Of course, the communication between these dozen Jindan stage monks was only left on the surface.

They themselves are the highest cultivation around Heqi City.

The place is so big and the resources are so many. If you exchange your experiences with each other and you will get any benefits from the other party, you will not be the one who suffers from the loss.

Therefore, this way of talking about the truth, which is basically unsatisfactory, has become a convention.

This is also the problem that it is difficult for casual cultivators to become masters.

When the cultivation level is insufficient, how can a person's power be compared to a family and a sect?

Of course, this kind of false story is not without any effect.

Those who serve behind them will gain some rewards.

At this time, two figures suddenly appeared.

A man and a woman appear.

The man was wearing a white dress, with long eyebrows on his temples, his eyes were slender and gentle, and his nose was straight. His pair of beautiful eyes like heaven and earth had no impurities, and was clear but deep and unsightly. His skin was as crystal clear as jade, and his long dark hair was hanging on his shoulders, radiating a faint light. His figure was tall and tall, standing there, he could not tell that he was flowing out of the dust, as if he was a god.

The woman was in a big red dress, with three thousand black hairs falling on her shoulders like brocade, and a bright red flame was painted on her eyebrows. She looked bright and dignified, but she had a hint of arrogance. The woman was very beautiful, completely different from the cold momentum of any woman, and the free and easy heroic spirit of waving her hand and sword. At that moment, she thought she had seen a famous general who was on the battlefield.

Not to mention that this cannot be described in any language, it is the profound and unobservable aura that makes more than a dozen Jindan stage monks suddenly frightened.

They could not sense this momentum even in the great monk of the Yuanshen.

Therefore, the leaders of the leaders of the highest cultivation level came to the man and woman, leaned over and asked respectfully: "I wonder what the two seniors are going to come to Qicheng Xuanlian Peak? Can we help and share the worries for the seniors?"

These two people are Zhou Fan and Tu Mengmei.

Zhou Fan smiled and said, "My husband and I passed by here and saw the charming scenery here, so I wanted to stay here for a while!"

Hearing this, the leading monks looked at each other.

Even the dozen Jindan stage monks behind him looked at each other, and their divine thoughts were frequently transmitted.

They all thought that Zhou Fan and the others were here to grab their cultivation resources.

To put it nicely, it is temporary residence. If they don’t leave, who can stop them?

If this was said by a Jindan stage monk, they would definitely not say anything, and they would beat him up in a mess and beat him to death first.

In their eyes, the way of practice is to fight for the method of practice, the place of practice for the blessed place of practice... and fight for everything.

But judging from the momentum of Zhou Fan and the other two, they are probably at least in the realm of the soul.

This level of cultivation is no different from them, the difference between the mayfly and the sun.

Therefore, one of the leading monks could only smile bitterly and said, "Senior staying in Xuanlian Peak temporarily is a great blessing for us."

"I wonder how much I need to worship for you for me, please make it clear that I will be ready!"

However, they regarded Zhou Fan and the others as those powerful cultivators with high cultivation levels.

These scattered cultivators are unwilling to rely on sects and families, and they cannot do everything by themselves.

Therefore, I like to recruit vassals the most, just like ordinary bandits, who are the leader of a casual cultivator, accept worship and protect them.

Of course, whether this is voluntary or not depends on one's opinion.

However, a slightly young leader next to him suddenly had a flash of inspiration in his mind, and he immediately took a step forward and saluted: "I wonder if you want to recruit disciples after you open the temple here?"

"My younger brother Qiu Shan, I am willing to follow my senior!"

In his heart, he contemptted the one he had before.

This is such a big thigh. In the past, they had no place to hug them.

Now the opportunity has come, and I don’t want to hug you, but instead thinks it is the plague god.

His vision is too narrow, no wonder his cultivation has been stagnant in the middle stage of the Golden Pill.

This senior is at least at the realm of the soul, and may even be the True Lord of Dongxu. How could he look down on some of the spiritual herbs that grew up in the Xuanlian Peak?

If it is really the True Lord Dongxu, then it would be a big deal.

Maybe the opportunity for his transformation in Qiu Shan’s life will be at this time.

The strongest men of the True Lord level are enough to occupy a place of blessed practice among the strict secrets of those sects and families.

After hearing Qiu Shan's words, Zhou Fan pondered for a moment, and a clear light flashed in his eyes.

Immediately, I smiled and said, "I am just staying for a while, and I don't need to worship you waiting for. As for opening the temple, I will not accept disciples."

Upon hearing this, Qiu Shan's face drooped a little low.

However, Zhou Fan's next sentence changed his expression again.

"Every fifteen every month, I will start to talk about the immortal path here. If you are willing to listen, you can listen!"

At this moment, not only did Qiu Shan change his face again, but also the leaders and dozens of disciples in the Golden Elixir Stage behind him, all of whom felt that there were hearing hallucinations in their ears.

He does not receive any worship, nor does he recruit disciples.

But he talks about the Tao of immortality for free.

For them, this is simply something that is hard to dream of.

You should know that for these casual cultivators, the practice is the top priority.

However, the major markets and commercial buildings all hang this kind of exercises high on the shelf, and the price is so high that it is expensive.

It's not that big, you can't buy it at all.

Especially for some casual cultivators, they may not be able to afford advanced skills in their entire lives.

Zhou Fan did not specifically explain their doubts and just said, "Every fifteen every month, I will start talking about the immortal path here. If you are willing to listen, please come on time. I will only talk about it for three hours, and it will not be time to go out of time!"

"I would like to ask you all to tell the monks nearby about this matter!"

Then, Zhou Fan waved his right hand and dozens of green bamboos emerged from a lush bamboo forest next to him. As if he had life, he jumped to an open space next to the stream.

Immediately, it turned into a green bamboo house.

Seeing Zhou Fan Tu Mengmei enter the bamboo house, these monks woke up one by one.

Look at me, I look at you, and in an instant, I was surprisingly silent and speechless.

The monk who spoke first said, "Why don't I wait or leave here first?"

As soon as this statement was spoken, it immediately received unanimous approval from everyone.

The group of people, with their worries, found a place to stop each other except Xuan Lianfeng.

Another silence.

It was the monk who had spoken before. He was the oldest and most stable among everyone, and he was usually convinced by everyone.

"Do you think this is true?"
Chapter completed!