Below the nine peaks, there are bustling.

The young disciples were quite noisy, but after listening carefully, they were very excited.

Because this day is the day when a young disciple of the Shan generation returns from his travels and various evaluations and rankings.

"There is no need to guess at all. The team led by Uncle Mingtu is definitely the first."

"That's right, Uncle Mingtu, this old-fashioned guy, has a dark face all day long. In the past, we used to travel with him, and we must not make any mistakes in every move, and we must not forget all etiquettes. Otherwise, hehe, wait for hardship."

"But in the hands of Master Mingtu, every time the disciples I brought out would always become more powerful and more abiding by the rules after I came back, and the uncles of Masters would always be the first to be evaluated."

"Is the fourth generation of disciples who went out of Team 16 this time the lowest rated was the person led by Uncle Jing Yao?"

"No... it's Shanren Shanying and the others, it's the people of Master Mingfeng."

"How is it possible? Master Mingfeng's cultivation is not lower than Master Mingtu. Although others are kind, the disciples he has brought out feel that they are more relaxed and act casually, but they are always among the top five, so why is it suddenly at the bottom?"

"Because they haven't come back yet..."

As the noise came, it suddenly became silent.

A few disciples still didn't realize it and were still talking, but their words seemed quite awkward in the quiet field. Then someone next to him quietly patted him and signaled to silence.

Everyone looked at it and saw a person slowly walking down from a distance.

This man is about his early twenties, wearing a Taoist robe and a long sword on his back. He has a straight facial features, but his expression is cold and his skin is slightly dark. He has a strong look, but also has a very old-fashioned and pedantic smell.

When they saw this person, all four generations of disciples in the field were silent.

"Uncle Mingtu."

A Taoist boy came down from the mountain and showed a ray of inspiration on his hands.

Mingtu took it with both hands, then stretched out his hand and flicked it. He spread his mind and saw the information inside clearly, his eyes couldn't help but condense. Then he nodded and said, "Go back to the master of the sect, I understand, I'll go out to greet you now."

The Taoist boy gave a gift and then returned to the main peak.

Mingtu slightly tidied up his clothes, patted the hem of his clothes, and then looked at the four generations of disciples. He said in a deep voice: "The Immortal Sect, where is the Sword Immortal Holy Land, you are a disciple of Yan, so noisy, what kind of morality is it?"

None of the disciples dared to answer.

"From now on, there is no word for it."

Mingtu said slowly: "The arrangement is neat and no mistakes are allowed."

The disciples looked at each other and suddenly they moved closer together and stood in an orderly manner. They were arranged neatly without any chaos.

"Face the southeast and kneel down!"

When all the disciples heard this, they did not dare to disobey and all knelt on the ground.

Mingtu said slowly: "I'll pick up an elder in this sect. You can kneel down here to greet me. Don't say a word, and there is no chaos at all. If the elders in the sect return and happen to see you waiting for you, don't blame me..."

He was halfway through his words, humming with a cold face, and his body soared into the air. He disappeared into the sky in an instant.

Although the disciples saw him leave with their own eyes, due to the tyranny of Master Mingtu, no one spoke, and had to complain in his heart.

"It's so fierce... The elders of the Jielu Pavilion are not as fierce as him..."

"Fortunately, Uncle Mingtu is not working in the precepts hall. Otherwise, this life would be impossible..."

But some disciples were quite confused.

It is said that if you make a loud noise, just say a few words, you will not be so serious that you will not kneel down. Even if the elders of the sect return and let them, the disciples who make mistakes kneel down to welcome the elders, it is reasonable, but which elder would like this style?

"Which elder is you who are kneeling to welcome this time?"

...

The scenery in Yan land in Zhongzhou is picturesque.

Qin Xianyu praised: "What a scene of immortals."

When Qin Xianyu, Mingfeng, Shanying and others stepped near Yan land in Zhongzhou, they saw a person flying in front of them.

Mingtu saw everyone from afar and recognized Mingfeng, Shanren and Shanying and other disciples, but before them, there was a young Taoist priest who was not familiar with.

No need to think too much, you will know clearly that this is the uncle of our junior master.

After a brief look, I felt that the young Taoist priest was elegant and pure, like a deep lake, with a little mysterious feeling. However, he had not yet become an immortal and was still a mortal of the dragon and tiger level, and his cultivation was a little lower.

Mingtu's thoughts only flashed through his mind.

He flew quickly and landed on the ground, then arched his hands, knelt on both knees, and touched his forehead on the ground.

"Mingtu, a disciple of the three generations of Yan land in Zhongzhou, welcomes the uncle of the junior master to return to Zhongzhou."

Qin Xianyu couldn't react for a moment, and Mingfeng smiled and watched.

