"Fellow Daoist Fang, where have you been?"

When Fang Gui made a decision in his heart and returned to Yaochi with a firm small step, he happened to meet Mr. Xi and brought someone out to find him. Seeing that he was drunk, he seemed to have some alcohol. As soon as he saw Fang Gui, he immediately came over excitedly and grabbed Fang Gui's shoulder and smiled: "Now the devil in Yongzhou has been eliminated. It was when we were talking at night, discussing swords and discussing Taoism. It was when we were drunk and disappeared in a blink of an eye. Come on, come on, we can't do it without you, Taibai Sect genius..."

"You guys won't quarrel?"

Fang Gui still remembers that when he left before, these people were arguing about the situation in the Northern Region and Zun Mansion. Why did he turn around and become drunk?

"Haha, what's there to be arguing about? It's a big deal. Wouldn't you fight with Zun Mansion?"

Master Xi smiled and pulled Fang Gui back, saying as he walked, "Tomorrow tomorrow, we were born in the Northern Region, how could we not face the situation of Zunfu? Whether he is strong or weak, he always needs to fight him. This is fate and cannot escape. Today we don't talk about this. These good friends are very kind, but they want to be close to you. Xiao Xiaozi, Yue Qing, Meng Tuozi, Haishanren, etc., but they are all our talents in the Northern Region. They have made a big splash in the battle to eliminate demons in Yongzhou, and are known as the twelve little saints of the Northern Region..."

"Nine Little Saints of the Northern Region?"

Fang Gui couldn't help but be stunned when he heard this.

There were seven little saints in the Northern Region before, namely the ancient monster and his master, the sect leader, and now their names have changed. Now people have taken the initiative to remove the word "small" in their names and directly called them the seven saints of the Northern Region. However, the name of the seven saints was sealed by the old gods of the East Tu three hundred years ago. When did the twelve little saints of the Northern Region pop up again?

"We sealed it ourselves!"

Master Xi burped and said, "I plan to spend some money privately and go around to preach. At least we have to let the title of the twelve little saints of the Northern Region be used. Unfortunately, we don't have any old gods in the East to help us win the name..."

"Can this still happen?"

Fang Gui was disdainful when he heard this.

I am a twelve little saints myself and plan to spend money to preach. Isn’t this a mess?

It seems that the young man is full of airs, but he didn't expect that he still loves fame so much. It's really childish and ridiculous...

“That’s…”

Master Xi smiled, grabbed Fang Gui's shoulder, and said with a smile: "You are now the leader of the twelve little saints in our Northern Region!"

Fang Gui was stunned when he heard this: "What?"

"This is our unanimous recognition, and we recommend you as the leader!"

Master Xi smiled and said, "You are the true teachings of Taibai Sect and a disciple of Sword Immortal. You happen to be in this first seat..."

"etc……"

Fang Gui hadn't reacted yet: "I didn't even go to Yongzhou..."

He also knew that Master Xi and others were all famous in the anti-demons in Yongzhou. Of course, this reputation was only between them and recognized each other. No outsiders knew about it. However, the more this happened, the less he understood. He had not gone to Yongzhou at all. After coming to Yuanzhou, he had never had the chance to take action. What did these people think, and they were willing to recommend themselves as the leader?

"You dare to steal Dongtu's relatives..."

Master Xi widened his eyes and explained seriously: "We discussed it just now, we really dare not..."

"this……"

Fang Gui was stunned for a moment and hurriedly lowered his voice: "How much do you plan to spend to preach? Do you want to compile a few paragraphs of storytelling about our heroic deeds and let them go out to talk about it? To be honest, I have heard of storytelling, and I have written it myself..."

Fang Gui now figured it out!

Isn’t fame just a thing that praises each other?

Isn’t the name of the seven little saints of the Northern Region given by an old god from the East?

Then now I have the chance, why can’t I preach by myself?

Of course, Fang Gui didn't really know the importance of fame at this time.

But this doesn't matter. I don't know the importance, so it doesn't prevent him from becoming famous!

...

...

"Come on, let's raise your glasses together, and I'll give you a cup to these twelve little holy people in the Northern Region..."

When I returned to the immortal platform, I saw that the place was drinking so much.

The elites of the Immortal Sect, whether sincere or disdainful, or were disdainful on the surface, all brought wine to persuade him. Especially when they saw Fang Gui and Xi coming in, they were even more excited and surrounded him to persuade him to drink, saying something about the name of the battlefield in Anzhou Zun Mansion, but now the future of Taibai Mingshu is unlimited. Fang Gui was so happy that he couldn't stop talking.

Xiao Xiaozi, Yue Qing and others also came forward to meet Fang Gui and met him.

If we talk about it, Fang Gui, the so-called leader of the twelve small saints in the Northern Region, was not entirely a gift from Master Xi and others. It was because Fang Gui defeated all the geniuses of the Zun Mansion in the battle of the three-foot god of Xuanya, and made him famous. In the later battle in front of Taibai Sect Mountain, he defeated the saint of Chaoxian Sect before everyone, and gave him a huge reputation.

Of course, the rise of Taibai Sect and the return of Mu Jiuge to the immortal with his sword also helped him to increase his reputation and make people dare not underestimate him.

Master Xi and others all showed their talents in the Yongzhou battle to eliminate demons, but Fang Gui became famous before that.

