After hearing what Lishan's mother said, Xuanwu Tianzun didn't ask much. Xuanwu Tianzun was still a little afraid of Lishan's mother. Xuanwu Tianzun also knew that Lishan's mother's cultivation was unfathomable. If she hadn't wanted to compete for fame and fortune and had always been low-key, I was afraid that the spiritual leader of this casual cultivator would not be him.

Of course, with Xuanwu Tianzun's intelligence, he could guess that Lishan's mother should have a background. However, I'm afraid he never thought that Lishan's mother was the incarnation of the Virgin Mary and a disciple of the saint.

While the two were talking, some other people who came to participate in the Taoist discussion meeting woke up from their insights one after another. Then they started to talk in surprise and were extremely curious about the sound of the flute.

Seeing this, Xuanwu Tianzun, who coughed lightly, had to say vaguely: "Well! fellow Taoists, the sound of the flute was played by a master with spiritual cultivation. He happened to pass by my Beimeng Mountain."

"Tianzun, I wonder who this master is?" Old Ancestor Wang Ao asked curiously.

"This" Xuanwu Tianzun hesitated for a moment before speaking, and said, "I believe you have heard of his name Wang Ao. That person has a name in the world of cultivators, called 'Xiaoyue Zhenren'."

When the ancestor Wang Ao heard this, his expression changed slightly: "Zheng Yue Zhen?"

"Wang Ao, you seem to be surprised?" Lishan's mother looked at Wang Ao's ancestor with a meaningful smile and said.

Xuanwu Tianzun couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and said, "What? Wang Ao, do you know anything about this true person Xiaoyue?"

"Oh, no! I just heard of it. I heard that this true man Xiaoyue has a profound cultivation level, is good at music, and is quite mysterious. He is a free and unrestrained person." Old Ancestor Wang Ao shook his head slightly and smiled faintly.

However, Xuanwu Tianzun and Lishan Laomu still saw a faint scent of concealment from their expressions.

The deep meaning in the eyes of the old mother of Pear Blossom has a stronger sense of meaning, but she didn't say anything more.

However, others seemed very interested in the topic of Xiaoyue Zhenren and started talking about it lively. Some people couldn't help but say that it would be great if they could worship under the Zhenren.

Hearing this, Lihua's mother couldn't help but smile. Seeing this made Xuanwu Tianzun even more confused.

However, Old Ancestor Wang Ao was not surprised by the performance of Lihua Lao Mother, but just frowned slightly.

Slowly, after the lively discussion about Xiaoyue Zhenren passed, with Xuanwu Tianzun's interference, everyone continued to start the Taoist discussion meeting again.

Those who practice immortals may have a few months or several years of enlightenment at one time. When this theory starts, time passes quickly.

In a blink of an eye, more than twenty days passed, and the discussion meeting of almost a month finally came to an end. The final discussion of the Taoist mother of Lihua was the one who said nothing more than everyone here.

After savoring and talking about the way that Lihua Laomu discussed, everyone looked at Xuanwu Tianzun.

At the Dao Conference, the real big head is about to begin, which is the unreserved sermon of Xuanwu Heavenly Lord.

Of course, this is a bit exaggerated without reservation. But Xuanwu Tianzun's preaching was indeed generous and enough to benefit everyone. This is also the reason why they really attracted them to the Taoist discussion conference, and it made them all agree that Xuanwu Tianzun was the leader of the casual cultivator. These monks are so realistic. They are pursuing immortality and immortality. Whoever can help them on this road can get their gratitude and recognition.

"Haha, the conference on Taoism is about to end, so I will discuss the Taoism for the last time and communicate with all the fellow Taoists," Xuanwu Tianzun looked at everyone with a faint smile.

While speaking, Xuanwu Tianzun started to speak. Seeing this, everyone below was almost excited and sounded seriously, and sometimes looked at the faces of contemplation. However, after careful observation, you can find that Wang Ao and Lihua Lao Mu were not too serious, but seemed a little casual.

Three days passed in a blink of an eye. Xuanwu Tianzun, who had finished his preaching, asked everyone to stay on the mountain with a smile, so that they could communicate with each other for a few more days. Of course, everyone would not give this face.

The sun rises and the sun sets, and in a blink of an eye, the days passed. Most of the people knew each other and rarely met each other once. Three or five friends were chatting about the truth, and they were happy.

Clouds and mists lingered, the white jade-like corridors and the huge white stone pavilion were connected to each other, and more than a dozen younger generations of different ages were scattered and played in groups of three or three. Over the past few days, these little guys have had more or less friendships. They have a good temperament and even have good innocent friendships.

Their teachers all went to ask Xuanwu Tianzun to resign, so they also cherished this time of not much time together.

In the corner of the pavilion, Xue Dingshan and Fan Lihua were sitting side by side, talking and laughing casually.

