushed, scratching the back of his head with one hand, and didn't know how to speak.

But the woman in white also guessed what he meant, handed the token to him for inspection, and then walked towards the crowd by herself.

The woman in white walked towards the crowd where Wang Hong was. Wherever she went, the crowd made way for her.

Eventually she stopped at the edge of the crowd.

At this moment, several male cultivators with high self-esteem stepped forward to strike up a conversation.

The female cultivator in white didn't reject people thousands of miles away, she just replied a few words politely, showing a little alienation in her demeanor.

Time passed quietly while waiting.

Two hours later, the crowd arrived.

A purple-robed monk from the Qingxu Sect sacrificed a small and exquisite flying boat, and saw that small boat flying into the air, swelling to a size of more than ten feet.

Several black-clothed monks greeted everyone to board the boat, and Wang Hong also jumped up with the crowd, and his feet landed on the flying boat, as stable as standing on flat ground.

He looked around carefully, the whole flying boat was about fifteen feet long and eight feet wide.

There are four cannons on each side of the ship's strings. It looks quite scary, but I don't know how powerful it is?

It seems that this flying boat is not only as simple as transportation, but also has combat functions.

In addition to a hall, there are dozens of lounges in the ship cabin.

Every two people were allocated a rest room, and Wang Hong happened to be assigned to the same rest room as the pockmarked monk.

Cultivator Pockmarked Face was an acquaintance. He first introduced himself briefly when they met. His surname was Sun Minger, and then he opened the door, which was like spit flying all over the place.

First, let's talk about how he killed all directions in Heilongze, and how he thrived in Qingxu City. He has countless friends, and all of his friends are either powerful or well-born.

When Sun Er mentioned for the third time that he had an irresistible relationship with a nephew of a certain Golden Core cultivator, Wang Hong couldn't stand it anymore, and found an excuse to leave the lounge.

Sun Er licked his dry lips, still a little bit unsatisfied, and shouted behind Wang Hong.

"Fellow Daoist Wang, you and I hit it off right away, let's talk later."

Wang Hong didn't understand why some of the immortal cultivators were so talkative, they could bring up one thing and brag about it three or four times, without any new idea.

He couldn't help but want to pull out the flying sword and chop the opponent.

He walked out of the cabin, stood on the deck, and took a deep breath.

It was the first time in my life to fly at an altitude of hundreds of feet, watching the clouds rolling and relaxing above my head, and the lofty mountains flying behind my feet.

Immediately, the boredom in my heart was gone, my chest was broad-minded, the world was vast, compared with it, I was like a drop in the ocean.

In the early morning of the next day, Wang Hong, who was sitting cross-legged on the deck, opened his eyes, and a huge mountain peak appeared in front of him, shrouded in clouds and mists, emitting colorful rays of light under the early morning sun.

This is the main peak of the Qingxu Mountain Range, where the sect of the Qingxu Sect is located.

The flying boat stopped at a huge square at the foot of the mountain, and everyone got off the flying boat one by one, and stood in one place under the leadership of the purple-robed monks of Qing Xuzong.

Several groups of people had already come to the square, and they were all standing in various places under the leadership of some purple-robed monks. They should be disciples recruited from other cities.

While Wang Hong and the others were waiting, they flew back to some flying boats one after another, from which there were at least dozens and at most hundreds of people.

Now it seems that the group of Wang Hong and the others from Qingxu City is the largest, with a total of 160 to 70 people.

Near noon, the monks standing in the square and waiting suddenly felt a strong coercion, which only appeared for a moment, and then put it away, but it also shocked everyone in the square.

Then I saw a yellow ray of light descending from the peak, and landed on the high platform in front of the square, and a figure appeared, with a childish face and a fairy-like demeanor.

Wang Hong had seen several Foundation Establishment cultivators before, and the coercion they exuded was completely different from what he had seen just now.

Moreover, the Foundation Establishment cultivator can't use the escaping method to fly directly, so judging from this, the person who came should be a big man in the golden core stage.

"My old man, Ling Yuan, the elder of the Qingxu Sect, welcome everyone to the Qingxu Sect. My Qingxu Sect has been established for tens of thousands of years and has countless inheritances of various types.

Being one of the six major sects, it naturally has great strength. Now there are dozens of Jindan monks, thousands of foundation-building monks, and hundreds of thousands of Qi-training monks in this sect. "

Everyone in the square was excited at this moment, proud of joining a powerful sect.

Seeing the performance of the people below, Ling Yuan was very satisfied, stroked his long beard, and said some encouraging words.

It made everyone in the square very excited. It is estimated that if they are asked to work for the sect at this time, they will be unambiguous, and it will be regarded as an honor instead.

Wang Hong secretly sighed, he really is a senior expert, just a few words made everyone's blood boil, and he still has a lot to learn.

After Ling Yuan said some encouraging words, he turned into a ray of light and flew away, leaving behind a crowd of enthusiastic new disciples.

Of course, the remaining trifles can no longer trouble the Jindan cultivator.

Several purple-robed monks each hold a small magic weapon, and a light curtain is projected from the magic weapon, a total of seven light curtains.

There are seven peaks in the Qingxu Sect, named after the Big Dipper: Yaoguang, Kaiyang, Tianquan, Tianji, Yuheng, Tianshu, and Tianxuan.

At this time, the names of the seven peaks were written on the seven light curtains, and a bunch of people's names were displayed below.

Everyone looks for their name on the light curtain, and when they find their name, they stand under the light curtain.

Wang Hong found his name appeared on the light curtain of Kaiyang Peak, so he stood under the light curtain of Kaiyang Peak obediently.

He found that the pockmarked Sun Er was also under this light curtain.

At this time, he was blowing vigorously in front of a female cultivator, and when he saw Wang Hong coming, he only nodded, and then continued to blow vigorously.

The total number of disciples who joined the Qingxu Sect this time is about 2,000 people, and now there are more than 300 people under each light curtain.

At this time, a square-faced and serious purple-robed monk came up to him. He shouted loudly: "The disciples of Kaiyang Peak follow me."

After speaking, he strode away in one direction, and everyone hurriedly followed.

At this time, the other peaks were similar, and they went to their respective peaks under the leadership of the purple-robed monk.