Chapter 227 The Big Brothers of the Vientiane Tower
It’s September, and the autumn air is crisp.!
Outside the Wuliang Tower, the atmosphere seemed a bit heated. Many people were already gearing up and staring closely at the exit of the Wuliang Tower. As long as Feng Feiyun came out of the Wuliang Tower, they would take action to snatch people.
There were so many old immortal-level bosses who came that the veteran guarding the tower felt a lot of pressure. He kept wiping his forehead with his sleeve and slowly retreated, fearing that innocent people would be hurt.
The God King Long Chuan Feng is leading the way, standing under the 100-foot-long stone monument, with white hair coiled on top of his head, wearing a golden hair crown, a jade-like long beard, a tall and straight figure, boots worth ten thousand gold, and a belt made of red gold. He is wearing a t-shirt
The extremely windy golden robe, the whole body is shining with golden light, and the demeanor is very extraordinary.
Since you want to accept a disciple, you must make yourself respectable, otherwise no disciple will hang out with you.
The God King was already standing there, and other people with ulterior motives naturally retreated one by one, not daring to compete with the God King. He was a well-known old trickster, and no one dared to offend him.
Of course, there are also a few old immortals who do not buy the God King's blame. These immortals are the older generation of tower owners of the Vientiane Tower, and they are the ones who stand at the top to watch.
"Hmph! Long Chuanfeng, aren't you practicing "Nine Transformations of Life and Death" in seclusion? Why don't you come out and mess around, and you are not afraid that a hundred years of hard work will be destroyed in one day?" An old man wearing a Tai Chi Bagua Taoist robe stood on the 100-foot stone tablet.
He is also extremely old, his face is full of ravines, and he is no younger than the God King.
He refers to the God King by his first name. He is obviously a person of the same generation and his status is definitely not low.
He holds a white beard whisk with sparkling aura, jade-colored light flows on the white Taoist robe, three flower clouds condense on the top of his head, and the treasure light of the avenue emanates from his back, making him look like an immortal.
This is the former tower master of the Tao Pagoda, with the Taoist name "Fuchenzi". His cultivation level can be ranked among the top five in the Wanxiang Pagoda. Moreover, he also has an extraordinary identity. He is one of the three Sanren of the Tao Sect. He once
Even the chiefs of the major immortal sects attended the opening sermon. The various Taoist sects in the Shenjin Dynasty had extraordinary appeal.
In the world of immortality, Fu Chenzi is even above the God King in terms of influence.
As long as Fuchenzi says a word, the top immortal sects in Nantai Mansion, such as Tianyi Immortal Sect, Zixiao Cave Mansion, and Dayan Immortal Sect, will not dare to pursue Feng Feiyun anymore.
Of course, in the imperial court, the influence of the God King was much stronger than that of Fu Chenzi.
Both of these two people are at the level of bosses. Although their influence is strong or weak, the so-called strength is actually relative. Fuchenzi's influence in the court is also very great, and the influence of the God King in the world of immortality is also at the level of a dean.
"Fuchenzi, didn't you go to retreat at the Cliff of Life and Death? You promised to stay in retreat for three hundred years, but less than two hundred years have passed. Why did you run out?" The God King raised his brows and let out a chuckle.
Fuchenzi naturally rushed back all the way after receiving the notice from the old Taoist Protector.
People who have reached their level want to find suitable disciples to pass on the Taoism. If they teach a genius, they will be famous for generations; if they teach a fool, they will only be infamous for thousands of years.
"You two already have missionary disciples, and you have stepped down as the master of the tower. Why are you still so greedy? Leave this to me!" A short and thin old man wearing torn straw sandals appeared at some point.
He stood in front of the God King and Fuchenzi and sat on a broken stone.
The old man held a straw hat woven with bamboo leaves and a peach wood pole in his hand. There were a few leaves on his hair. He shook the straw hat gently with his hand, just like a woodcutter enjoying the shade under the tree.
The old guy showed his yellow teeth and smiled with squinted eyes at the God King and Fuchenzi. Two of his teeth were actually missing, which was a bit leaky.
This old guy appeared there without knowing when, and no one noticed him. It wasn't until he spoke that everyone saw him.
"Damn, Lan Muqiao, you're not dead yet?" The God King pulled off the golden belt from his waist and wanted to give the old woodcutter two hard whips.
The God King once lost a bet to the old woodcutter and almost lost even one pair of pants. However, he later found out that he had been deceived by the old woodcutter. When he wanted to settle the score with him, the old ruffian seemed to be in trouble again.
It was as if the world had evaporated and disappeared without a trace. This disappearance lasted two hundred years without a trace.
Now that I finally see the old woodcutter again, how can the God King let him go?
"Wuliang Tianzun, Lan Muqiao, if you don't return my Taoist spiritual weapon, the Divine Cloud Needle, I will fight with you today."
Fuchenzi's face turned livid, he rolled up his sleeves and was about to fight.
The old woodcutter tricked him into a trap. He defrauded him of a top spiritual weapon from the Dao Sect, the Divine Cloud Needle, and promised to return it within three days. However, after borrowing it, he disappeared for two hundred years.