Maybe it was because they were both geniuses, or maybe it was the cause of fate. After they met, they soon became very close to each other.

"Xue Dingshan, right? I heard you are very awesome! At a young age, you have already had the late stage of incarnation cultivation. It's very good! How about it, are you interested in having a chance to compete with me?" A young man wearing a light yellow tight robe, looking fifteen or sixteen years old, with an arrogant look straight to Xue Dingshan, and looked shiningly at Fan Lihua as he spoke.

Xue Dingshan frowned slightly when he heard this, and then he looked up at the young man and said calmly: "Li Luanhu, this is Beimeng Mountain, not a place to start a trial."

"You're not afraid anymore, are you?" The young Li Luanhu raised his chin slightly when he heard this, and asked with a sneer.

Soon, two or three of the other little guys who saw the situation here also started to ridicule Xue Dingshan. The people who spoke were all boys, and they were about the same age as Xue Dingshan or a few years old. Speaking of which, they were no longer satisfied with Xue Dingshan. Not only because Xuanwu Tianzun valued Xue Dingshan's talent, their teachers also asked them to take Xue Dingshan as an example, which made them complain, but also because Xue Dingshan and Fan Lihua were getting close to each other.

There are very few girls in these little guys. Fan Lihua is undoubtedly the most outstanding and attractive one among them. These little guys may not know what admiration means, but many of them have a good impression of Fan Lihua. Fan Lihua is like a snow lotus, mysterious and cold, but it attracts them. Naturally, they are jealous of Xue Dingshan who is close to Fan Lihua.

Faced with their provocation, Xue Dingshan frowned a little and couldn't help but grit his teeth and stood up. After all, he was young and could not be so calm.

However, Fan Lihua only frowned slightly. Seeing Xue Dingshan get up, she just glanced at everyone in front of him with a slightly cold look.

"Why, I'm not afraid anymore? I thought that the son of King Xue Rengui, who was shoulder to shoulder, was a bloodless coward!" Seeing Xue Dingshan get up, Li Luanhu laughed even harder.

Xue Dingshan, who held his hands slightly tightly, looked at Li Luanhu coldly and said in a deep voice: "Stop talking nonsense!"

Before he finished speaking, Xue Dingshan rushed towards Li Luanhu at a little while.

"Good come!" Li Luanhu, who grinned, took action without hesitation and started fighting with Xue Dingshan in the Baishi Pavilion. For a moment, the sound of fighting and cheers in the pavilion rang out.

Seeing the two of them getting more fierce in fighting each other, Fan Lihua, who frowned a little, also stood up.

Li Luanhu is a few years older than Xue Dingshan. His talent is pretty good, and he has the peak cultivation level of the God Transformation, and he is completely overwhelming Xue Dingshan. Not long after the two fought, Xue Dingshan was at a disadvantage.

A dull sound of "Peng" was heard. After a while of fighting, Xue Dingshan was finally forced back by Li Luanhu with one move. His little face was slightly red and covered his chest.

"Haha? Why? Are you not convinced?" Seeing Xue Dingshan gritting his teeth and staring at him, Li Luanhu couldn't help but sneer. Then a ruthless slight flipped his hands in his eyes, and a golden light appeared in his palm. It turned into a sharp golden arc and threw it towards Xue Dingshan.

Seeing this, Xue Dingshan's expression changed and was about to flash back, but a small white figure appeared in front of him.

The golden arc of light collided with a jade palm emitting bright white light, and a blood light appeared in an instant.

"Pear!" Looking at Fan Lihua's jade hands flowing out of blood, Xue Dingshan suddenly changed his expression and rushed forward.

The golden arc of light dissipated, and Li Luanhu, who was slightly stunned, saw this, his face changed slightly, and a trace of haze flashed in his eyes, gritting his teeth and resentment.

The group of people who were already applauding around him, but now they saw Fan Lihua being injured, they were silent for a while.

"Lihua, are you okay?" Xue Dingshan said in a hurry.

Looking down at the blood on his jade hand, Fan Lihua said softly with a calm expression: "Nothing!"

With a 'hiss', Xue Dingshan hurriedly tore open his clothes and carefully wrapped his wounds for Fan Lihua.

Looking at Xue Dingshan's serious appearance, Fan Lihua's beautiful eyes flashed slightly, and her lips curled up slightly.

"Lihua, does it still hurt?" Xue Dingshan looked up at Fan Lihua and asked nervously.

"It's really okay!" Fan Lihua, who shook her head slightly, had a stronger smile on her originally cold little face. She saw Xue Dingshan was a little stunned. Instead, she reacted and couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. She reached out and scratched her head.

Seeing this, Li Luanhu was jealous and couldn't help but gritted his teeth and said in a low voice: "Xue Dingshan, what's the point of asking a girl to help you block the knife? Could it be that you will only hide behind women?"

