Airplanes!

The Qingyun Blade seemed to be abnormally spiritual, and as soon as it appeared, it stirred up bursts of ripples, and it was about to shoot out in the continuous roar.

But when it left the jade box within a foot, a large hand filled with a blue-white sharp aura suddenly appeared, and it was suppressed below.

In the midst of the buzzing sound, without waiting for it to resist, it was pressed into the jade box and re-sealed with the jade talisman.

"Friendly means!"

Seeing such a scene, the middle-aged monk's eyes flashed, and he praised with a look of surprise.

"Fellow Daoist, let's see if the purple jade spirit fruit is correct!"

Wang Mo said noncommittally.

Looking at the situation of the other party, inviting such a sage to come, in addition to having a deterrent effect, I am afraid that he really has other thoughts.

didn't want to cause trouble, Wang Mo didn't mind using a little trick to make the other party scruple and save being followed.

The tall and thin deacon behind the middle-aged monk suddenly gasped when he heard Wang Mo claim to be himself, and his gaze at Wang Mo also had a hint of dodging, and he was even more glad in his heart.

If it weren't for the extra heart, this time it was concealed by such a primitive monster, and this transaction would be smashed.

The middle-aged monk bowed slightly, and unceremoniously removed the talisman seal on the jade box, and looked at the purple jade spirit fruit inside.

After the tea, Wang Mo transferred the jade boxes he took out into his ring one by one, his heart was slightly relieved, and then he bowed and said, "Can you confirm it?"

"Yes, it is indeed a purple jade spirit fruit, and it is quite well preserved, can you be satisfied with the treasures traded?"

The middle-aged monk smiled and glanced deeply at Wang Modao.

"Naturally, I am satisfied, and if this transaction is successful, I won't bother!"

Wang Mo's expression was calm, and he didn't see anything unusual at all, the treasures in these jade boxes, except for the Tempered Body Grass and the Qingyun Blade, were all prepared according to his requirements, and the financial resources of this Tianyun Commercial Bank could be seen at this point.

But his heart was clear, and a trace of divine consciousness secretly probed by the other party swept back and forth around him, but he did not hide it from him.

Obviously, the other party was also curious about being able to take out a treasure like the Purple Jade Spirit Fruit, after all, normally, it was difficult for a Monk to have such a treasure.

Coupled with the trace of aura that was revealed before, it had already convinced the other party of the fact that he was a Yuanying Cultivator.

It's just that it's just the coercion brought by the physical realm, and it's no worse than the Yuan Infant Cultivator.

"Xiao Gao, send this fellow Daoist!"

The middle-aged monk turned to the tall and thin deacon beside him and commanded.

The tall and thin deacon hurriedly opened the ban on the private room, went out first, and led the way in front.

"Farewell!"

Wang Mo was not polite, so he left the private room and left with him.

After the two of them walked away, until they left the Tianyun Trading House, the middle-aged monk who had never left in the private room suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes flashed, and he said to himself: "What a body refining saint, but he is born like this, could it be that the fall of Elder Yuan a few months ago has something to do with this person?

Playing with the jade box containing the purple jade spirit fruit in his hand, he thought for a while, and then took out a silver-white jade slip with his backhand, and poked out his divine sense to engrave something into the jade slip.

Then he shook his hand and played a trick, and the jade turned into a streamer, shooting towards the window, and after passing through the prohibition of a streamer, it disappeared without a trace.

......

Time flies, and a few years have passed.

Tianyun City, which was already lively with tomatoes, was even more crowded at this time, and it was crowded.

Originally, it was not common to see Sect Masters everywhere on the streets, and even more, there were a few people who felt suffocated and in awe when they looked at them from a distance.

Of course, there are also some Yuan Infant Sages who don't like to attract attention, and most of them have restrained their own aura, just like ordinary monks, walking on the streets.

At this time, it was already the time for the Yunxiao Sect Jiazi Disciple Acceptance Conference.

These high-ranking monks came with their clansmen or heirs one after another, just to let them worship in the Cloud Pavilion so that they could get in touch with each other.

Of course, as the descendant or heir of the Yuanying Monk, he was originally very noble, but the Yuanying Monk also had a time when he fell and feathered, but as the top force in the mainland, no one dared to say that it would decay or even extinct the sect.

And among these monks, more are casual cultivators, although casual cultivation has always been not easy to cultivate, but most of them have a resolute character, even if they are required to be monks under the age of Jiazi, but the number of casual cultivators is so large, in this way, compared to those geniuses who have followed the cultivation of high-level monks since childhood, it is not far behind, and even a lot more.

This Yunxiao Pavilion Past Generations Disciple Acceptance Conference was on the square in the center of Tianyun City, which was dozens of miles in size.

Sixty fighting platforms were set up in it, and many prohibitions were erected around them to prevent the people around them from being injured during the fighting.

There are also many restrictions on those who fight the law, and the most important thing in them is that the time of the fight is up to the end, and no one is allowed to kill unless it is absolutely necessary.

The second is that magic weapons and third-order talisman seals are not allowed.

This point put an end to the descendants of those high-level monks, and the opportunity to use high-level magic weapons to suppress the rest of the monks and obtain quotas, giving more opportunities for casual cultivation.

