Under the moon.

Mu Lingxi walked into the pavilion, held up the glass with both hands, and personally brought it to Zhang Ruochen.

A pair of small hands are as delicate as jade, and the staring eyes show a moving light.

Zhang Ruochen immediately stood up, his eyes became soft, took the wine glass, stared at Feng Yan and Xiang Chunan, and said, "Actually, it's not that I don't want to worship the two, but I do have a lot of concerns, so I don't want to be involved. you guys."

Feng Yan laughed: "Brother Zhang said that he looked down on Feng Yan. Is Feng Yan a person who is afraid of being involved?"

"Well."

Xiang Chunan slammed the table suddenly and said, "Insert a knife for the two ribs of the brother. Even if there is a sword and a sea of ​​fire in front of you, you will never frown. Is there something difficult to do, or is it a fake?"

Zhang Ruochen stopped talking and said calmly: "Okay, since the two said so, I will not be arrogant. I drink this glass of wine."

"Wait a minute and drink together."

Xiang Chunan toasted with Feng Yan, and all three drank together.

Drink in a glass.

Xiang Chunan dropped the wine glass on the ground and asked, "Who is the boss, who is the second child, and who is the third child?"

Feng Yandao: "It ’s too tacky to rank in order of age. It ’s too hurtful to rank in order of strength. Why not?

"In what way?"

Feng Yan said in a hurry: "The day after tomorrow is the Fengshentai Conference. You are better than anyone in Fengshentai to rank. How?"

Xiang Chunan didn't even think about it, and said directly, "Okay, that's it!"?

Zhang Ruochen laughed: "Brother Feng is a disciple of the Temple of Truth. His understanding of Fengshentai must be far more than the two of us, and naturally he has a certain advantage. Do you want to be a big brother?"

"Yeah, it's not fair, I want to be the elder brother." Xiang Chu Nandao.

"Don't worry, now that we have worshipped, we will be our own. Tonight, I will tell you everything I know about Fengshentai."

...

That night, Zhang Ruochen, Feng Yan, and Xiang Chunan drank the Tibetan wine on Kongling Island almost completely. The inside and outside of the pavilion were all wine jars, a mess.

The joy of life must be joyful, so as not to make Jinzun empty to the moon.

Sometimes, you have to let go of all your thoughts and concerns and do the simplest and purest things.

On this night, Zhang Ruochen was in a very happy mood, like a long time in the quagmire, and suddenly broke out, only feeling unprecedented ease.

Indulge yourself just to get drunk.

Perhaps because of a change in mood, Zhang Ruochen was surprised to find after the awakening the next day that the rules of the Holy Word in the body had increased by hundreds, totaling more than 4,200.

He could clearly feel that Xiuwei entered a new world.

Zhang Ruochen's method of movement works, the holy spirit in the body runs fast, his hands are clenched into fist marks, and a powerful storm of holy gas is condensed out.

"Did it break into the realm of the two-step holy king in one fell swoop?" Zhang Ruochen showed a happy look.

The realm of the Holy King is mainly based on enlightenment. At the same time, it is also related to the state of the monk. Sometimes, the monk ’s practice is stagnant for several years and decades; sometimes, he can make rapid progress overnight.

Without going to the nine steps to climb the sky, it is naturally impossible to know if you have really broken through the realm, but it is a good thing to cultivate to improve a lot.

In the courtyard, an ancient tree full of red flowers exudes a dim light.

Mu Lingxi stood under the tree and looked at Zhang Ruochen who had woke up, smiling slightly: "When you were drunk, Uncle Xun had already come, took forty-two tokens, and also represented the entire Guanghan world. Thank you. "

Zhang Ruochen said, "It's just a trivial matter."

"For the Guanghan world, this is an extraordinary event. In the future, the King Wu Han should not make you any more difficult." Mu Lingxi said.

Zhang Ruochen smiled slightly, stretched out a hand, stopped Mu Lingxi's slender willow waist, and embraced her into her arms.

