Facing hundreds of pairs of gazes like swords and swords, Xin Han didn't care. Those who stared at him were all powerful people of the prehistoric lich tribes. His eyes were shot on his back in rows, as if they were physical, which made him feel a numbness in his amazing sense of touch.

Of course, this numbness is a reaction when the senses and touch are opened to a certain extent. Just like an ordinary master of Huajin who practices Chinese martial arts, he will also have this feeling, not to mention that Xin Han is now Taiyi Jinxian, and this feeling is even stronger.

He just regretted that if these eyes were more and more intense, it would be better, so that it could be treated as a massage or enjoy it while closing your eyes and resting.

Not long after, two boys, Yao Chi and Haotian, brought in from the gate of Zixiao Palace, and they were all dressed in Taoist robes. One of them was six meters tall, with a yellow face, and a compassionate expression, showing a bitter face.

Another Taoist, however, had a big ear, looked good and looked handsome, and was a world of difference from the one beside him in terms of appearance.

However, this handsome Taoist had a bad mind. After entering Zixia, he did not first greet other great masters, but his eyes were vague. He glanced in front of the hall, his eyes flashed and he didn't know what he thought of.

The Taoist in front of him, with a yellow face and a sad face, was very polite, and said to all the powerful men who arrived first: "I will guide you, this is my junior brother, Cunti, and I have seen you fellow Taoists!"

When Jie Yin saw the ceremony, someone bowed back and some pretended not to hear it. Jie Yin was also a good temper and didn't care at all. "Junior brother, you and I'll go to the back and find a seat to sit down. After a while, there will be no seats left!"

Zhunti pulled him in and said, "Senior brother, wait, how important is this saint's preaching? If you sit behind, you may not be able to hear the true meaning. Brother, wait first, I will discuss it with someone!"

Zhunti glanced at the six cushions in the first place. When he saw Sanqing, he looked solemn, nodded, with a hint of flattery, and was delighted to see Xin Han and his wife.

Xin Han saw him and knew that the cushion was coming again. He still remembered that when he was reading the novels of the prehistoric world, this guy cried when he came in, which made people pitiful. In the end, he deceived Hongyun that honest man couldn't bear it and gave up the saint position. However, when Hongyun was in trouble, this guy ignored him and was really not particular about it.

Xin Han thought to himself that the Holy Pose is now under the three of them, and I think this trouble will fall on the three of us and others again.

Sure enough, Cunti walked towards this side with great strides. He was embarrassed to bully women like Tie Fan and Charlize. He walked directly to Xin Han and started crying.

Xin Han threw out the thing with great sympathy. Before Zhunti could speak, he saw the other party throwing something out. Subconsciously reached out and called it a fruit of the size of his stomach.

I heard Xin Han say, "It's so pitiful. Eat quickly. If it's not enough, I have one here!"

As soon as he said this, someone in Zixiao Palace suddenly burst into laughter. Listening to the laughter, Zhunti's face was red and explained: "I don't want to eat..."

Xin Han nodded and interrupted, "Oh, it turned out that I misunderstood. Then there is nothing wrong, just go down!"

Zhunti is almost thrilling. Can you play happily? You don’t let people talk. His eyes turn and suddenly cried louder, but Xin Han just ignored it.

The second row of Hongyun was behind Zhunti Station and asked a little unbearable: "Why are fellow Taoists crying?"

Seeing someone playing with him, Zhunti cried and said, "I'm sorry for my long journey in the west. My senior brother and I went through a lot of hardships to come to the Zixiao Palace of the Saint Taoist Temple. I wanted to make a first row to listen to the Saint Avenue, but I didn't expect that there were only seats left behind that I couldn't hear clearly. What should I do? It would be better to hit the head and kill me if I don't hear the wonderful sound of the Dao! I'm sorry for my senior brother and I!"

While crying, he looked at Xin Han secretly, but when he saw the other party lifting his hand, he was delighted, and then he heard Xin Han pointing to a pillar behind and say, "Go and bump, it's too close to you, afraid that you will splash all the blood of your fellow Taoists, which is quite unbeautiful!"

