"Shua——"

After this word fell, a sudden breeze surged from the seaside, and the white mist that originally shrouded the mountain pass dissipated at this moment.

Within a moment, a deep entrance slowly appeared in front of the practitioners.

Penglai Mountain is blooming!

"Huchi, wheeze..."

Even though they couldn't see the scene behind the entrance at all, the practitioners were still extremely excited.

Their breathing became heavier, and even their eyes turned red. They stared at the entrance, just waiting for the order from the immortal in the mountain, and they rushed forward to occupy a good position.

You must not miss the triennial assessment!

They must successfully enter the Immortal Sect, practice hard, and wait until one day to ascend to heaven and ascend to immortality.

Jun Muqian's expression remained calm, she narrowed her eyes slightly and looked towards the entrance.

From the outside, Penglai Mountain looked no different from other ordinary mountains, but at this moment, she could feel the gradually rising concentration of spiritual energy, and the speed of Dantian's operation also climbed to a peak.

Jun Muqian lowered his eyes and frowned, quietly experiencing the speed of absorbing spiritual energy, no matter how excited the people around him were.

In fact, at the beginning, there were supposed to be five overseas fairy mountains. In addition to Penglai, Yingzhou and Fangzhang, there were also Daiyu and Yuanqiao.

But after the Three Emperors era, giants from the Long Bo Kingdom fished away the divine turtles guarding the Daiyu and Yuanqiao mountains, causing Daiyu and Yuanqiao to sink into the sea and have been lost forever.

Later, when they arrived in Penglai, Yingzhou and the abbot were able to float smoothly on the East China Sea and no longer feared the departure of the guardian turtle.

Nowadays, the power of scattered immortals has risen, and these three immortal mountains have become a force that cannot be ignored in the Three Realms.

Just when Jun Muxian was still concentrating on feeding her little beauty, a chuckle suddenly fell in her ears, with a bit of romantic frivolity.

The ethereal fairy voice sounded again, this time saying four words: "Come in, everyone."

"Buzz——"

"Swish, swish, swish!"

Before the words could be heard, a cultivator had already taken a step forward, suddenly jumped up, and rushed towards the entrance.

A series of sonic booms were heard in the air. It turned out that the speed of the sonic boom was too fast, and the corners of his clothes rubbed against the air and splashed sparks.

But the entrance is not big and can only accommodate five people passing through at a time.

Just because who entered the mountain first and who entered the mountain last, many practitioners started fighting, and soon a melee broke out in the air.

In just a few minutes, many cultivators have fallen to the ground due to serious injuries, but there are still more cultivators rushing forward crazily.

This is just an entrance to Penglai Mountain. There are eight same entrances in total.

At one entrance, at least 50,000 cultivators came to worship.

Just entering the mountain without testing and assessment will screen out many people.

Jun Muxian, however, stood still and didn't move. She raised her head in confusion and looked around.

Why did that voice just now seem so familiar?

She had definitely heard it somewhere, but she couldn't remember it.

The only thing she felt was that the voice was so loud that it made her want to hit someone, but if she didn't beat them, she wouldn't be able to vent her anger.

"It's strange..." Jun Muqian said to himself, "I am not so violent."

She averted her gaze and continued to absorb the spiritual energy.

Among the cultivators who were fighting crazily, the ordinary and delicate young man in white stood motionless, which seemed particularly special.

This scene was naturally taken in by everyone.

"Ha..." Another chuckle fell. The man looked at the water mirror in front of him and curled his lips, "It's quite interesting, isn't it?"

When he said this, he was half lying on a beauty couch, resting his head on his right elbow, looking lazy.

The man's face is handsome, his brows are full of romance and dandyism, and his eyes are also rare peach blossoms, naturally affectionate, like a fox.

Next to me, an old man heard this and wiped his sweat, not knowing how to answer this sentence.

Is this meant to be praised or to belittled?

The man didn't expect any response. He played with a bracelet with his free left hand and said, "It's really interesting."

"Daojun..." The old man thought about it for a long time, and then he said, "I don't know if you are here today, but what good idea did you see?"

"Good seedlings?" Hearing this, the man raised his eyebrows and turned his head. There seemed to be a tender smile on his lips, but it turned out to be cold upon closer inspection. "Are there any good seedlings here?"

