Even though Hua Biefeng, who has been to Fengling and participated in the Tianlist, only glanced at Yun Zhongjun’s gauze tent from afar.

In terms of cultivation, the one with the highest cultivation level among them is Yan Wufu, who is in the middle stage of the Golden Elixir stage.

In terms of status, Fengling and Jianchuan are not at all Taoist sects of the same level.

——The powerful man in Jianchuan ascended, which was a thousand years ago, and nearly ten years ago, two monks in Fengling ascended one after another.

Zhu Mingchao was stunned for a moment, and immediately realized the gap between the two identities, and knelt down on one knee: "Jianchuan Baishengmen Zhu Mingchao, pay homage to Yun Zhongjun."

Yan Wufu squinted his eyes and looked at the young man. He also held the crutch in his hand and gave a big gift: "Yan Wufu, Jianchuan Qingshuang Gate."

Hua Ruohong heard that this man was his son's master, and his originally extremely bad mood immediately turned to joy. As soon as he was about to talk, his wife grabbed his arm and forced him to kneel down: "Hua Ruohong, the head of Jianchuan Feihua Sect, the head of the star, wishing the star, and paying homage to Yun Zhongjun."

The officials were all kneeling down, but the other disciples dared not stand, and a large area of ​​them fell to their knees.

Feng Rugu turned his gaze below and looked different, either he was happy or frowned, and he was smiling and did not speak.

Hua Biefeng stared at him and knelt down with everyone. His heart was full of twists and turns, and he was angry and surprised:

How could that Yun Zhongjun come here?
Chapter completed!