Xiao Zechuan said expressionlessly: "A fool doesn't know he is stupid."

"Xiao Gouchuan!"

Zhuge Youlin was furious. He immediately rushed towards Xiao Zechuan, wanting to fight him.

Before he could do anything, a familiar voice came from behind him.

"Zhuge Youlin, come here to me!"

…

A moment later.

The seven spirit boats of the Qiankun Sect were moving rapidly in the air. If you looked carefully, you could see this scene:

I saw a red-haired young man with his arms stretched out, tightly grasping the upper edge of the spirit boat's side. His body was completely suspended in the air, swaying constantly with the wind.

The young man cried out in tears, "Master, I know I was wrong! I will never fight with Xiao Gouchuan again!"

At this time, the people on the other six spirit boats also noticed this situation, and they looked surprised.

"What on earth just happened?!"

"Isn't this Elder Qi's beloved disciple?"

"This kid must be in trouble again, hahaha..." The Sixth Elder stroked his beard and laughed out loud.

"It's great to be young." Bu Feng smiled gently.

At this moment, Elder Qi was sitting calmly. There was a table next to him with tea sets on it. He slowly poured a cup of hot tea, picked up the cup, opened his mouth and blew slowly.

Then, savor it slowly.

The disciples on the deck felt quite complicated when they saw this.

It seemed that being Elder Qi's personal disciple was extremely risky. However, they didn't realize that Zhuge Youlin was too naughty and prone to causing trouble. If he wasn't dealt with severely, he wouldn't learn his lesson.

The Shura friends came to the red-haired boy.

"Hurry up and pull me up!" The red-haired boy's eyes lit up, "My spiritual power has been sealed by my master."

Wen Yuchu looked up at the sky and said, "The scenery here is nice."

"Well, not bad." Pei Su said.

"Hey, there seems to be some dirt here." Xiao Zechuan looked down with a calm expression, and reached out to forcefully push away Zhuge Youlin's fingers one by one.

"Don't mess around!" Zhuge Youlin said with horror in his eyes.

Yu Changying pretended to be surprised and asked, "Hey, brother Yulin, why are you here?"

Zhuge Youlin's pupils shrank slightly, and he blurted out: "Changying, Sister Changying, save me!"

Yu Changying raised her hand to cover her mouth, and said with an innocent look, "But I'm weak and can't help you."

Zhuge Youlin was extremely angry.

His left hand was forcibly pulled away by Xiao Zechuan, and now he only had one hand left holding the side of the boat, and the pressure he was under instantly increased.

The boy's handsome fair face turned red and he glared at them with gritted teeth.

Chen Yan sighed softly, "Okay."

Hearing this, Zhuge Youlin was delighted, "Yan Yan, it's still you..."

Before he could finish his words, Chen Yan's voice was heard.

"It's time to push him off."

Zhuge Youlin's eyes widened in shock, as if he couldn't believe what he heard. However, before he could react, Xiao Zechuan mercilessly ripped his other hand away.

Without the support of his hands, Zhuge Youlin's body suddenly lost balance and fell rapidly like a bird with broken wings.

He waved his arms in the air, trying to hold on to a glimmer of life, but to no avail.

He roared angrily: "I hate you!!!"

The disciples of Qiankun Sect were stunned by this thrilling scene. They looked at everything happening in disbelief. They could never have imagined that Senior Sister Shen and the others would actually push Senior Brother Zhuge down!

Just as everyone was shocked, a green vine rushed downwards as fast as lightning, tightly wrapped around the red-haired boy's waist, and suddenly pulled him up.

This up and down movement made Zhuge Youlin's heart pound as if it was about to jump out of his throat.

The thrill of being on the verge of life and death made him so excited that he couldn't help but grin, revealing a row of white teeth.

It's so exciting.

He likes it.

"I forgive you!"

The red-haired boy laughed loudly, but snorted proudly in his heart.

When the friends heard this, they couldn't help but laugh.

Elder Qi, who was drinking tea, shook his head slowly, but couldn't hide the smile on his face.

It really is...

Difficult to discipline.

After this incident, many disciples of the Qiankun Sect began to pay attention to the eight Shuras.

Jing Zifu glanced in the direction of the eight Shuras, then looked away and looked into the distance, as if lost in memories.

However, her memories were soon interrupted by Yi Linghuan.

"Junior sister, you look better when you smile."

Jing Zifu suppressed her thoughts and remained silent.

He then whispered, "Junior Sister, after the Changming Festival is over, let's become Taoist couples."

Upon hearing this, Jing Zifu's eyes flickered and gradually dimmed.

She still didn't speak.

But Yi Linghuan was extremely patient.

…

Five days later, in the early morning, the sun shone through the clouds onto the sea, making the waves sparkle.

Near the dividing line between Tianji Domain and Taichu Mountain, there is a vast sea area. At this time, countless spirit ships appeared in this sea area.

These spirit ships vary in size, but they are all exquisitely shaped and emit powerful spiritual fluctuations.

Each ghost ship flew a flag embroidered with different patterns and emblems, clearly indicating the force to which it belonged.

Some flags were embroidered with ancient family crests, others with the symbols of sects, and still others with the logos of chambers of commerce or other organizations.

The flags fluttered in the sea breeze, accompanied by various conversations.

On the sea, the most eye-catching thing was the enormous golden spirit ship, floating quietly on the sea like a behemoth. Under the sunlight, the golden spirit ship reflected a light that was impossible to look directly at, making people feel the symbol of wealth and power.

This is the spirit ship of the Dongfang family, one of the four major families.

Many leaders of various factions bowed slightly to the people on the golden spirit ship, their faces filled with ingratiating smiles: "Master Dongfang, long time no see. It has been several years since we last met, and you are still as charming and elegant as ever!"

The leader of another faction was not to be outdone and said with a smile, "Master Dongfang, I have long admired you. I hope we can have the opportunity to cooperate in the future."

The middle-aged man standing at the bow of the golden spirit ship was wearing a suit of fine brocade. The fabric was delicate and soft, and it was embroidered with exquisite patterns in gold thread.

He had an elegant demeanor, and every gesture exuded a noble aura. A faint smile played on his face as he raised his hand and bowed slightly to the people on the surrounding spirit ships. His voice was deep and powerful: "Dear friends, thank you for your concern. I'm honored to have you here today. Please take care of me."

Upon hearing this, many leaders of the sects started to speak and express their respect.

At the same time, on the golden spirit ship, a young man in golden clothes lying on a rocking chair, after hearing his father greeting those powerful people, reached out and slowly moved the feather fan on his face, revealing only one eye, and said two words with contempt.

"hypocritical."