Chapter 562: Chief Disciple of Heavenly Dao Sect 78

"Is anyone here? May I ask if this fat chicken is your spirit beast? He has been lingering since he came to my place and ate a lot of peach blossom cakes, and now I'm bringing them back to you..." The person standing at the gate of the yard smiled. After saying this, when he looked up and saw the three people in the yard, the smile on his face froze.

The city lord, Luo'an Mausoleum and Yu Xinlan looked at each other, and did not speak for a while.

As soon as the big yellow chicken in the arms of the city lord saw Luo Yunyi, it chirped twice, flapping its wings, and was about to fly towards Luo Yunyi. As a result, just two steps away, it fell down quickly like a big rock.

"Be careful!" The city lord took two steps forward, took the big yellow chicken into his arms, and said with lingering fear, "If you can't fly, come down and walk."

"Thank you." Luo Yunyi stepped forward and took the big yellow chicken from the city lord's arms.

"Yun... ah, senior." The city lord wanted to call Yun Yi, but he just yelled out a word, realized that the past and the present were different, saluted, and called senior. As the chief disciple of Tiandao Sect, Luo Yunyi certainly could afford to be the senior of any small city lord. It's just that the person in front of him is different, it's his grandfather.

Luo Yunyi hugged the big yellow chicken and looked at the old man who was more than ten years old in front of him, feeling a little complicated. The appearance of a monk is not easy to change. But these days, the person in front of him has become so emaciated.

"Grandpa, do you want to come in for a cup of tea?" Luo Yunyi finally couldn't bear it and asked.

"I, can I?" The city lord looked at Luo Yunyi flattered.

Before Luo Yunyi could speak, the city lord shook his head again, looked at Luo Anling and Yu Xinlan, and bowed to them: "I'm sorry, although you may not need this apology, I still want to say it. "

After saying this, the city lord turned around and left quickly.

Luo Anling looked at his father's back, his lips moved, as if he wanted to say something, but he still didn't say it in the end.

Yu Xinlan glanced at Luo Anling, and said angrily: "Okay, go talk to him if you want. Anyway, I'm still angry now. Maybe I'll be willing to talk to him when the weather clears up. But not now."

"Then I won't go either, and I'm still angry." Luo Anling said.

Luo Yunyi glanced at his parents, and went out with the big yellow chicken in his arms.

Mother said that time is always the best medicine for healing.

As for monks, what they lack most is time.

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It has been six days since Tiandaomen initiated the invitation, and there are still monks coming in a steady stream. But Tiandaomen is like an infinite space, no matter how many people come, it can accommodate it, which amazes the monks.

Tiandaomen announced that the competition will be held in six days. In the next six days, the number of monks who came to Tiandaomen gradually decreased, and almost all the monks who should come came.

The elders of the four major sects are the judges of the audition.

Anyone who participates in the competition, no matter who they are, can sign up, and there is no age limit for chef training. But to participate in sword and spell competitions, all participating monks must be under forty years old, and after entering the competition arena, their cultivation bases will become the same. People with low-level cultivation bases will improve their strength in the arena, and monks with high strength A cultivation level will naturally be invalid after stepping down. In other words, to win depends on one's own understanding of spells and swordsmanship, as well as personal battle plans. Develop the same strength to the maximum.

This just surprised the monks, Tiandaomen can even do such a thing.

This made many low-level monks overjoyed.