Even so, at each of the Disciple Gathering Meetings, countless monks fell for it.

After all, there are no eyes in the fight, and no one can predict what the opponent's next spell will be.

At the same time, a stand tens of zhang high stands on the north side of the square, on which more than a dozen private rooms are divided, which are already full of watching monks.

In some private rooms, there are digital people sitting in the air, and there are also middle-aged or old people with a digital and introverted atmosphere, sitting on the top, which is intimidating.

At a glance, it was clear that these people were all primordial infant saints.

In some of the private rooms, most of them are monks who are married.

But they were not the protagonists of the stands, and they were accompanied by eight, or even nine monks, who were the most prominent people in the private rooms above the stands.

Although the costumes are different and there are men and women, they have two common characteristics, that is, they are quite young, and the sleeves of their clothes are full of pale blue white clouds.

They are the geniuses of the sect sent by Yunxiao Pavilion to preside over the disciple collection conference this time, and they are also the geniuses who show the young generation of their sects to the major sects in Tianyun Prefecture, what a genius they are.

But among them, there is a monk who is not one of them, and there is a monk who builds the foundation, who is stained with light.

They are Han Yan and Bing Mengyue, at this time, Bing Mengyue was already wearing the clothes of a disciple of Yunxiao Pavilion, because she was forced by Xia Qiongya to give Shi Jiaojiao as an apprentice, and she also sat here on this trip.

Although she looked nervous as she sat among the high-ranking monks, if you looked closely, there was a surprising calmness in the nervous look in her eyes.

The other two daughters are Ye Hanqing, an ethereal Tianjiao with a superb appearance, and the other is Shi Jiaojiao.

But if you really want to talk about it seriously, Bing Mengyue and Shi Jiaojiao are obviously inferior, but Bing Mengyue has a hazy feeling, which is unreal.

And although the cold smoke is on par with Ye Hanqing, the chill it inadvertently exudes is slightly worse than Ye Hanqing, who is as gentle as a bath.

At this time, the four beauties sat in one place, without any veil to cover their faces, it was really Meilan Zhuju, each with its own merits, which made the five Yunxiao Pavilion Tianjiao characters on the opposite side dizzy.

To be precise, the four are like this, but among them, Xia Qiongya, who is not inferior in appearance compared to the four women.

But they can only watch, the four women are together, and they really can't interject.

"Senior Sister Ye, why do you keep staring at me as a disciple?"

Shi Jiaojiao's eyes turned and stared at Ye Hanqingdao.

"Oh! I don't know why, I always feel that Sister Bing and Master Mengyue have something in common with me, I don't know why!

Ye Hanqing's beautiful eyes moved slightly, her gaze still did not leave Bing Mengyue, and she looked the two women up and down.

"The same, of course it's the same, we are all women, Senior Sister Ye has been cultivating in the pavilion all the year round, and she rarely sees people, so naturally everyone she sees is a little the same!"

Shi Jiaojiao's words were prickly.

Although she has never been very narrow-minded, when she saw that most of the eyes of her brother and the rest of the senior brothers fell on her, she felt a little surprised.

But more often than not, they are afraid that their sweethearts will be like them.

Although 'Bingyan' is such a beautiful woman, the sudden appearance of the two made Shi Jiaojiao's heart uneasy.

"Sister Hanqing is too careful, I heard a few senior brothers say that my sister has been cultivating in the pavilion since she was a child, and I and the apprentice have just come from the south, how can we see it?"

Han Yan smiled slightly, and said indifferently.

In his heart, he was secretly awe-inspiring, and so was Bing Mengyue beside him.

No one knows better than them what this feeling is.

Because as soon as they met, they noticed the familiarity and strangeness that the other party brought to them, which was the feeling of the same origin of the exercises.

It's just that Ye Hanqing has never been out of the Cloud Pavilion and knows very little about these things, so he naturally feels the same meaning.

"Uncle Ye is so beautiful, if Mengyue can have half of Uncle Ye, no, one-tenth, it would be good!"

The essence in Bing Mengyue's eyes flashed, and her face showed a hint of flattery at the right time.

"Mengyue's nephew is beautiful, when this conference is over, go to my Cloud Valley to play, it just so happens that I don't have a few people there, you all go to play, it's good to have a companion!"

Ye Hanqing nodded at him and said, although people who cultivate immortals often face loneliness, but for a long time, there are not a few people who have become pure-hearted and have few desires, and there are even more people whose personalities have changed greatly.

She has been cultivating all year round and rarely communicates with outsiders, so this time she was able to leave the sect, naturally because she wanted to make more friends.

"This is not good, if the pavilion master encounters it and treats us for the crime of disrupting your cultivation, then we can't afford it!"

Shi Jiaojiao saw her wooing her 'disciple' like this, even though she had never regarded her as a 'disciple' in her heart, she couldn't help but tighten her heart and hurriedly said, but after the words were finished, she knew that she had said something wrong, so she kept silent.

"Pavilion Master, could it be the legendary Great Cultivator?"

Bing Mengyue was beside her, but she pretended to be bold and curious, and there was expectation, apprehension, and resentment in her eyes, but that trace of resentment was pressed in the deepest part of her heart.