Kunpeng, who was furious inside, looked at the two of them with blazing eyes. He suddenly released the late-stage cultivation of Daluo Jinxian from his body.
Zhunti and Jieyin were so frightened by this momentum that they turned over.
"How do you, a flat-haired beast, have the right to be on an equal footing with us?" Zhunti became angry and cursed uncontrollably.
Li Qingming's eyes flashed with a smile, and he secretly said: "Interesting, now we have something good to watch!"
I saw Emperor Jun, Taiyi, Bi Fang and other bird-like monsters all looking at Zhunti angrily. Only then did Zhunti realize that he had offended all the bird-like monsters in the world with just one sentence.
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So he quickly made up for it: "Fellow Taoists, I have no intention of discriminating against the demon clan! I think that although this Taoist is a foreign species from the ancient times, he is not famous in the ancient times. How does such an unknown person have the right to sit on the same table as me! What's more!
, two fellow Taoists, Di Jun, were born on the Sun Star and were born noble. Neither of them has ever sat down, so how can a spirit from the North Sea be qualified to sit on a futon?"
When Emperor Jun and Taiyi heard this, although they were happy in their hearts, the anger on their faces was not reduced at all.
"Okay! Fellow Taoists, it was my fault just now. The only person I targeted was Kunpeng. Please forgive me, fellow Taoists!" This Zhunti was really shameless and would do anything just to get a seat.
"Zhunti, you are so shameless!" Kunpeng gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words.
"Yes, Fellow Daoist Kunpeng, you'd better give in! You see, these two people are looking very embarrassed. It's not too much to ask for a seat!" Hong Yun, a good old man, can be really mean sometimes.
Li Qingming looked at the scene in front of him coldly and said to himself: "Hongyun, Hongyun, what exactly are you thinking? Are you just simply giving way to Zhunti?"
Kunpeng's face was livid, he looked at Jieyin Zhunti hatefully, then glanced at Hongyun with a sinister look, stood up and said: "Jieyin, Zhunti and Hongyun thieves! I will definitely not deal with you in this matter.
Wait for a break!"
After receiving the invitation, both Zhunti sneered twice and sat on the futon without saying anything.
"Okay, okay, fellow Taoist Kunpeng! Why bother with this villain? Don't get angry over such trivial things. Come and sit with us!" Di Jun took two steps forward and said.
Kunpeng, who was already extremely embarrassed, took advantage of Di Jun's steps and walked down the steps. He nodded coldly, followed Di Jun and others to a corner of Zixiao Palace, and sat cross-legged.
"Hahaha, old friend Hongjun! Can you please sit down while I raise my eyebrows?"
Wearing an emerald green Taoist robe, Yang Mei, holding a green silk ribbon, led Li Yanran and stomped into the palace with a leisurely expression.
"Fellow Taoist, you are joking. The futon on this platform has been prepared for you for a long time!" Hongjun smiled faintly and pointed to the futon beside him.
"So, thank you so much, fellow Taoist!"
Yangmei unceremoniously sat on the futon on the right side of the platform, and Li Yanran stood behind Yangmei with a calm expression.
It doesn't matter that he's sitting down, it's a mess down there.
"Who is this man? Why have I never heard of him?"
"I heard that he was a powerful man of the same generation as Saint Hongjun!"
"More than a thousand years ago, many people surrounded and fought against Luo Hu, and one of them was the Great Immortal Yang Mei!"
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"Qingmingzi, please sit on the seventh futon!" Hongjun did not interrupt everyone's discussion, but pointed at the seventh futon in the first row and said calmly.
The unknown Li Qingming, who was originally smiling to himself and raising his eyebrows, was now named by Hongjun, and his heart was full of doubts.
"What? This seventh futon is for me? What's going on?"
"Haha, Master! It's fine if I just sit here!" Li Qingming looked strange and shook his head in panic.
"Ah? Why let him do it!" Many people were indignant.
"Teacher, how can this man be so virtuous that he can enjoy this seventh futon?" A strong man with two horns on his head, who was cultivated to the Taiyi Golden Immortal level, stood up at this time and saluted with a long smile.
People kept pulling at the corner of the man's clothes, but the man stubbornly continued: "The first six people, who are great practitioners of Daluo Jinxian or above, are sitting on the futon. We are convinced. This path, on the body
If you have a mediocre breath and no cultivation at all, what qualifications do you have to sit on that seventh futon?"
"hehe……""
Emperor Jun, Taiyi's face was also ugly at first, but when he heard this man's words, he actually chuckled.
"I said, Lao Niu, don't be stupid! That guy is the 'God of Killing', the 'God of Killing'!" The man sitting cross-legged next to the old cow couldn't help it anymore and shouted in a low voice.
"'God of Killing'? What 'God of Killing'? I'm still the 'God of Killing'!" This old cow looks really lacking in strength.
The Longhan Catastrophe has just ended for more than a thousand years, but some people have forgotten Li Qingming's nickname.
"What? 'Killing God'!" Lao Niu, who came to his senses after a while, suddenly exclaimed, "Why didn't you remind me earlier!"
"I reminded you!" The Taoist next to Lao Niu looked aggrieved.
"That's because you didn't remind me enough!" The old cow's expression was distorted and his face turned pale.
"Grandpa, the God of Killing, the little demon has eyes but cannot see Mount Tai. Please forgive me and don't see the same thing as the little demon!"
Li Qingming glanced at the old cow with a smile and said nothing.
With Li Qingming's current state of cultivation, he was not angry with a little demon. Although he seemed to have offended him, it was something Li Qingming liked to see.
"Qingmingzi, I already know all about your contribution in the Longhan Tribulation. You don't have to hide it, not to mention that you are the third generation leader of my Taoist sect, so you are qualified to sit on this seat!"
Hongjun's calm tone was mixed with a touch of majesty, and he obviously didn't want to be rejected by Li Qingming again.
Li Qingming, who really couldn't shirk it, shook his head helplessly and said: "So, thank you Master!"
Then he stood up calmly, walked to the seventh futon, and sat cross-legged on it.
The guests in the Zixiao Palace who were originally preparing to see Li Qingming being bounced up by the futon were suddenly shocked and their eyes widened.
"How can it be okay?"
"Could it be that this position is destined to belong to Li Qingming?"
Sitting on the futon, Li Qingming felt a slight coolness rush out from the futon. Quickly, like a tiger descending from the mountain, it penetrated into Li Qingming's body. It felt extremely refreshing!
"What a treasure, it actually has such effects!"
Li Qingming sighed secretly in his heart.
At this time, everyone was seated, and those who occasionally felt psychologically unbalanced did not dare to take their seats by force.
Mr. Hongjun, who was sitting on the platform, glanced around the Zixiao Palace and said calmly: "You will sit here from now on, and you cannot change it at will!"
"Old friend, after I give my sermon, will I talk to you again without saying anything?"