The cold wind is drifting, and the lightning is blowing.
The Penglai Fairy Island, which has always been calm and as peaceful as a mirror, encountered gloomy weather.
The entire fairy island is shrouded in dark clouds and looks very solemn.
Today is the day when the result of the Banxia trial.
Last night, the entire fairy island suddenly received a notice.
Early in the morning, all the disciples waited outside the square, waiting for the final verdict.
On the edge of the cliff platform at the square, there are twelve pillars of heaven standing on a stone platform that is more than a few meters long.
Around the pillar of heaven were surrounded by iron chains with cold air, the Bagua Formation in the middle, and a lock of the sky rushed straight into the sky.
Directly opposite the stone platform is the observation platform.
Sitting in the middle of the platform was the God of Illusion Lotus who came to witness, and behind him was Fei Qingyin.
On the left hand side of Lu Xuqing's sitting at a distance of one position, the other three immortals sat in a separate order.
Under the stands, thousands of disciples stood with breath, waiting for the head to speak.
Qiongshang Xianzun is the deacon on Xiandao, and is naturally the spokesperson in charge of this ruling.
This incident involved the head of the sect, so that thousands of eyes present looked at Lu Xuqing on the left side of the stage from time to time.
The Immortal Lord Qiong also glanced at him, and saw him sitting upright, his expression was faint, his eyes were calm, and he could not see any clues. He sighed softly and waved to the disciples in the audience, "Bring it up!"
”
After a moment, two prisoners from the Immortal Island pushed Banxia out of the corridor not far away.
But in one night, Banxia's expression looked much more haggard than yesterday, and there was no color on her thin little face.
Banxia is already thin, so she is like a piece of rice paper, shaking with the sound of the wind.
She limped on the bluestone floor with her hands and feet.
Thousands of pairs of eyes stared at Banxia.
There are many regrets and pity, but more of them are gloating.
Qingyin stood on the stage, looking at Banxia's thin back from afar, her little hands were condensed into a ball, her eyes full of anger.
"Master..." Qingyin bit her lip and shouted softly.
"What's the matter?" Lian said lightly.
"The disciple has a request. Can the master help the disciple?" Qingyin's eyes were full of begging.
Without guessing, Lian understood the message from her young disciple's eyes, "I can't help you with this matter."
Before he could ask, he was rejected. Qingyin was slightly angry and bit her lip and said, "I thought Master would be a bodhisattva's heart, but I didn't expect that he would be as cruel as that person! You are all ruthless people! Humph!"
After saying that, Qingyin left with a gaze.
When the little disciple judged him with words of cruelty and ruthlessness, Lian frowned slightly, and felt a little strange in her heart.
Looking up, the little disciple's back had already floated down the stage. He was sitting with those friends who were having a good time, and was lowering his head and saying something.
Qingyin, who was sitting with Chang Shan and others, perhaps feeling the gaze behind her, suddenly looked back and saw the master's jade-like face.
Because of Lian's rejection, Qingyin was still angry with him. When she saw that eyes, she looked up at the light, stuck out a tongue at the top of the stage, grimaced her face, and then closed her eyes.
The light-toned naughty expression made Lian shocked.
He thought that his little disciple was so weird, so he shook his head helplessly, smiled bitterly, and then returned to his usual cold face. He stared silently at the stone platform in the distance, but his heart was thinking about another thing.
The cold wind is drifting, and the lightning is blowing.
The Penglai Fairy Island, which has always been calm and as peaceful as a mirror, encountered gloomy weather.
The entire fairy island is shrouded in dark clouds and looks very solemn.
Today is the day when the result of the Banxia trial.
Last night, the entire fairy island suddenly received a notice.
Early in the morning, all the disciples waited outside the square, waiting for the final verdict.
On the edge of the cliff platform at the square, there are twelve pillars of heaven standing on a stone platform that is more than a few meters long.
Around the pillar of heaven were surrounded by iron chains with cold air, the Bagua Formation in the middle, and a lock of the sky rushed straight into the sky.
Directly opposite the stone platform is the observation platform.
Sitting in the middle of the platform was the God of Illusion Lotus who came to witness, and behind him was Fei Qingyin.
On the left hand side of Lu Xuqing's sitting at a distance of one position, the other three immortals sat in a separate order.
Under the stands, thousands of disciples stood with breath, waiting for the head to speak.
Qiongshang Xianzun is the deacon on Xiandao, and is naturally the spokesperson in charge of this ruling.
This incident involved the head of the sect, so that thousands of eyes present looked at Lu Xuqing on the left side of the stage from time to time.
The Immortal Lord Qiong also glanced at him, and saw him sitting upright, his expression was faint, his eyes were calm, and he could not see any clues. He sighed softly and waved to the disciples in the audience, "Bring it up!"
”
After a moment, two prisoners from the Immortal Island pushed Banxia out of the corridor not far away.
But in one night, Banxia's expression looked much more haggard than yesterday, and there was no color on her thin little face.
Banxia is already thin, so she is like a piece of rice paper, shaking with the sound of the wind.
She limped on the bluestone floor with her hands and feet.
Thousands of pairs of eyes stared at Banxia.
There are many regrets and pity, but more of them are gloating.
Qingyin stood on the stage, looking at Banxia's thin back from afar, her little hands were condensed into a ball, her eyes full of anger.
"Master..." Qingyin bit her lip and shouted softly.
"What's the matter?" Lian said lightly.
"The disciple has a request. Can the master help the disciple?" Qingyin's eyes were full of begging.
Without guessing, Lian understood the message from her young disciple's eyes, "I can't help you with this matter."
Before he could ask, he was rejected. Qingyin was slightly angry and bit her lip and said, "I thought Master would be a bodhisattva's heart, but I didn't expect that he would be as cruel as that person! You are all ruthless people! Humph!"
After saying that, Qingyin left with a gaze.
When the little disciple judged him with words of cruelty and ruthlessness, Lian frowned slightly, and felt a little strange in her heart.
Looking up, the little disciple's back had already floated down the stage. He was sitting with those friends who were having a good time, and was lowering his head and saying something.
Qingyin, who was sitting with Chang Shan and others, perhaps feeling the gaze behind her, suddenly looked back and saw the master's jade-like face.
Because of Lian's rejection, Qingyin was still angry with him. When she saw that eyes, she looked up at the light, stuck out a tongue at the top of the stage, grimaced her face, and then closed her eyes.
The light-toned naughty expression made Lian shocked.
He thought that his little disciple was so weird, so he shook his head helplessly, smiled bitterly, and then returned to his usual cold face. He stared silently at the stone platform in the distance, but his heart was thinking about another thing.