"No! No!" The old man knelt down with a plop, dripping with cold sweat, "These mortals are just in the Golden Elixir Stage and Nascent Soul Stage. They are indeed extraordinary in the mortal world, but they are just ordinary people. They must not be able to enter the Tao.

Your eyes."

His heart was even more frightened. He couldn't guess what Daojun was thinking, let alone his happiness and anger. If he said something to offend Daojun, I'm afraid his head would fall off his neck.

"I came to visit our home..." The man's peach-blossom eyes slightly bent, and his voice was leisurely, "It belongs to my junior sister."

"!"

Such a title made the old man pale in shock, and he blurted out: "Tao, Tao Lord, there is also a junior sister?!"

Who is Daojun?

Even if the Queen Mother comes in person, she can only kneel down and worship!

It's just that Lord Dao is a low-key person. In the prehistoric times, his name is basically unknown to the living beings in the three realms, and no one has ever seen him. Only the innate demon god and the acquired demon god who were born millions of years ago can know his title.

The old man broke out in cold sweat more and did not dare to raise his head.

He is the Lord of Penglai Mountain, but this position was also appointed by the Queen Mother. Now he only has the strength of Taiyi True Immortal, which is not enough in front of Dao Lord.

If Taojun blows his breath, he will die.

Daojun is already so powerful, but he still has a junior sister?

And, is it still us?

This...the old man didn't know what he thought of, and he shuddered suddenly.

"Our little junior sister has a bad temper and a weird temperament. She is... also difficult to get along with." As if he didn't feel the old man's fear at all, the man smiled slightly, "She prefers to play. We can't control it.

I won’t care about it. Now that she has come to your Penglai, I just came to see what is so good about Penglai.”

"This..." The old man said with difficulty. After gritting his teeth, he asked tentatively, "I wonder who is Daojun's junior sister?"

The man raised his hand and pointed lazily.

The old man looked over and was stunned when he saw the young man in white who was still silent in the water mirror.

Isn't that from a young boy?

Why did she become a junior sister?

"Take good care of our little junior sister." The man stood up slowly, stretched out his hand and flicked the skirt of his clothes, and the light at the end of his eyes suddenly became sharp, "If she suffered any injustice in Penglai, and I know about it..."

"No, no, no! Absolutely not!" The old man began to kowtow again, and no longer thought about the gender issue. "Xiaoxian guarantees with his soul that Daojun's junior sister will never suffer any injustice."

joke!

Who dares to let Daojun's junior sister suffer injustice?

Is there still life?

"It is not convenient for our junior sister's identity to be exposed." The sharp light in the man's eyes dispersed and turned into a gentle smile, "What should be done and what should not be done..."

"Xiao Xian understands, everyone understands." The old man kept wiping his sweat, "I will not disappoint Dao Lord, Dao Lord, Xiao Xian..."

When I looked up, there was no trace of a man anywhere in the palace.

"Huh..." The old man was completely paralyzed, and kept mumbling, "It's too terrible, my life will be shortened, my life span will be shortened!"

But he didn't dare to rest. Thinking of the previous threat, he quickly left the hall and went to the assessment place.

At the same time, Jun Muxian was slowly walking up the mountain.

After walking in, she saw the entire Penglai Mountain.

From a distance, they appear to be overlapping; from a close perspective, they appear steep and strange.

There are countless rare and exotic animals, a continuous stretch of flowers, plants and trees, the mountain peaks are green, and they are connected with the clear blue sky. It is hard to tell where is the sky and where is the earth.

After entering the mountain, the spiritual energy concentration increased again.

In this way, Jun Muzhen fed the little souls in the sea of ​​souls all the way, and arrived halfway up the mountain.

In order to hold the sect's major examination every three years, Penglai Mountain specially opened an open space with a radius of thousands of miles on the mountainside for cultivators from all over the world.

Jun Muqian arrived very late, and there was already a long queue in front of him, with no end in sight.

The more people there are, the more people will fish in troubled waters. The first assessment in Penglai Mountain is to test the bones.

As long as one test fails to meet the standards, he will be thrown out of Penglai Mountain as a warning to others.

In every session, many people will be thrown off Penglai Mountain, but there are still many practitioners who are lucky.

Jun Muqian stood far away, which did not prevent her from listening.
To be continued...