This was so amazing that Zhunti almost choked to death. He secretly hit Xin Han with his elbow. No matter how powerful he activated, he was all taken over by Xuan Huang's mother's energy, and there was no ripples.

When he saw Xuan Huang's mother's energy cover all three seats, he realized why Xin Han and the other two could sit in front of so many powerful people, and it turned out that they had some support.

Seeing that Xuanhuang Tiangong was quite good, Zhunti gave up on the idea of ​​grabbing the seat when he saw that his defense seemed to be above many innate spiritual treasures. Just as he was thinking about what to do, Hongyun suddenly grabbed his arm:

"Fellow Taoist is also a pitiful person. It's better to sit here. It's the second row, so you should hear it clearly!"

"Thank you so much, fellow Taoist, that's all I have to do!" Zhunti's face was not full of joy, and he asked him to take the seat where Hongyun gave up. Hongyun turned around and went to the back row. Everyone else secretly called him stupid. Zhunti obviously pretended to cry, and you couldn't tell it, so what's the point of practicing!

When Zhen Yuanzi wanted to remind his friends, Hongyun had already stood up. As long as he kept silent, he sighed in his heart that his friend was too honest.

Jie Yin thanked Hongyun, and a smile appeared on his sad face, and the second division was satisfied.

Zhunti's eyes swept through the second row. Nuwa and Fuxi were very powerful, and Zhen Yuanzi, the ancestor of the earth immortals around Hongyun, could not tell the depth. I think it was not Yi and he was.

His eyes swept over Kunpeng and saw his roots at first glance. He was so angry that he had no place to vent his anger. He kicked him in a cold manner: "You are a man wearing wool and armored, and are wet eggs, so why are you qualified to sit in the second row? Don't you go down for me!"

Kunpeng was secretly sorry that he didn't see Xin Han's good show. He was thinking about how to cooperate with the two demon emperors and the twelve ancestor witches to block Xin Han's retreat on the way out of school, so he took the opportunity to finish the attack. He was thinking, who thought that Zhunti kicked him with one kick. His strength was already a little worse than the opponent. He was kicked to pieces with two protective spiritual treasures. Although it didn't hurt, he was kicked out of position.

Zhunti snorted coldly and sat down on the ground in the position where Kunpeng dodged.

Nuwa, Fuxi, Di Jun, and Donghuang frowned at the same time. The same is true for other demon clans. Although Zhunti said this to scold Kunpeng, they brought it in, so how could they look good on their faces?

At this moment, the bell rang, and thirty-six times in succession. Haotian and Yaochi hurriedly closed the palace gate. A hundred years have passed, and those who came late are no longer destined to be.

Then the two Taoist boys gave a gift to the powerful men of all races sitting in the prehistoric world: "Three thousand guests are full, a hundred years have passed. Senior brothers, please take your seat quickly, and the teacher will start preaching!"

Kunpeng was defeated and was about to take revenge, but he heard Haotian and Yaochi's words and knew that the saint was about to show up and could not make trouble. He quickly picked a soft persimmon in the third row, rolled it back with a wave, and did it angrily.

The colorful glow appeared on the cloud platform, the sky was filled with fairy music, and the sky fell from the chaos. This was the scene of the saint's arrival. Then the Taoist Hongjun that Xin Han had seen appeared on the cloud platform.

Three thousand powerful people in the prehistoric world salute at the same time: "I've seen the teacher!"

"Forget it!" Hongyun waved his hand and was about to start speaking, his eyes suddenly swept to the six cushions in front of his head. The corners of his eyes twitched. Before the time of preaching just now, he wandered around in chaos and comprehended the way of heaven, so he didn't care about what was born under his nose. At this moment, he couldn't laugh or cry at first sight.

Hongjun pointed at Xin Han and smiled and said, "You are all messing around..."
Chapter completed!