, Fu Chenzi’s hair almost turned white.
This old woodcutter is not an ordinary person, but the master of the Divine Power Tower. Few people know how old he has been. They only know that he was the master of the Divine Power Tower eight hundred years ago.
It is rumored that he has another identity, that is, he is the previous generation master of the Palace of Spirits.
This identity is enough to scare a large number of people to death, but I don't know whether it is true or false. No one has ever confirmed it, and the old woodcutter has never admitted it.
"You...you calm down! There are many juniors here, please pay attention to your appearance!" The old woodcutter put his bamboo leaf hat on his head, put the pole on his shoulders, bent his waist and arched his back, like
Like a big rat, with a hiss, the figure disappeared.
Both the God King and Fu Chenzi were in vain.
"We are all people with status, and you are too stingy. We just borrowed a few treasures to play with for a few days. I see how anxious you are." When the old woodcutter appeared again, he was already standing a hundred feet high.
On top of the stone monument, he was carrying a pole, lying on the stone monument, and said honestly to the people below: "We are all moral people. After three days, we will definitely return it with both hands."
"Nima, it's three more days!"
"Infinite Heavenly Lord, I am your sister for three days!"
Neither the God King nor Fu Chenzi could calm down. They were so angry with the old woodcutter that their fighting spirit surged. In an instant, they had fallen to the stone wall. But when they appeared on the stone tablet, the old woodcutter
It has disappeared again.
The younger generation of students below were so shocked that their jaws dropped to the ground. These three are the top figures in the Vientiane Tower, and they usually respect them to the extreme, but the scene in front of them completely overturned the situation.
the image in their minds.
Especially the tower owner of the Divine Power Tower. This old guy is simply a ruffian, and he doesn't look like a legendary figure at all.
"Little girl, I see that you have amazing bones and extraordinary talents. You are a unique cultivation genius. Are you willing to follow me into the Divine Power Tower, become the successor of my mantle, and inherit my position as the master of the Divine Power Tower in the future?"
The woodcutter came out from behind the little devil at some point, with a divine expression, somewhat like a Taoist master.
The old woodcutter had offended both the God King and Fu Chenzi a lot, and he didn't want to compete with them anymore to avoid being beaten by a group, so he took aim at the little evil devil.
He blinked like a weird uncle, no, a weird grandpa who kidnapped a little girl.
The little demon held the white cat in his arms and stared at the old ruffian who suddenly appeared in surprise. His pink lips moved and he scratched the ends of his hair with his fingers. He looked very cute.
Apparently he hasn't reacted yet.
"Well, since you agreed, you are now my closed disciple, and I will pass on the position of master of the Divine Power Tower to you tomorrow." The old woodcutter touched his chin and said with a majestic expression.
The little devil has a small mouth that cannot be closed. Is this old ruffian talking to himself?
"Follow me quickly!" The old woodcutter saw two rays of light flying from the sky, his face changed slightly, he picked up the little evil devil, put it on his shoulders, and then flew away through the air. After a few dodgers, he
Disappeared without a trace.
This is the real robbery!
"This old guy!"
When the God King and Fu Chenzi arrived, the old woodcutter had disappeared.
Not long after, Feng Feiyun finally walked out of the Infinite Tower. As soon as he stepped out, before he could see which direction the sun was, his vision went dark and he was knocked to the ground with a stick.
Zhang Badao put away the iron rod as thick as his arm, grinned, put Feng Feiyun on his shoulders, and sneaked away from the crowd.
Naturally, some people saw it, but they didn't dare to speak. Zhang Badao was the tower master of the Wu Pagoda. As his name suggests, he was famous for being domineering and domineering. He had the support of the God King behind him. No one dared to say anything at this time.
Phew! Phew!
Two rays of light flew back from the sky. The God King and Fu Chenzi went to chase the old woodcutter at the same time, but they still couldn't catch up with him. The old ruffian disappeared like a mouse.
"Brother Fuchen, let's say goodbye." The God King glanced slightly at the crowd, and when he saw no sign of Zhang Badao, he knew that something big had happened, and there was a hint of a vague arc in the corner of his mouth.
"Brother Long, do you plan to withdraw voluntarily?" Fuchenzi was a little surprised.
"I'm just an apprentice, why do you have to fight for me? Isn't that just a joke for the juniors? You have to be a man of dignity!" The God King patted Fu Chenzi on the shoulder, and suddenly he became much more majestic, with a noble and noble expression.
The legacy of the sages is like an ancient saint who did not strive for fame or fortune.
Fuchenzi raised his eyebrows. Not only was he not moved by it, but he felt something was wrong. Those who lived to their age were all cunning and cunning people. He knew better than anyone what Long Chuanfeng was, and it was impossible to say this.
Fan Dayi’s awe-inspiring words came.
"I wish Brother Fuchen to gain a wise disciple and become a famous master in the world of immortality in the future, leaving a lasting legacy. Today, I say goodbye." The God King looked desolate, with a bit of loss, and then turned into a golden rainbow and disappeared into the mountains.
Between the mist.
He ran very fast, fearing that he would be caught by dust particles.