Taoist Qi Tian, do you really want to protect Ling Tian?
What to do with Fengxuan?
For a moment, everyone looked at Feng Xuan.
After all, it was Ling Tian who slapped Feng Xuan in the face. If he agreed, then this time in Jiucang Mountain, Cangmang War Hall would be considered a shame and would be thrown into his grandma's house.
But if you don't agree.
I'm afraid I might even lose my life.
After all, Taoist Qi Tian is the leader of the Sanxian Immortals. Who can offend him?
"What? Do you really have any objections?"
Seeing that the two of them were silent, the old beggar's face darkened and he frowned. Feng Xuan and Man Jiang then knelt down with a puff.
"No, no objection. It's whatever senior said. Man Jiang doesn't dare to have any objection!"
The twelfth island owner suddenly broke out in sweat and held up his hands repeatedly.
Although Feng Xuan felt ashamed and angry, but with this strong man at the peak of Sanxian in front of him, he could only give in.
"Feng Xuan, I have no objection!"
Feng Xuan almost gritted his teeth and squeezed out a sentence.
"Hahaha, okay, if that's the case, then you kid, get up and don't kneel in front of me. I'm a bad old man and I can't afford to accept a disciple."
"Uh..." Ling Tian knelt there and saw that the old beggar was really not easy to talk to. Moreover, he had such a respected status. Even if he became a disciple of this old beggar, he would be able to go anywhere in the world without anyone else.
He dared to provoke, but if the other party refused to accept it, there was nothing he could do.
Being unyielding will only make people disgusted, and that is not Ling Tian's character.
Therefore, Ling Tian had no choice but to stand up.
It was the first time in my life that I was rejected as a disciple, so it happened.
"Boy, you don't have the ability to build any sect on your own now, so don't think about it now. If you don't want to really join the sect, just find a place and become a registered disciple."
At this time, the old beggar's voice sounded in Ling Tian's mind.
"yes."
Ling Tian nodded and flew back to Jintai.
"Wukong, that Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple is your destiny, seize the opportunity."
Ling Tian looked at Wukong. Among his friends, Wukong's whereabouts was the most clear.
"Amitabha, the kindness of Brother Ling's enlightenment will never be forgotten by Wukong."
Putting his hands together, Wukong walked towards the golden platform of Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple.
The face of Sanxianjian Temple on the golden platform suddenly showed a hint of joy.
After accepting Wukong, the mission is completed this time.
"Brother, Bao'er and I also want to go to the Western Regions Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple."
However, just as Ling Tian was about to look at others, Qin Shaoyang suddenly spoke.
"What?"
Ling Tian raised his eyebrows, "Is it possible that you want to become a monk?"
"I'm not a monk. I asked just now that there are lay disciples in Wanfo Temple. Apart from worshiping Buddha, they have nothing to do with the world, so we thought it would be good to find a quiet place."
"Mainly, I think I'm okay now. I don't want to be under the wings of you and my sister all the time. It's not interesting."
Qin Shaoyang scratched his head.
"Haha, if you have this kind of awareness, you have really grown up. That's all, Ling Tian, just let them pass." Qin Mingyue said with a smile.
"Well, Wukong, please take care of this little boy when the time comes."
Ling Tian nodded.
"Brother Ling, don't worry."
Wukong responded immediately.
Seeing that Qin Shaoyang and Ye Baoer also landed on his golden platform, the monk in charge of the temple suddenly became happy and couldn't restrain himself.
Not counting Ling Tian, there were only five Taichu Martial Spirits this time, and now there are only two from Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple. I never thought of this.
"Mo Ran, you..."
Finally, Ling Tian looked at Zhen Moran, but before he finished speaking, the latter spoke on his own.
"I have no choice. I was originally going to Xuanming Ghost Valley."
"Don't worry, no one will dare to bully me when Jiuyou is there."
"If you really build your own sect in the future, I will join you again."
After saying that, Zhen Moran didn't wait for Ling Tian to speak, turned around and landed directly on the golden platform of the Xuanming Ghost Valley. But as soon as she stood behind Granny Yinkui, she raised her eyebrows and almost shouted
sound.
"Nine……"
"Shh..."
The two women made eye contact, and then they understood each other, and there was no difference anymore.
As for the remaining people, naturally they can only follow Ling Tian and join Jiuxiao Yunhai Pavilion.
It is absolutely impossible for a warrior from the Western Region to join the Cangwu War Palace, that would be to seek death.
The deputy master of the Sword Pavilion suddenly beamed with joy. Ling Tian and his group were all genius disciples. Except for Ling Tian who only wanted to be a registered disciple, Qin Mingyue was also a swordsman. If she was lucky enough to find an ancient Taichu martial artist in the future,
Soul can also become the top leader in one fell swoop.
As a result, Cangmang Battle Hall became the biggest loser. Not a single disciple among the top fifty joined Cangmang.
This is the first time in the history of Feitian Battle Ranking.
"call!"
Feng Xuan turned his back to everyone and panted heavily. At this time, he had no face to face the warriors in the world.
"Now that everyone has made their selections, let this end of the Hundred Sect Competition."
"Everyone, you can return to the sect on your own."
The Manjiang River is suspended above the sky, and its sound is still majestic.
"Haha, Manjiang kid, if I remember correctly, the top one in all previous Hundred Sect Competitions will get a copy of the Feitian Treasure Box given by Tianyu Xiandao, right?"
"Is it possible that you want to find it yourself?"
But the old beggar under the golden platform suddenly spoke again.
"Oh, I forgot."
A hint of impatience flashed in Man Jiang's eyes, he raised his hand, and a silver-white treasure box was shot at Ling Tian.
"Haha, now that it's over, I'll give you a ride, let's go."
The old beggar smiled with satisfaction and disappeared.
Ling Tian and others did not wait much. After chatting briefly with Master Yifan and Sect Master Taihua who came over, they boarded the Yunhai Flying Boat with the people from Jiuxiao Yunhai Pavilion and headed towards the South China Sea.
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"Damn it! I, Feng Xuan, have never been so angry in my life! Moreover, I still fell on a young boy. If word spreads, how can I, Feng Xuan, gain a foothold!"
On Jiucang Mountain, people go to the sky.
Only Feng Xuan and the twelfth island owner Man Jiang were left in the sky.
Thinking of what he had just done, Feng Xuan couldn't restrain his anger and roared to the sky.
"That's all, we can't touch the old beggar after all. This guy is very mysterious, and the Lord can't do anything to him."
Man Jiang whispered, but suddenly smiled: "Haha, but I also heard from the Lord that this old guy is not going to die soon. If he is born this time, he will live in a few days."
"Besides, he didn't take Ling Tian as his disciple. If you want to mess with that kid, just do it."
"Don't worry too much."
"Furthermore, although the Taichu Martial Spirit in that boy has been shattered, I don't think it's easy. If you can, you'd better get that Taichu Martial Spirit back. Otherwise, your status in the Cangwu War Palace will really be incompetent.
Guaranteed!"
Feng Xuan rolled his eyes and said, "Are you serious about what you said?"
"Haha, why did I lie to you?"
"However, you'd better not do it yourself, it's already embarrassing enough."
"I have got what the Lord asked for, and I will keep it for a while. You can take care of yourself and say goodbye!"
After saying that, the whole river turned into a bright silver light and disappeared into the sky.
"Ling Tian..."
Feng Xuan looked in the direction of the South China Sea, his eyes slowly narrowed.