In this excitement, some people smiled deeply. Looking at the people who are now possessed by Fang Gui and others, some people like to be famous and love to be famous, and naturally some people despise them. They feel that compared with the seven little saints of the Northern Region that were personally conferred by the old gods of Dongtu, the twelve little saints of this generation are just a joke, they just keep their doors closed and praise each other.

As a result, the Qinjiang Sanren, Xu Liuhuan and others who came here with Master Xi and others, did not stay at all for a banquet with others and had already left quietly. Obviously, they didn't care about the name of the twelve little saints of the Northern Region that they boasted about.

And there are many talented people in the Northern Region Immortal Sect who are now ranked among the twelve little saints, who have never even visited the Far State.

It is possible that they themselves do not know that they are ranked among the twelve little saints.

Now the only ones who stay here are Fang Gui, including the eldest son of Xi, Xiao Xiaozi, Yue Qing, Meng Tuozi, Haishanren, etc. Among these six people, they may not all agree with the name of the twelve little saints. However, Xi's eldest son liked it and pushed Fang Gui first, and he himself ranked second, Xiao Xiaozi and the third son of Xiao. Although they were not so keen, they did not disappoint people.

This banquet will stop until Dongfang Yuntubai.

After everyone cleaned up the mess, they were ready to disperse themselves, but they were unpredictable. Suddenly, a dark cloud rolled in the east sky, and suddenly came above everyone's heads. The heaven and earth became gloomy, and then the thunder of Titicaca passed by, and the heaven and earth were as bright as day.

"Is it the ghosts and gods that are coming again?"

Everyone was drunk and frightened, and jumped out to see.

Then he saw a giant tortoise rising and falling in the thunder. Then he walked out an old cultivator wearing an ancient robe and a strong aura. He slowly walked out from the clouds. He looked at the people below with a cold look. His face was expressionless, but he bowed to them in a regular manner. Then he took out a yellow scroll and recited aloud: "The Lord of the North Sea has an imperial edict: I have heard that the fortune of the Northern Region is now obvious, and the talents are rising. I cherish my talents and sincerely invite the twelve sons of the Northern Region Immortal Gate to go to the seven seas to discuss the great way..."

After saying that, his body flew down and came to Fang Gui, holding the scroll in his hand with both hands, giving it to Fang Gui, and then he looked at the cultivators in the field, bowed his hands, and turned around and left. The dark clouds rolled away, and the world returned to peace again.

"this……"

They came quickly and went quickly, and the people in the venue didn't even react.

"The Lord of the North Sea invites us to the seven seas feast?"

It took me a long time before someone screamed and looked straight at the yellow list in Fang Gui's hand.

If it weren't for the yellow list, I'd probably think that the scene just now was an illusion.

"My God, the Seven Seas Dragon Palace, can you actually look down on me so much?"

"No way, that person really came from Qihai?"

"Yes, I haven't heard of anything big happening in Qihai recently..."

"Look at the magic seal on the list, you will know..."

“…”

“…”

Gradually, everyone reacted and even those who had walked dozens of miles ran back.

They were rushing to urge Fang Gui to open the yellow list and look at the seal on it.

After watching it, I was suddenly noisy, surprised, happy and admired. The excitement was like a big market.

"What the hell is going on?"

Fang Gui is really confused.

Previously, Bai Guanzi of the Chess Palace said to him, "The Dragon Palace's post is coming." He didn't understand the state at that time, but he didn't expect that it was as she said. Less than a night later, the Dragon Palace really handed over a post...

The key is what is this seven-sea feast?

"Fellow Daoist Fang, we...we are really going to become famous..."

After being shocked, the eldest son Xi was already full of joy and said to Fang Gui hurriedly: "This seven-sea feast is an immortal banquet often held by the dragon clan. Whenever there is a major event in the Seven-sea Dragon Clan, it is like the old dragon lord's birthday, the prince's wedding, or the ten thousand-year ancestral sacrifice, or the dragon son with pure bloodline coming to the world. When there is a major event that needs to be decided by the dragon clan, it will be held. The dragon clan is luxurious. Every time it is a grand fairy banquet, invites strange people in the world, gifts of rare treasures, treasures and Taoist scriptures of fate, etc., which can be said to be famous in the world..."

"The most important thing is that this seven-sea feast was not the share of our Northern Immortal Sect monks before. Even if they invited them, they would only invite some geniuses from the East, or demon kings from the southern border. How could they think that this time we were listed among them..."

He couldn't help laughing: "We were worried before that, without the old god Dongtu helping us to make a name, I'm afraid it's not as good as our fathers. But now, the Dragon Lord of Beihai personally invited us, and the twelve of us were invited, which was more powerful than the casual words of the old god Dongtu. It's probably hard to not spread the name of the twelve little saints in the Northern Region..."

Seeing him looking at his joyful face, the people around him were shocked and envious, and praised him endlessly, Fang Gui felt unsure for a moment.

"I'll invite someone to dinner for nothing?"

He vaguely felt that it was not simple, especially when Bai Guanzi said this specifically, which made him dare not be disrespectful.

I am the one who has smoked the dragon prince’s dragon tendons. Can I go to someone’s house for dinner?

But thinking about my previous considerations, I gradually calmed down.
Chapter completed!