Author: Peng Peng Peng can fly

Three days later.

A ray of light flew from far to near, flying from a distance.

Looking at a huge island in front of him, shrouded in dense mist, the ordinary-looking young man who emerged from the light couldn't help but sigh: "What a beautiful and beautiful place to practice."

The vast blue ocean surrounds the island, and waves keep coming, hitting the rocks on the coastline of the island, making a roar of earth-shattering and spraying snow-white foam.

Crescent Island stretches for more than a hundred miles from west to east. Looking down from the sky, it looks like a crescent moon, shrouded in white mist all year round. This is where the name Crescent Island comes from.

However, everyone in the East China Sea cultivation community knows that this white mist is not a naturally formed mist at all, but is formed by the aura of heaven and earth on the island. This is the island with the best spiritual rice production in the East China Sea, so it is known as

Occupied by Shanglin Sect, one of the sects.

Spiritual rice looks like food in the secular world, but it contains a lot of spiritual energy. When monks eat spiritual rice, they can absorb the spiritual energy into their bodies. The effect is equivalent to absorbing spiritual stones. It is a food that many monks especially like to eat.

Desirable cultivators love it.

A strange look flashed in Cui Ning's eyes, but he was not envious. For him who has a Qiankun Cave, it doesn't matter whether the place where he stays has strong spiritual energy.

After checking the environment near the island, Cui Ning took out an invitation card from his arms. Under the movement of his spiritual power, a red light shot out from the invitation card and disappeared into the mist of Crescent Island.

A moment later, a ray of light roared from Crescent Island. It was a young man wearing a white robe, about fifteen or sixteen years old.

Under his feet was a flying sword magical weapon. Cui Ning scanned it with his spiritual sense and found that the flying sword was also a mysterious-level magical weapon. As for the young man himself, he also had the tenth level of Qi refining.

The young man flew over quickly. When he saw Cui Ning's young face, he looked surprised. He cupped his hands and said hesitantly: "Senior, was it you who sent the message just now?"

"good."

"Your Excellency is Master Qingling...?"

The disciple's face was full of doubts. Although Master Qingling did not often appear in the East China Sea, he was also a genuine golden elixir master. It was said that he was also a middle-aged man with an immortal spirit, but this person in front of him...

…

Immediately, he used the special spiritual power detection disk distributed by the sect to take a look. The disciple's expression immediately became more respectful. The Taoist friend in front of him, who looked to be only one or two years older than himself, turned out to be a senior in the foundation building stage.

Cui Ning smiled slightly: "Master Qingling is my master, and this junior is the disciple of the island master of Tianhuan Island. My master is in retreat and cannot come to Crescent Island to attend the birthday banquet, so he asked me to make a trip for him."

Cui Ning said as he handed over the token representing his identity.

In order to make Cui Ning's identity more meaningful, Master Qingling specially asked him to attend the birthday banquet in the name of his closed disciple, so that he would not fall into any improper etiquette.

After hearing this, the young man's expression suddenly felt relieved. When he took the token and looked at it, his expression became more and more respectful:

"I'm sorry, junior. My senior is originally a disciple of the island master of Tianhuan Island. Zhou Yuan is a disciple of Shanglin Zongfeng Pavilion. On the order of the master, I am here to welcome the distinguished guests of Tianhuan Island from Qingfeng Pavilion. Senior, please come with me."

Following the young man named Zhou Yuan, Cui Ning flew into Crescent Island with the flying light.

The internal structure of Shanglin Sect is a bit different from that of Qingfeng Pavilion. The highest organization is the Presbyterian House, and those who can enter the Presbyterian House must be at the middle stage of Jindan. The subordinates of the Presbyterian House are divided into four pavilions. The four pavilions are earth, fire,

Named after water and wind, whether they are the sect leader, deacons or island owners, they are all selected within the four pavilions.

