I, a Saiyan, cultivate immortality in the world of Nine Uncles

The service staff of this hostel took a look, they were all Taoist priests in strange costumes, their faces changed drastically, and they quickly took out their phones to call: "Hello, hello, report to the front desk, people have come."

After a while, five middle-aged Taoists walked out of the backyard, bowed their hands respectfully, and the leading middle-aged Taoist said: "The disciples of Maoshan Shangzong came to visit, and the disciples are very pleasantly surprised. Please invite the senior brothers of the Shangzong to come in with me. The head teacher and all the senior uncles and disciples are waiting for you in the cave."

Taoist Qingfeng snorted coldly, "It's still divided into the upper sect and the lower sect. Is it because I want to use this to escape. I can tell you that there is only one head teacher in Maoshan. I came this time to tell Lin Jiu to leave. If he dares to say no, he will be at his own risk."

The five middle-aged Taoists dared not speak out, bowed their heads and bowed their hands in salute. After the Qingfeng Taoist chattered for a while, the group entered the Maoshan authentic hotel.

Entering the hotel, a mist drifted out, covering the backyard, and everyone passed through the mist, and suddenly became enlightened.

There are more than a dozen huge mountain peaks suspended in the air in front of you, and each mountain peak is full of pavilions, which looks like a fairy family.

The place where everyone appeared was a solitary flat-topped mountain in the middle. Iron locks on the mountain connected other suspended mountains, and there were also boat-shaped flying instruments going to and from it.

This kind of fantastic beauty appeared in the earth lacking aura, which surprised these alien cultivators!
Just as the hearts of the visitors from Maoshan Shangzong were itching and their greed was increasing, Uncle Jiu came with a large group of Taoists in a flying boat. After disembarking, they lined up in a square formation, bowed their hands together and saluted, and said in their mouths: "The noble envoy of the Shangzong came to visit, and let the phoenix of the lower Zong shine. I specially prepared food and wine to welcome you."

Uncle Jiu's self-deprecating words did not bring any kind thoughts from Taoist Qingfeng and his gang.

These people looked at each other and spread the distance in a tacit understanding. Then Taoist Qingfeng walked towards Uncle Jiu with a beard and a kind smile, bent down to support Uncle Jiu's arms and said, "Why be polite, there is no distinction between the upper and lower sects of this Maoshan Mountain. Some disciples were left to take care of it, and it is normal to take it back now."

Uncle Jiu was silent, and the Taoist priest with four eyes couldn't stand the anger. His eyes widened and he said: "The spiritual energy declined that day, and no one can form an alchemy anymore. It's nothing if you let go of the earth's foundation and go to the outside world to enjoy yourself, leaving our lineage to guard the earth. But thousands of years have passed, and no messenger has ever been sent back to see if we are dead or alive, let alone send some elixir supplies.

The words of Taoist Simu were exactly what the Maoshan disciples thought, and they immediately buzzed about.

Daoist Qingfeng snorted heavily, but failed to stop the disciples from speaking, and turned to stare at Uncle Jiu: "Lin Jiu, you are in charge of the earth, why do you allow your disciples to make noise and ignore the dignity of the elders?"

Uncle Jiu loves the sect, but he is not a pedantic person, so he raised his head and replied, "Master Qingfeng, please don't see outsiders. The disciples also care about the affairs of the sect. This is not a bad thing."

Seeing that Maoshanzong was united up and down, Daoist Qingfeng knew that he was going to be soft, and there was a fierce look in his eyes, and he met Uncle Jiu's eyes.

Immediately, the two sides became alert. The Taoist behind Taoist Master Qingfeng took out various magic weapons, and the disciples behind Uncle Jiu did the same, and the Taoist with four eyes, hesitantly guarded Uncle Jiu from left to right.

Taoist Qingfeng disdained to look at Maoshan's master and apprentice who wanted to resist: "The light of rice grains dares to shine on the ground. I have transformed into a god, and my disciples are all Nascent Souls. Can you stop it?"

Uncle Jiu's face changed slightly. He himself was in the mid-stage of Nascent Soul cultivation, and Ma Madi and Si Mu had just entered Nascent Soul. Although there were many disciples behind them, the highest cultivation level was Jindan. If they really wanted to fight, they would be enemies.

In order to prevent his disciples from being hurt in this battle, he couldn't help but feel compelled to compromise, and secretly informed Jiang Yeming of his thoughts.

But even a cultivator will fight for his breath. Uncle Jiu can bear it, but Ma Madi and Simu can't.

Ma Madi came out more and more, with the magic sword in front of him, and said sharply: "This Maoshan is not the other Maoshan. If the way is different, we will not conspire with each other. Today, I cut off my robe as an oath to draw a clear relationship. From now on, Dingmao is Dingmao, and there will be no connection."

After he finished speaking, he cut off half of his clothes with a sword to make an oath.

The four-eyed Taoist also stepped forward, and swore with the same sword, "My generation, Maoshan, pays attention to practicing in the world, killing demons and eliminating demons to protect the world. How can you compare Maoshan's selfishness, today I also cut off my robe as an oath, and sever ties."

The vows of the two junior brothers were convincing and reasonable. Uncle Jiu was also provoked by his emotions and drew his sword out: "Disciples of Maoshan obey the order, and those who are willing to live and die with Maoshan today will follow me to swear.

After Uncle Jiu, hundreds of Maoshan disciples all swore passionately, and none of them flinched.

Daoist Qingfeng was furious, and with a long roar, his aura surged, and a flying sword flew into the sky and turned into a cloud, "How dare you be so arrogant, my nephews, please obey the order, and kill them all, leaving no one behind."

The Daoists of the Nascent Soul Stage behind him also sacrificed magic weapons one after another, preparing to do a big job.

All of a sudden, the sky was black and covered a large area of ​​magic weapons in the air. This aura, this power, was a crushing scene!
This made Jiushu and Maoshan Patriarchs feel helpless. Is it true that the Taoist scriptures say that the world is not benevolent and treats all things as dogs, and there is no justice in the world? !

At this moment
boom!A loud bang.

The chaos in the sky was shattered in an instant, and a large piece of magic weapon fell to the ground. At the same time, Daoist Qingfeng was trampled to the ground, and his head sank deep into the mud.

Daoist Qingfeng struggled to turn his head out of the earth and rocks, finally saw who was attacking him, and said sharply: "Jiang Dazhuang, why are you interfering with the Maoshan sect? Even if you are a disciple of the Diyin sect, you can't do such nonsense."

Jiang Yeming stepped hard on his feet, and stepped Taoist Qingfeng into the earth and rocks again, then pulled off a piece of his clothes and said, "I'm sorry, I lied to you, I am Jiang Yeming, the third disciple of the Maoshan Zonglin head teacher, and now I swear to you that Maoshan is my home, let's protect it together."

As he spoke, he waved to Uncle Jiu and showed a playful smile.

who is this!The Maoshan disciples cheered excitedly, isn't it the one who ranks first in the newly published Maoshan disciples score!

This is the most powerful master of the Maoshan sect, and no one in the entire earth can beat him. According to the words of the four-eyed master uncle, there is no need to be afraid of him if the sky falls.

Immediately, Maoshan relaxed a lot, and even some stubborn disciples shouted: "That's right, Maoshan is my home, let's protect it together!"

Uncle Jiu laughed!

The expression that looked at death like home disappeared in an instant, and he let go, let go completely, and he didn't have to worry about anything anymore when the three apprentices were around.