Sect Leader Is Under Great Pressure

After saving Feng Qingxiu, and after watching him, Ji Yun was in a good mood and returned to his old residence.

It was found that the sister who had reported for help was still kneeling respectfully in front of his bed.

The mood was upset in an instant, although he was going to forget to get her up at the time, but can his mind not be so dumb!

It's as if I treat her harshly.

Waved to send her back, Ji Yunlai began to look through the clothes in the closet.

Tomorrow must scare the stupid boy's chin off!

Guessing that the fool would see his expression in the big store tomorrow, he would be uncontrollably happy.

Kun-Lai has always been dominated by black, this set is too simple, choose the heaviest and largest.

He pulled out a four-layered gown, with fine lines on the top, high-grade materials, and each thread is extremely valuable, which is very suitable for big scenes at first glance.

That's it!

When changing clothes for the mirror, Ji Yun came to look at his somewhat non-mainstream hair and hesitated to dye it.

Tomorrow is a big occasion, isn't the black hair more solemn and important?

Although this kind of white hair is dyed a little bit of red, it's pretty good, but it doesn't seem to be the style of a group of masters.

Forget it, everyone knows that his hair is colored, but dyeing it black makes him feel guilty, so he can put it up and hide the red point in the hair crown.

But what I didn't expect was that the red hair was only put in the white jade crown at the end, and faint fluctuations began to be revealed around it.

Ji Yunlai caught it in the air incomparably familiar.

The two screams dissipated in the air, leaving only two extremely subtle spirits, naturally immersed in the palm.

Ji Yun came to think about the cultivation information he had browsed before, and then spread the long hair.

As soon as the reddish touch at the end of the hair appeared, the surrounding fluctuations disappeared instantly.

No more harassment by the demon.

"He turned into the Great Heaven Demon Seal..." Ji Yunlai picked up a strand of hair and fell into deep thought.

Then he raised his head and asked: "Is that you?"

The obsession that entangled him is still in the corner, and it can be ignored at any time. It is still the face that he likes very much.

The Great Demon Seal can only be the mark left by the Peerless Great Demon before it dies to deter the heavens and the Ten Thousand Demons.

The hair crown just now is also a magic weapon, which can isolate the breath, so after the hair tail is just hidden, there will be a demon coming again?

He wanted to obsessively give him a hint.

It's just that the other party will never reply to him again.

The previous exhortation exchange seems to have exhausted its last trace of spirituality.

No matter how long the obsession will last, it seems to be disappearing.

Ji Yunlai was silent for a moment, seeming a little sad.

Forget it, get ready to go to the ceremony.

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Kun-Lai main peak.

Wanshan Gongwei, clouds and springs are lingering, but today no bird is allowed to pass by.

Shanxia Hall was originally the function of various mission resources of the Kun-Lai Mountain Development Department, but today, everything is delayed by three days.

Because the main hall under the mountain is the only way to the main hall on the top of the mountain.

Has long been occupied by various guards.

Except for the indispensable Taoist soldiers from all sides of the town and guard, all the others who can return have returned to Kun-Lai.

Although there are still seven or eight hours before the canon at noon tomorrow, they are already waiting for admission.

After knocking down a precious medicine, Feng Qingxiu was finally able to stand in the outer hall.

In order to allow himself to appear at the ceremony on time, he had to reluctantly give up his love and let the senior sister touch the celestial energy, so that he borrowed a healing pill and entered here.

When he thought that he was finally about to see the head, he almost wanted to cry.

Although he was the last group who could enter the main hall during his foundation building, he was extremely satisfied when he thought of this opportunity.

This is what monasticism should look like!

Sister Tu, who was next to her as the top three in this year, was also qualified to go in, and the two naturally stood together.

"I said, Junior Brother, let me touch it again, and I will give a bag of **** rice." Senior Sister looked at the various major monks who had already begun to enter in front of her, "Our time is still early."

"No!" Feng Qingxiu refused.

"Stingy!" Senior Sister Tu snorted, "Look, the seven senior elders are here."

Seven sword lights across the sky, falling towards the hall on the top of the mountain.

The main hall on the top of the mountain, which was originally in the dark, was instantly brightly lit, and the seven divine lights rose up into the sky, tangled in the air, and then turned into countless auras, falling one after another, like countless stars.

As if igniting a signal, countless magic decisives rushed into the sky, chasing and absorbing the starlight in various starlight colors, reflecting the sky's colorful and brilliant colors.

"It is Yun Ying Tianguang, bestowed by the elders, fast!" The senior sister immediately released the spell, a fat rabbit golden shadow rushed into the sky, chasing the golden light, "This kind of spiritual light is very good for cultivation. , And only Hedao elders can go to Nine Heavens to collect and seize the opportunity."

