The Fuyu Sect Hall is mixed, so the word "discipline" is naturally impossible to mention. When the sect leader arrived, the lower part was still noisy like the vegetable market.

Sima Shen'ang and others seemed to have gotten used to it, and they ignored it and sat down on the high platform. Only Sima Zizhong glanced at him dissatisfiedly and scolded him coldly: "What kind of decent thing is it!"

Even if the monks in the early stage of the Nine Transformations did not use magic, their momentum would be the best in the audience. Sima Zizhong had been in charge of the Precepts Hall for a long time and was famous. This sound suddenly became silent below. It took a long time before a whisper came again, but it was much quieter.

"Oh my God, the sect leader has sat down at the bottom. Who are the two positions left for?"

"It is said that there is an immortal envoy here in the Jiuding Immortal Sect, so I'm afraid it's left to him, right?"

"Jiuding Immortal Sect, that's an amazing sect. I followed my master down the mountain to travel..."

"A fairy envoy, why are there two empty positions?"

"You ask me, whom I'll ask... Maybe two of them came to the Jiuding Immortal Sect?"

“…”

Seeing that there were no one sitting in the two main seats in the middle of the high platform, the monks below were confused.

It is said that the two ancestors of Qingmutang had already had an accident, and even Qingmutang was taken down. In addition to them, almost all the senior officials of the Fuyu Sect have been present. So who should I leave this position for? In the Fuyu Sect, is there anyone who is bigger than the sect leader?

Outside the Palace of the Interior Hall, a tall sundial was erected. It was almost noon. At this moment, melodious sounds of silk and bamboo came from afar, and golden light flashed in the distance. In just a moment, it was approaching, and it was a cloud boat.

The cloud boat is extremely luxurious. The golden boat body is several times larger than the ordinary cloud boat. It is as smooth as a mirror, reflecting a brilliant golden light in the sun. Around it, rare birds and beasts are playing around, like living things.

On the cloud boat, beautiful female cultivators stood in full bloom. Some people beat drums, bells, strings and music, and some people held the fan and served the cover next to them. Among them were two gorgeous and exquisite golden cloud couches, with two majestic young monks sitting on them.

"Tsk tsk tsk tsk, this Yunzhou, I had never seen such a luxurious one when I went out to travel... Is there a thousand low-level energy stones?"

"Ha, there are thousands of low-level vital energy stones, I really don't know. This kind of treasure will have to be at least tens of thousands!? It's not discounted yet!"

"Those female slims are exactly the same. They are so beautiful. If anyone marrying two people to practice dual cultivation, this is a blessing..."

"Qiu Laosan, don't think about it. When will you be able to form a pill before dreaming..."

"Who are these two young men? What about the immortal envoy? How come there are two?"

"Tsk, that's the disciple of the Golden Body Hall. He has done many great things during this period..."

Amid the discussion, several cloud boats had already stopped beside the platform. Xiang Yang took Chu Xuan and walked up, bowed to Sima Shen'ang and others, looked at the two empty seats, a smile appeared on his face, and said, "Senior Master, today is a sect meeting, which is incompatible with the etiquette."

Sima Zizhong had always looked at him with a cold face, but when he heard this, his face suddenly calmed down, but he heard Sima Shen'ang beside him shook his head and said, "How can this be? Chu Xian Envoy is here, so he is the attendant. You are the brother of Chu Xian Envoy, so you are naturally qualified to sit in the main seat."

Xiang Yang was still waiting to refuse, but Chu Xuan had already gone over and moved his position slightly backwards and sat down.

As an envoy from the Jiuding Immortal Sect, he naturally had to maintain the majesty of his own sect. In this Fuyu Sect, except Xiang Yang, Chu Xuan really didn't take it seriously. He really could sit in this position.

As for Xiang Yang, he is a supreme disciple, and it is natural that he can sit in the sky.

After he sat down, Xiang Yang hugged Sima Shenang, showed a helpless expression, walked over and sat down.

Several senior officials of the Fuyu Sect who knew Chu Xuan's identity naturally saw Chu Xuan's actions. All their eyes shrank, and even Sima Zizhong didn't say anything. Even the immortal envoys of the Jiuding Immortal Sect thought they had lowered Xiang Yang. What else could they say?

Yue Panshan of the Interior Hall is a middle-aged fat man with a round figure, a round head, and a big mouth slightly raised on both sides. Even with a stern face, he looks like he smiles. He usually hosts any gatherings in the sect.

Seeing that everyone had arrived, Yue Panshan looked at Sima Shenang, and when he saw him nodding slightly, he stood up, gently pressed his hand down, and said loudly: "Everyone, please be calm, the thousand-year-old chaos is coming again. This sect meeting is about to discuss this matter..."

It would be fine if he didn't speak, but as soon as he opened his mouth, it was even more noisy below.

"It's really messy..."

"It is said that I have gone to Nine Deaths and No Life!"

"So terrible? There are so many people, it won't be our turn, right?"

"This is not good. The hall records that last time the chaos was a big deal, our Fuyu Sect had at least a few hundred cultivators. You are now in the elixir stage. I see that the probability of being the turn is very high."

“…”

Nearly ten thousand monks gathered together, and even Sima Zizhong could not control the scene. The buzzing sound directly suppressed Yue Panshan's words.

Chu Xuan looked at it with a smile, playing with a Sumeru ring in his hand. If Xiang Yang hadn't been there, this kind of sect would have been...

Such a scene will occur when the dignified sect leader is present. The Fuyu Sect is indeed famous for being in a mess. I don’t know how to protect the treasure land of the Fuyu Mountains.

Yue Panshan was also a little embarrassed and looked at Sima Shen'ang. The old man sat there without seeing it. Sima Zizhong's face became increasingly ugly. He wanted to make an attack, but he heard three bells that were "dang ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding lying on the armrest. What's strange is that the originally small sound cannot even cover the sound of the bell that is being promoted, and the audience hears it.

The bell sounded like a clear stream that washed everyone's thoughts, and a feeling of ethereality arose. Even Sima Zizhong's anger subsided, and only the tick-tick knocking sound was still echoing, and then Xiang Yang's faint voice came.

"Everyone, my Fuyu Sect is also an immortal sect. Today, there are distinguished guests coming, so don't lose your etiquette!"

His words, coupled with the tuk-kong sound, seemed to have strange magic power. The whole audience was silent for a moment, and even the breathing sound became much lighter. Only monks above the Nascent Soul stage seemed to have not been affected by any influence, and looked at each other with a little suspicion.

Xiang Yang looked at the audience and nodded to his side: "Brother Chu, you are the most familiar with this chaotic matter. You can tell everyone a little bit, please."
Chapter completed!