It was so tired that Qingyang didn't meditate at night. Instead, he slept in a luxurious room and didn't get up until dawn the next day.

After all, it's a young man. After a night's rest, Qingyang has almost recovered. By the time Lu Dingshan came, Qingyang was refreshed and different from yesterday.

After eating something, elder martial brother Li Shengbo came and took everyone to meet uncle Jiang. He came to the yard where martial uncle Jiang lived. After a while, martial uncle Jiang came out with another monk in the middle of Qi refining. His name was Qu Pingjing. Like Li Shengbo, he was sent by Qingfeng hall to assist martial uncle Jiang to recruit disciples at the percussion meeting.

Seeing the people at the door, martial uncle Jiang didn't say much. He just glanced at everyone, and then he went to the hall where the immortal knocking conference was held in front, and the others followed in turn.

When I came to the main hall, I found that many people had already gathered here. There were a sea of people outside to watch the excitement. Let's not mention that there were no less than 100 monks in the main hall alone. Qingyang glanced and found that most of them were the same as them. They were two or three high-level friars with several young disciples. It seemed that they were all the sects that came to attend the immortal knocking conference.

However, four of the seven immortal sects left yesterday. Most of the rest are people from small and medium-sized sects. Their strength is much worse than that of Qingfeng hall. When Qingyang looked, he could even see the complex eyes cast by the young disciples over there, including excitement and envy.

In the main hall, there are only two sects that can be compared with the Qingfeng hall. One of them is the Jinding Pavilion, and the leader is an old man in gray robe with white hair and beard; The other is Lingxi Valley, led by a middle-aged woman in the foundation period. Xu Niang is half old and still charming.

The Yuling scattered people who saw off outside the Yuling city yesterday were also there. They took many senior managers of the Yuling city and talked with everyone with a smile on their face. There are people in several families, but on this occasion, the house owners in the Qi refining period don't seem to see enough. They come from their ancestors.

The ancestor of the Liang family is an old man with white face and short beard. The cultivation of the second floor of the foundation is not prominent among the ancestors of other families. Qingyang took a deep look at each other and recorded his image in his heart. This white faced and short bearded old man is the backer of the Liang family. He must have at least the power to deter this person in the future before he dares to come to the Liang family for justice, otherwise he will come to die.

In the early stage of foundation construction, my six floors of Kaimai territory were very different from each other. The gap between the two was almost desperate, and I didn't know when I would have this strength.

Fortunately, it's not Liang Yudong, the leader of the Liang family. Otherwise, the Liang family will find Qingyang's whereabouts now. The Liang family won't get into trouble on the spot, because he is already a prospective disciple of the Qingfeng hall. Martial uncle Jiang should not tolerate others to bully and humiliate the newly recruited disciples.

However, if the Liang family found themselves in advance, they will certainly make other responses. With the Liang family's background, they will have a lot of hands. If someone has been thinking about themselves, they will be very passive in the future.

After looking at the Liang family's ancestor, Qingyang turned his head quietly, so as not to attract the other party's attention for too long.

There are 13 sects in the hall. Each sect only recruits four to five disciples. Only naringxi Valley is a little better and has recruited a full six disciples. Fortunately, Qingyang worshipped Qingfeng hall last night. Otherwise, Qingfeng hall has the least disciples.

If you add the four sects that left yesterday, the total number of disciples enrolled in this percussion meeting is only in their early 80s. Compared with the huge number of monks in the whole Yuling City, it can be said that it is one in a thousand miles. No wonder the competition in each percussion meeting is so fierce.

When the staff had arrived, the jade spirit scattered people exchanged greetings with everyone, and then took everyone to the outside of the hall. The friars who watched the excitement outside automatically gave up a spacious passage, and then watched the immortal gate messenger leave with their recruited disciples.

The kowtow meeting is over. For their lower level casual cultivation, it is just more talk. How should they live in the future.

Everyone soon came to the outside of Yuling city. The middle-aged nun in Lingxi Valley waved her hand and a purple handkerchief flew into the sky. In an instant, it became a foot in size. The middle-aged female monk and all the disciples of Lingxi Valley jumped onto the square handkerchief, and then bowed to the back. The huge purple square handkerchief took them first to leave Yuling city.

At the same time, the grey robed old man of Jinding Pavilion threw a fist sized round tripod, which soon became a huge tripod with a diameter of more than seven feet. The grey robed old man stood on the edge of the giant tripod, and other Jinding Pavilion disciples jumped into the giant tripod. Then the giant tripod circled in the air and flew into the sky.

It was Qingfeng Hall's turn. Martial uncle Jiang took out a thing and threw it into the air. The thing rose at the sight of the wind, and finally turned into a boat with a length of one foot floating in the air. Martial uncle Jiang took the disciples of Qingfeng hall and jumped into the boat. Then he arched his hand at the jade spirit scattered people seeing off from the jade spirit city below, and then drove the boat to fly away in the distance.

After the three sects of Lingxi Valley, Jinding Pavilion and Qingfeng hall left, the other small and medium-sized sects said goodbye to the jade spirit one by one, and then returned to the sect. Of course, there are also small sects with insufficient strength. If they can't fly with their disciples, they can only walk.

For these sects, they are better than the top. Those big sects can't envy them, but they finally have a backer. It's much better than being a casual practitioner in Yuling city. Moreover, small sects have few disciples and few competitors competing for resources. As long as they practice hard, their future achievements may not be much lower than those who have joined the seven immortal sects.

The space on the boat is not very large. Martial uncle Jiang sits alone in front and controls the boat. Two senior brothers Li Shengbo and Qu Pingjing stand in the middle, and the remaining four stand side by side at the tail.

Looking at the jade spirit city below, I was filled with emotion. I finally got what I wanted and worshipped the Qingfeng hall, one of the seven immortal gates. It was worth the hard work of this half year. For Yuling City, Qingyang doesn't have much nostalgia, and there are no good memories left for him. Some are just the Liang family who once deceived themselves.

In the past six months, Qingyang has only three sincere contacts. Yu Mengmiao was taken away by the Yin Yang sect. He won't have to worry about himself anymore; Lu Dingshan also worshipped Qingfeng hall, and had many opportunities to deal with in the future; As for Liang chongtian, whether he cheated himself or not at the beginning, because the Liang family can't have too much relationship between them.

~~~~~~To celebrate the Spring Festival, at five o'clock tomorrow, I wish all readers a happy Spring Festival and a big fortune in the year of the pig!