Mu Lingxi struggled symbolically for two times, and finally, like a docile kitten, put a red face on Zhang Ruochen's chest and whispered: "Are you curious, why did I persuade last night? Do you worship them both? "

"I understand." Zhang Ruochen said.

Mu Lingxi said: "I know that you don't want to worship because you have such enemies as Queen Chi Yao and the underworld forces, and walking too close to any monk is harming them. But I only have you in my heart, I hope you can have friends, too. Some friends can share the pressure on you and fight with you side by side, so that you can relax more easily. Would I be too selfish to do this? "

Mu Lingxi lifted her head, a little nervous, worried that Zhang Ruochen would get angry.

Zhang Ruochen said: "Only sincerely make friends and brothers, others will treat you sincerely. I will not tell my enemies, I will deal with them myself."

"Sorry."

Mu Lingxi's eyes shed tears.

Zhang Ruochen kissed between Mu Lingxi's snow neck and smiled, "Don't say I'm sorry, don't you want to help me? But the method is wrong, and you must change it later."

"Ok."

Mu Lingxi nodded.

...

Fengshentai is one of the few ancient relics in the heavenly world.

It is said that the establishment of the Temple of Truth here at the beginning of the establishment of the heavenly realm had a huge connection with Fengshentai.

However, Fengshentai has been in the seal all year round. Even the disciples of the Temple of Truth rarely know the specific location of Fengshentai. It will only manifest itself every ten years when the Fengshentai Conference is held.

In the early morning of the Fengshentai Assembly, a vermilion cloud boat sailed to the edge of the ethereal island and stopped. Led by Feng Xi, Feng Yan, Zhang Ruochen, Xiang Chunan, and Mu Lingxi boarded up together.

In addition, there were 22 other first-class disciples attached to the ethereal island, and they boarded the Yunzhou with them.

Rather, they are all attached to the wind.

Looking at the twenty-two first-class disciples, Zhang Ruochen murmured secretly.

Any first-class disciple is a genius among geniuses and has a high status in the realm of truth. If you go out of the realm of truth and go to the subordinate realms, some great saints in the weak realms will receive them in person.

From this we can see that Feng Xi's status in the field of truth is absolutely extraordinary, otherwise, how can there be so many first-class disciples attached to her?

The windy girl was very angry, and quite arrogant, she didn't say a word from beginning to end.

The twenty-two first-class disciples present, including Feng Yan, did not dare to make a loud noise, as if a group of courtiers stood in front of a majestic queen.

"Cultivation is very strong, not under Givenchy's heart." Zhang Ruochen made such a judgment.

Yunzhou started again and went to the floating islands to pick up people.

Those dangling islands are almost all cultivation sites for missionaries.

Divine disciples continued to board Yunzhou, all of them were proud and full of vitality, and they were both dragons and phoenixes. The number of first-class disciples following behind the disciples of God is different.

There are only one or two first-class disciples behind some of the divine disciples.

There are seven or eight first-class disciples behind some of the disciples of God.

Like Feng Xi, there are more than 20 first-class disciple followers.

Gradually, there were more than twenty disciples on the Yunzhou. The boat driver no longer went to other suspended islands to pick up people and flew directly to Wangshen Mountain.

Wangshen Mountain is only tens of thousands of miles away from the Temple of Truth. The mountain body is yellow-brown and there are no plants growing. The cliffs are magnificent.

The mountain above the clouds has a cloud boat more than 30,000 meters high and 200 meters long. Compared with it, it is like a long black spot.

Zhang Ruochen and others walked down from Yunzhou and boarded Wangshen Mountain, only to find that many monks had gathered on the top of the mountain. They came from different worlds, wearing different holy clothes and treasure armors, and human monks only occupied a very small part, and more monks came from other ethnic groups.

"Brother Zhang, brother Xiang, see you in Fengshen Mountain." Feng Yan laughed.

Xiang Chunan waved with a big hand, saying: "Rest assured that with our strength, it is easy to pass the qualification test."

Originally, if Zhang Ruochen was a ambassador of the Guanghan Realm, he would be able to get an invitation post and enter the venue of the Fengshentai Conference.

