Although there were countless open and covert struggles, they also made progress together. The ghost grandma was a hunchbacked old woman with a skinny body. Her head was almost drooping. When she looked at people, she had to try hard to raise her head, which seemed very reluctant.

However, the ghost grandmother looked sharp and alert. Apart from her frail figure, her words and actions did not show her age at all.

Hearing the fake Taoist's words, the ghost grandma snorted coldly and said, "Fake Taoist, the three palaces and six sects have been fighting each other for so many years, have you ever heard of anyone admitting defeat?"

There were about a hundred people in Grandma Cheng's group. Except for a few old men, the rest were mostly disciples. It was obvious that Tiansheng Sect had many disciples, and they all looked extraordinary and brave. Even the women were mostly at the saint level.

Especially the handsome young man next to the old woman, with a calm and easy-going smile on his face. He followed the ghost woman without being humble or arrogant. The aura on his body was as vast as the ocean. If you only judged the aura without looking at his appearance, no one could guess that the cultivator with such a terrifying aura was just a young man.

As soon as Grandma Cheng Gui and others appeared, almost everyone in the martial arts training ground on Lotus Mountain set their eyes on this young man.

"The urn will leave forever!"

The fake Taoist narrowed his eyes and glanced at Weng Yongli, who stood out from the crowd. He said with a smile, "The energy and blood in his body have become more and more pure. It seems that Tiansheng Sect must have devoted a lot of effort to cultivating him over the years."

This is nonsense. Which force would not devote all its efforts to cultivating a disciple with Quan Yang Holy Roots?

The ghost grandma seemed to enjoy this feeling very much. She kept smiling with her eyes squinted, and her body seemed not to be so hunched anymore.

Weng Yongli looked calm, and gave the fake Taoist a standard disciple's greeting, laughing and saying, "Disciple Weng Yongli greets Senior Jia. Senior Jia, thank you for your compliment. I feel that the aura of Junior Sister Miaoyi gives me a special kind of pressure."

Hearing this, the expressions of everyone present changed slightly.

The ghostly old woman snorted coldly and said, "Lin Miaoyi's Miaoshui Holy Root is not as good as Quanyang Holy Root, but it is not much worse. The fake Taoist must have spared no effort to cultivate her. Now it seems that she wants to compete with me."

Weng Yongli looked at Lin Miaoyi with undisguised admiration, which made the people around him look at him sideways.

Lin Miaoyi had no expression on her face. She nodded calmly and said, "How dare I compare myself with Senior Brother Weng."

Seeing that each of their disciples was more humble than the other, the fake Taoist master and the ghost-like grandmother both snorted coldly.

The two of them usually have a sniper relationship and neither of them would give in to the other, but now their disciples are all elite talents, and the purpose of this Three Mountains Conference is to find a leader to enter the Great Wilderness Emperor Road, so naturally neither of them wants to fall behind.

The ghostly old woman and the fake Taoist stared at each other for a while, and then they both laughed.

The fake Taoist stroked his beard and said with a playful look, "I wonder which disciple Zhou Tong will bring with him."

Speaking of Zhou Tong, the ghost lady sneered and said, "Tian Jue Sect has been unlucky. There hasn't been a brilliant disciple in all these years. Apart from that girl Yun Jin, who else can stand at this Three Mountains Festival?"

The fake Taoist shook his head and said, "Although Yun Jin is talented, she is timid and soft-hearted. Her great potential has been wasted. If it is really Yun Jin who came, then this Sanshan Festival will become a competition between our two families."

Hearing Yun Jin's name, Weng Yongli, who was still looking at Lin Miaoyi, smiled noncommittally. Lin Miaoyi frowned, and the hand holding the sword tightened involuntarily.

"Junior sister, Weng Yongli has been watching you." A middle-aged woman next to Lin Miaoyi whispered with a strange look on her face.

Lin Miaoyi nodded and said, "I know!"

The voice was ethereal, as if it was not tainted by the mundane world. Lin Miaoyi's white clothes were whiter than snow, and her temperament was simple and elegant. It seemed that she did not take such things to heart.

Lin Miaoyi smiled, glanced at Weng Yongli, shook her head and said, "Senior Sister, don't talk about others behind their backs. What does Weng Yongli's personality have to do with us?"

The middle-aged sister was stunned, and said with a curled lip: "Senior sister just can't stand Weng Yongli's arrogant look."

When Weng Yongli saw Lin Miaoyi looking at him, a smile suddenly spread across his face. However, halfway through, Lin Miaoyi had already withdrawn her gaze, and he suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

Even so, many female disciples from the Qinglian Sect took a deep breath in unison. The sound was so loud that even the middle-aged senior sister frowned.

“These ignorant women!”

The middle-aged senior sister was angry at the lack of fighting spirit, looked around and glared at him, and immediately received praise and likes from many male disciples.

The fake Taoist priest and the ghost grandma turned a blind eye to what was happening around them. What they were most concerned about now was when the old man Zhou Tong would arrive.

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The fake Taoist priest and the ghost grandma could never have imagined that Zhou Tong, whom they had been thinking about so much, was now almost pulling their hair out.

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On the snowy mountain, a powerful being like Zhou Tong squatted on the ground like an angry child and refused to move no matter how Yang Zhen pulled him.

"I'm not leaving, I'm not leaving, I'm not leaving. I'm starting to doubt my life. Please leave. I want to be alone!"

With Zhou Tong's strength, how could Yang Zhen pull him?

After pulling for a while, Yang Zhen curled his lips and said, "You can't do this. You're halfway there, no, you're almost there, and you don't want to leave. Isn't it time for this slutty saint? Everyone is busy. What are you doing? Are you quitting?"

"What?" Zhou Tong glared, raised his head suddenly, stared into Yang Zhen's eyes and said, "Tell me how to do it."

Yang Zhen was stunned and said unhappily, "Why don't you show up? The Three Mountains Festival is eagerly waiting for you to show up. Instead, you are squatting in the snow without the image of a master. Isn't it embarrassing?"

“It’s not shameful!”

Zhou Tong said seriously: "It's really not shameful!"

Yang Zhen really saw that it was not shameful to squat here compared to going to the Sanshan Festival! Seeing that Zhou Tong said he would not leave no matter what, Yang Zhen simply sat next to Zhou Tong and said with a smile: "Smile?"

Zhou Tong snorted coldly, moved his direction, glanced at Yang Zhen and said, "I can't laugh."

"Then I'll give you a smile?" Yang Zhen grinned, brilliantly! Zhou Tong almost cried, and moved a little, saying: "It seems that you can laugh, you... How did I find such a bastard monster like you, who are you?"

Yang Zhen's face darkened, and he shook his head and said, "The Buddha said that it cannot be said!"

Zhou Tong suddenly wanted to hit someone! (End of this chapter)