The best friend of Master Qingling, Master Xuanxu, was a powerful master in the early stage of the Golden Core in Feng Pavilion, and Crescent Moon Island was also an island under Feng Pavilion.

Since Master Xuanxu happened to be on duty on Crescent Island, the island also became a place for birthday banquets.

After following the young man through several restrictions on the island, he arrived at the core of Crescent Island, and he met more and more monks along the way.

What surprised Cui Ning was that although most of the people they met were disciples of the Shanglin Sect in the Qi Refining Stage, nine out of ten of these low-level disciples actually owned Xuan-level magic weapons.

Seeing Cui Ning's astonished eyes, Zhou Yuan smiled slightly. Although his expression was still respectful, there was a trace of pride in his eyes:

"Senior, don't be curious. As long as my Shanglin Sect disciples reach the late stage of Qi refining, they will be given a Xuan-level magic weapon by their master."

After hearing this, Cui Ning looked calm on the surface, but in his heart he was filled with emotion. Shanglin Sect was worthy of being the first of the three sects in the East China Sea, but Qingfeng Pavilion where he was was still lagging behind compared to it.

In addition to the disciples of the Shanglin Sect, I also met many monks from other forces along the way.

These were all sent by various major forces to attend Master Xuanxu's birthday banquet just like him.

In order to gain favor with the Shanglin Sect, some immortal cultivating families even sent out a huge birthday party led by the head of the family, so the leaders were very strong in cultivation, and most of them were cultivators in the foundation-building stage.

As for Cui Ning, the great master of the Golden Core stage, I have not seen it, but I can guess that there must be other channels on the island to welcome these powerful people.

Similarly, Cui Ning also didn't meet anyone from the Stone Demon Sect, another of the three East China Sea sects. So out of curiosity, he asked about Zhou Yuan, and learned that the person from the Stone Demon Sect who came this time was actually a Jindan level

The master has long been picked up by the disciples arranged by Master Xuanxu.

There were many people like Cui Ning who came alone to this birthday banquet. Although the current situation in the world of cultivating immortals is that the sect is the strongest, followed by the cultivating family, there are also some masters among the casual cultivators.

Looking at the many monks who came to congratulate him, Cui Ning could only sigh that Master Xuanxu had such a broad circle of friends.

"Senior, here we are, please stay at Duxian Gate for a while. Other senior brothers will naturally lead you to the main hall where the birthday banquet is held."

Zhou Yuan bowed respectfully to Cui Ning, and then retreated. About five or sixty feet ahead, there was an arched gate carved from jasper erected there. The sunlight was flowing on the gate, and there were three magnificent characters written on it.

"Crossing the Immortal Gate".

This is the boundary between the inner gate and the outer gate of Crescent Island. After the monks passed through this gate, they entered the core area of ​​Crescent Island.

The Immortal Crossing Gate is huge. Although nearly a hundred monks have gathered in front of the gate at this time, it is not crowded at all.

Upon seeing this, Cui Ning also used Escape Light and flew over.

When they got closer, they discovered that the monks in front of the Crossing Immortal Sect were clearly divided into two camps. There were a large number of people on one side, about seventy or eighty people, and many of them were wearing uniform clothes. Cui Ning guessed that they were all

Some cultivating families.

There were much fewer people on the other side, and their clothing seemed casual. They were casual cultivators from all over the country.

Although the people on both sides were not glaring at each other, the atmosphere was obviously gloomy and there was no communication between them.

Seeing this scene, Cui Ning frowned, pondered for a moment, and then flew towards the Xiuxian family.

Although he is alone and looks more like a casual cultivator, he is here on behalf of Qingfeng Pavilion Tianhuan Island after all.

At this time, the stalemate atmosphere that was still maintained between the two sides became a bit tense with the arrival of Cui Ning.

"Boy, you've come to the wrong place. The casual cultivators should go over there and line up!"

A rude voice came from the crowd on the side of the Xiuxian family.
Chapter completed!