However, I learned from Feng Yan that the Fengshentai Conference is not only a grand event, but also involves the battle for ancient treasures, which will be very dangerous.

The identity of "Zhang Ruochen" is still too sensitive and will be targeted.

So Zhang Ruochen changed his mind, changed his appearance, and participated in the Fengshentai Conference in another way.

Fengxi, Fengyan, and twenty-two first-class disciples walked towards the south cliff of Wangshen Mountain.

On the edge of the southern cliff, there is an ancient Shenmen up to several tens of feet. After entering the Shenmen, you can reach Fengshen Terrace.

On both sides of the gate of God, there are sixteen generals wearing white armors. Any monks who come here must first submit invitation cards before they will let go.

"Meet Sister Feng."

Sixteen generals in white armor were saluting at the same time.

Just now, several other preaching disciples who entered the gate of God did not receive such treatment.

Feng Xi passed the invitation post and walked into the gate of God with both hands. Stepping in, the graceful figure disappeared, as if swallowed by a layer of water curtain.

The monks looking at Shenshen Mountain, looking at the huge gate of God, and the figure that kept entering the gate of God, all showed an envious look. Everyone who can get invitations is the top hero of the Great Saint.

That **** gate is a symbol of strength and status.

These monks who have not received invitations can only participate in the qualification test, and it is possible to enter the venue.

A 30-year-old showman sighed: "If I can participate in the Fengshentai Conference, it is the glory of a lifetime, and returning to Tianyuan Realm is enough to brag my life."

"It is said that more than half of the nine fairies in" The Picture of the Nine Immortals "will participate in the Fengshentai Conference. If I can enter the Fengshentai and meet my goddess hundred-flower fairy, I would be willing to live a hundred years less. "Said a young man carrying a holy sword.

"In Fengshentai, there are seven dense places that can dig out the relics left by ancient gods. It is said that at the last Fengshentai meeting, someone dug out artifact fragments in the Bloodlight Canyon."

"Cut, what is the artifact artifact? I heard the old undead at home say that 10,000 years ago, someone broke into the dark demon well that sealed the Shentai and released an ancient demon. Later, the ancient demon also joined The Temple of Truth is one of the top men in the Temple of Truth. "

...

Wang Shenshan ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ While waiting, monks are telling various legends.

In short, everyone is very excited. They all want to pass the qualification test and enter the venue of the Fengshentai Conference. Each person's purpose is different.

"Look, that's ... nine golden dragons, pulling a sacred frame." Someone exclaimed.

The eyes of all the people looked into the sea of ​​clouds.

Thousands of miles away, nine hundred-hundred-meter-long golden dragons pulled an ancient car and rushed towards Wangshen Mountain at an amazing speed. The breath emanating from the ancient car is quite shocking, and has the momentum to swallow the mountains and rivers.

"The golden dragon owl is a holy weapon of Jiuyao Wanwen."

"Oh my God, even the Great Saint doesn't necessarily have the Jiuyao Wanwen Sacred Artifact. How amazing is the owner of that golden dragonfly?"

Mu Lingxi stared at the golden ancient car with a strange look. Of course, she knew that it was Zhang Ruochen's golden step dragonfly, once only every generation of Emperor Shengming's central empire was eligible to ride.

How could Jinbu Longxuan such an important thing fall into the hands of other monks?

Moreover, Zhang Ruochen has never mentioned this to her.

"Booming."

Gradually, Jinbu Longyu arrived at Wangshen Mountain, stopped, and the curtain of Sheng Xuyu's gold was slowly opened by a suffocating jade hand.

The beauty in the car has not yet come out, and the fragrant floral fragrance has drifted outwards, permeating the entire Wangshen Mountain, which makes people feel intoxicated.

Bare, rocky mountains turned out to be gorgeous flowers, and they became vibrant. The water vapor in the sky condenses a piece of white icy petals, turns into flower rain, and falls down.

Seeing the amazing vision that suddenly appeared, some male monks were ecstatic when they guessed the identity of Jin Bulong's master. nt

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