"Okay..." Before Feng Qingxiu's words fell, she saw that her shadow had already rushed into the air one step ahead of him, almost sweeping away the most golden star in the upper level.

Of course it provokes public anger.

"Where is the guy so rude!" There was a divine mind collision in the void.

"Encircle him!"

"Let him spit it out!"

"Quickly, I'm blocking the west!"

"Someone from below!"

"I'll go, this shadow is so cunning!"

"I cut it off, hum, it's cheaper for him!"

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After a fight, the shadow quietly returned. Feng Qingxiu only felt that there was something in her mind, and she was a little surprised that her shadow was so powerful.

You know, although they are all building foundations in this area, it was clear that Jindan came over just now.

"Good harvest." Sister Tu's Golden Shadow Rabbit came back, she took a part of the golden starlight into the vial, and sucked the rest directly into the body.

"Are you going to sell it?" Feng Qingxiu's expression moved.

"This is for you. See if you haven't sucked it just now, it's because the injury isn't good enough. Can't it come out?" the senior sister asked.

"No, I have to accept it, senior sister, keep it for yourself." Feng Qingxiu quickly refused.

"Then I'll give it to my sister. KaKa has just been born a few months ago, so it's best to use it to inspire wisdom." The senior sister saw that he refused, and didn't force it.

Feng Qingxiu nodded, silently complaining about Feng Tu's name, and the youngest daughter didn't let it go.

As I was thinking about it, I saw a blue light falling from the sky. A lady in Tsing Yi was gentle and delicate, and walked forward gracefully and respectfully. Behind her was four similar young monks, all wearing Tsing Yi, with immortals embroidered on the corners of her clothes. Grass texture.

They were not far away, and the disciples around took a step back.

"Hey mom," Senior Sister Tu was also taken aback, instinctively pulling Junior Brother back.

"That's it?" Feng Qingxiu asked in a low voice, wondering what was so special about the female nun in Tsing Yi, which shocked so many people.

"The next peak master recognized by Qingdi Peak, a dream girl, the head of the Seven Demon Kings of Kun-Lai, remember to get lucky when you see her." Senior Sister Tu whispered, "She is happy to save people, but she has People who live and die several times are absolutely inseparable from her. Foreign races in the Outland call her the Blue Witch. If she meets later, she can't die in her hands. Can you make it?"

"Okay." Feng Qingxiu nodded and took notes. In Kun-Lai, these must be the people he will come into contact with.

As the Tsing Yi Sister walked into the main hall, the people around were relieved and returned to their original positions.

Then there was a golden light falling, and a group of monks walked into the main hall, all carrying sword cases. There were dark patterns of sword light on the gold clothes. The young man was handsome and handsome, and the corners of his clothes had eight sword patterns.

"That's the person who asked Jianfeng. The eight-sword sword is best at the head. It is simple, but I heard that the swordsmanship is very good." Senior Sister Tu explained to him.

Then there was a red light falling, and then a variety of colorful rays of light one after another, hundreds of people came back and forth.

Finally, the seniors from Shennong Peak smiled and said hello when they saw Senior Sister Tu and Feng Qingxiu.

"Why didn't you see the Peak Master?" Feng Qingxiu asked.

"They walked up the peak, and our younger disciples walked down the peak. This is the rule. Guests walking to the peak and cannot enter directly." Senior Sister Tu explained to him.

It was getting clearer, and finally, it was their turn.

"Let's go, it's time for us to go to the main hall!" Senior Sister Tu said excitedly, knowing that she should have been watching this downhill, this opportunity is really not easy.

"Didn't you all see the head?" Feng Qingxiu said, but did not slowly walk up the bluestone avenue.

"Then why is it the same, just one glance, one glance at the head, and we are all sent out. I don't know what I can see! Or later the masters said that we knew it was the head! Otherwise, you thought it was your turn to be injured?" Senior sister hum Screamed.

"That's not necessarily!" If he had known that the injury could be caught by the head, he would be the first one, and no one would be able to rob him!

Hundreds of years have washed the gate, the main hall is simple but not old, and majestic but not gloomy, it can be called the fairy gate.

The huge dome is connected to the clouds, there are no stone pillars in the temple, and the flying fairy on the wall has played fairy music, which is very sacred.

When I reached the corner of the hall, the elders had already sat down above them, but the center was still empty.

After a breath.

People have arrived.

Yan Zhao said indifferently: "The 1,469 elites in Kun-Lai are all in the main hall, welcome to the head!"

"Welcome to the head!"

The disciples knelt and kowtoed at the same time.

"Get up." A gentle voice sounded in the main hall.

Feng Qingxiu felt very familiar.

But he held it back, then got up, got up with the other disciples, and raised his head very nervously.