"The grand event begins, the colorful neon bridge opens." With a crisp female voice, the fairy light shone everywhere on the gate of the Red Mansion, and the clouds and mists disperse. A colorful neon light sprinkles on Tancheng down like a waterfall. Around the colorful bridge, there are fairy birds and spirit beasts flying, which is a beautiful grand scene. Even if you are present, you are still admiring for this beautiful scene.

"His grandma raises bears, so beautiful, much better than our Tanggu. No, I have to let the old man make this thing, otherwise I will be compared." Yang Zhu screamed. But this thing is not something that can be done by just doing. Only the Junguang Tower, which is the world's most powerful behind the Red Building, can achieve a neon bridge, gathering the hard work of many saints and sages.

Chen Pan calmly moved and used the wonderful technique of observing carefully. The moment the fairy light suddenly appeared, the array patterns around the Red Building began to operate. A strange array patterns appeared around the gate, surrounding the entire gate and the surrounding space. It felt as if the gate was isolated into a unique space, but they were connected to the entire large space.

The colorful neon bridge was also full of array patterns. The color was essentially just a hidden effect. What really worked was that the array pattern in it should be a way of operating the space pattern. Although it was far inferior to the Tao pattern, it had an unimaginable effect. Although it was still incomprehensible, Chen Pan tried his best to remember it.

The fairy bridge appears and the sky road opens. With the appearance of the colorful neon bridge, fairy music is heard in waves, and a large number of monks flew up the colorful neon bridge below. Although most of them are below the Tianxian Realm, there are still monks in the Golden Immortal Realm, and even some Daluo Jinxian are strong people from some first-class and second-rate families. Although they can be called Yixiong in the local area, they still have to follow the rules when they arrive here.

The importance of strength is indeed the truest portrayal of this world. If you are not strong enough, you can be strong enough. Many of the disciples of Dongwuji and some major sects are still in the realm of immortals, and even in the Tribulation Period. However, because the strength of their sects is strong enough, they can enter in advance, and then sit here and wait for others to fly in.

There are no special requirements for the Loutai Qingying Association, only some unwritten regulations. Basically, anyone below the Tianxian Realm can participate. Therefore, the monks who flew up to the guests, led by the disciples of the Red Chamber.

After about an hour and a half, a fairy light suddenly appeared in a crisp female voice, and the colorful neon bridge slowly closed up, and the clouds and mist in front of the gate became lingering again.

After a brief talk about the people who were on the Red Mansion, the grand event began. There was a huge open-air stone platform in the middle, and disciples of the Red Mansion went up to perform singing and dancing one after another. It is worthy of being a sect famous for the fairy. Although Chen Pan did not know much about the appreciation of this kind of art, he also enjoyed it.

Every disciple of Yihonglou is quite good-looking. With those special fairy clothes, as well as the fantasy effects produced by surrounding clouds and mysterious techniques, it is a real fairyland. The other so-called holy places for immortal cultivation are so inferior. No wonder such aristocratic families and sects come to the scene with outstanding disciples trying to get in touch with Yihonglou.

After the song was sung, Chen Pan looked at the people next to him, and they all felt very interesting, except Yang Zhu. He was a little interested in the opening, but then he lost love at all. In less than half an hour, the guy actually lay on the table and fell asleep. Seeing this guy's sleeping posture, Chen Pan inexplicably felt an artistic superiority. Although he didn't know how to appreciate it, he couldn't fall asleep at least.

After waking up Yang Zhu, Chen Pan asked with a smile: "You are so disobedient, aren't you afraid that your master will blame you when you see it. When the grand event is over, you will be so embarrassed."

Yang Zhu stretched out: "What a thing? This thing is too boring. It's better to catch a few birds to make fun of it. My master has no time to watch me. With Uncle Li here, he won't care about me at all."

"Uncle Li? Which Uncle Li?" Chen Pan asked curiously, and his intuition told him that it should be the female monk in white sitting next to Zhenren Wang Wen. When Zhenren Wang Wen took action to ask Situ Nan's subordinates to stop the war that day, she was there, but this woman seemed too young.

Sure enough, Yang Zhu pointed to the female monk whom he guessed and said, "That's Uncle Li, the head of Binghai Tianya, and Meng Xuan's current master."

"Your master?" Chen Pan asked in surprise. The female monk looked only ten years old, beautiful and young, and didn't like to talk much. She was like an iceberg beauty. Unexpectedly, she was Meng Xuan's master. Just after thinking about it carefully, she could see the realm of Lord Wu, but she couldn't see through the strength of this female monk. The other party should have surpassed the realm of Daluo Jinxian.

Meng Xuan nodded: "That's right."

After hearing this, Chen Pan looked at him carefully, and then carefully observed his master. Suddenly he felt like he wanted to laugh. He strangely thought of a novel "The Legend of Condor Heroes" that was famous in his previous life. Meng Xuan was talented and elegant, his master was charming and unparalleled, and looked younger than Meng Xuan. Isn't this very similar to Yang Guo and Xiaolongnu? If Meng Xuan really fucked his master, wow, this result would be too exciting. Anyway, there is no time to cultivate immortals, and he will not age when he reaches his master's level.

"Why are you laughing at?" Yang Zhu looked at Chen Pan strangely, and then said, "Uncle Li is my master's Taoist partner. Because the two of them each have the same sect, they usually don't get together for a long time, so as long as Uncle Li comes, the master will basically throw everything aside first."

"Ah!" Chen Pan was stunned. The news was even more exciting than Meng Xuan and his master's relationship. He looked at Wang Wenzhenren carefully. The eye-catching non-mainstream plasma permed red hair and rough hair were simply the spokesperson of the Beast Sect. Look at Uncle Li, graceful and quiet, as if he was a virgin. The contrast was too big. It was simply that grandfather and granddaughter Longnu would not be with Yang Guo, and you wouldn't be fond of you and me with King Jinlun.

"What?" Yang Zhu glanced at Chen Pan, and always felt that he was strange today.

Chen Pan shook his head and smiled: "It's nothing." I guess Meng Xuan knew what he was thinking, and he would immediately draw his sword and kill Chen Pan.

"It's nothing, just let me continue to sleep. Don't disturb me. I'll call me the bird festival after that. It's too boring and I won't attend it again." Yang Zhu said that, holding her head and getting asleep again. The fairy's singing and dancing made others intoxicated, but it was even more powerful than hypnosis for him.

The few of them were already familiar with Yang Zhu's personality. They smiled and said nothing, but continued to appreciate the singing and dancing. This lasted for a day and a night. The disciples of the Red Chamber performed their skills before the end. Then there was a competition among young talents. (To be continued., vote for recommendations, monthly votes,,.
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