As for the disciples of Shanren, Shanshan, Shanying, Shanrou, they were all stunned and secretly shocked. Even Uncle Mingtu, who had a cold face all day long, respected this uncle's uncle so much. After careful calculation, these disciples had not given any big gifts to the little ancestor of our sect. After all, Uncle Mingfeng is also a relatively casual person and has never considered these things.

It would be fine if they had never given a big gift, but they had already insulted the "damn little ancestor" in front of the little ancestor. Until now, they still felt scared.

It is common to curse people behind their backs, but they are scolding them in front of others, and they are the ancestors of our sect. If these things are known by Master Mingtu, they will inevitably peel off a layer of skin and break the bones of their legs and hands.

At this moment, Qin Xianyu had already reached out to help Mingtu up.

Mingtu stood up, took a step back, and said, "My uncle, all the first masters are waiting in the main peak hall, and they ordered their disciples to come and greet them."

Qin Xianyu smiled and said, "You're welcome."

Lead the way ahead.

Flying all the way, I entered Jiufeng territory.

I saw many disciples in front of me kneeling in front of me.

Qin Xianyu couldn't help but feel a little confused.

Mingtu whispered: "I received the news to welcome the uncle of the junior master. I couldn't help but be hasty. I didn't have time to help my disciples make arrangements, so I had to let them kneel down and wait."

Qin Xianyu didn't know how to speak for a moment. Looking at the disciples kneeling all over the ground, each of them was not inferior to Shanying and Shanxin and others. They were extremely rare geniuses, but they seemed so common in Yandi, Zhongzhou.

Many geniuses gathered together and were so dazzling that they were unbelievable. But these geniuses, with so many, seemed to have become ordinary in a trance...

Mingtu lowered his body and landed on the ground, he turned his head to Mingfeng and said, "This time you find the uncle of the junior master, you should remember the great merits and lead these four generations of disciples to receive the reward first. I was ordered to come, and the uncle of the junior master asked me to lead the way."

If an ordinary person heard these words, he would be a little displeased. But Mingfeng had a calm temperament and knew that Mingtu was like this, so he just laughed and didn't care. He just looked at Qin Xianyu and said, "Young Master, this is the case, the disciple will lead Shanying and others to go first."

Qin Xianyu nodded slightly.

Mingfeng and others bid farewell.

The other disciples were puzzled when they saw a young Taoist priest, but not any elders in the sect they had seen before. When they saw that Master Mingfeng and Master Mingtu were so respectful, they felt even more strange.

Qin Xianyu raised his hand slightly and said, "Get up."

All the disciples hesitated for a moment and looked at Mingtu.

Mingtu said coldly: "I'll hear you, don't you hear?"

The disciples then stood up one after another.

However, Mingtu leads the way, but has already led Qin Xianyu to the main peak.

"Who is that?"

"Which elder in the sect?"

"Who knows? But so young, it should be from the generation of uncle and uncle?"

While everyone was guessing, someone suddenly exclaimed.

Then many screams of exclamation broke out.

"I am kind and believe in them, but I am the number one on the list?"

"How is it possible? They have only returned to the sect until today. They have missed the time. Even if they are so outstanding during this trip, they can only be at the bottom!"

"No, they're only halfway through the journey."

"What's going on?"

Everyone was quite talking about it, but at this time, Master Mingfeng had already returned, and Shanren and Shanxin and others were free. In just a moment, many people were surrounded by them.

"Why can you still be the first after traveling halfway and have been back to the sect for a long time?"

The believer laughed and said, "This is simple, because we have made great contributions."

"What great achievements?"

"We met an elder in the sect."

"Who?"

"Of course it's that damn...ahem, that respectful and great uncle of the junior teacher."

The scene became quiet, and then another rustling sounded.

The faithful is very useful, so he patted the hem of his clothes and laughed: "I saw it just now? Even a scheming guy like Master Mingtu must salute respectfully, because the uncle of Master Mingtu is there! To be honest, when Master Mingtu came to greet him, he fell to the ground and kowtowed so loudly..."

On the other hand, Shanrou nodded slightly in response to the inquiry from her fellow disciples and said, "The one just now is the uncle of our junior master."

At this moment, Qin Xianyu was already on the mountain road on the main peak.

Mingtu was with him and told many things along the way.

Qin Xianyu listened carefully, without any distraction, but he could not remember it.

He knew it was not that he had a bad memory, but that he was a little confused.

One of the nine immortal sects and one of the holy lands of sword immortals.

At this moment, I was going to climb up the mountain to meet the first seat of the Nine Veins in Yandi, Zhongzhou.

After all, it is difficult to calm down in my heart.

Qin Xianyu took a deep breath and sighed: "Let me let it go slowly..."

He took a deep breath and calmed down his mind. (To be continued)
Chapter completed!