"Li Luanhu! You have hurt Lihua, don't go too far!" Xue Dingshan looked at Li Luanhu coldly when he heard this.

Li Luanhu, who sneered, turned to Fan Lihua and said, "Lihua! Such a useless coward, why do you save him? He is so useless, and there will be more times for you to protect him in the future."

"Xue Dingshan, why are you glaring?" Li Luanhu tilted his head and looked at Xue Dingshan who was gritting his teeth and staring at him. He immediately sneered: "If you have the kindness, you will defeat me by yourself! If you don't have that ability, don't be tough!"

Seeing Xue Dingshan's little face turned red, like a volcano about to erupt, a gentle voice with a smile suddenly sounded: "Haha! It's interesting. Little guy, then, what would you choose if you face an invincible enemy? Do you bow your head and ask for it?"

Li Luanhu, who had a slightly frown, couldn't help but turn his head and look in the direction where the sound came.

The little guys in the pavilion also turned around and saw Xiaoyue wearing white clothes and a faint smile walking from the corridor ahead. Beside him, Bai Ying, who was the same white clothes and exuded a cold temperament.

"Senior!" Fan Lihua, whose beautiful eyes flashed slightly, shouted at Xiaoyue and Bai Ying first.

The other little guys reacted and were busy saluting the two of them respectfully.

Li Luanhu, who had gritted his teeth slightly, lowered his head and flashed a trace of gloom in his eyes. But he still did not dare to be rude.

These little guys are not stupid either. From the aura and demeanor of Xiaoyue and Bai Ying, it can be seen that they must be of high-level cultivation. The monks who met on Beimeng Mountain, except for Taoist children, are naturally senior masters.

Xiaoyue, who had a smile on her face, said slowly, "Little guys, you rarely come to Beimeng Mountain, and you are all rare talents from the Taoist sect in the future. This time, the Taoist Conference is about to end. Before you go back, I will send you some magical weapons and treasures on behalf of Xuanwu Tianzun."

Divine weapons and treasures? When the little guys heard this, they all looked at Xiaoyue with shiny eyes. They followed the masters to learn skills and naturally had extraordinary experiences. When they became teachers in the future, they might be able to give Divine weapons and weapons or treasures with them with them. However, those things are still out of reach for them now.

Among the crowd, Fan Lihua's beautiful eyes flashed slightly, and she looked at Xiaoyue with a little curiousness.

Xue Dingshan, who was standing next to Fan Lihua, couldn't help but look at Xiaoyue with a hint of expectation and curiosity.

Li Luanhu couldn't help but breathe slightly heavier. His face turned red, as if Xiaoyue was the magic weapon and treasure, which made him unable to help being obsessed.

Looking at the little guys' performance, Xiaoyue, who had a stronger smile on her face, couldn't help but turn her hands slightly to take out a gray and inconspicuous spirit bead. The spirit bead shone slightly in Xiaoyue's hand, and a cool breath spread out, making the little guys affected excitedly, and all looked at the spirit bead with more passionate and curiosity.

"This is" Fan Lihua felt the breath of the spirit bead. She couldn't help but feel a hint of doubt flashed through her beautiful eyebrows and her eyes.

Facing the eyes of everyone, Xiaoyue, who had a faint smile on her face, quickly fell directly on Fan Lihua: "Fan Lihua? Not afraid of danger. Stand up to save people and stop the previous struggles. It is rare! This spirit pearl is a protective treasure, and I will give it to you today."

"This" Fan Lihua, who had a slightly frown of eyebrows, started to hesitate a little.

Seeing this, Xiaoyue couldn't help but raise her eyebrows and smiled unexpectedly: "Why, don't you like this spirit bead?"

Before Fan Lihua could speak, a gentle laugh rang out: "Hehe, Lihua, since Master Xiaoyue is so loving, you can accept that spiritual pearl and treasure!"

"Teacher!" Fan Lihua turned her head and saw the old mother of Lishan who was walking towards her with a smile on her face.

At the same time, behind Lishan Lao Mother, there were also casual cultivators who came to participate in the Taoist discussion meeting with the ancestor Wang Ao, ancestor Wang Chan, the Taoist Taoist of Beihai, the Holy Mother of the Golden Sword, the Holy Mother of the Yellow Flower, the Heavenly Lord of the Golden Axe, etc.

At this time, most of these people looked at Master Xiaoyue with a little awe and surprise. They did not expect that Master Xiaoyue was so generous that he was willing to give some magical weapons and treasures to their disciples. Could it be that Master Xiaoyue was too many treasures to use?

However, since Lishan’s mother had spoken, Fan Lihua was naturally not polite. She hurriedly stepped forward to take the spirit bead from Zhenren Xiaoyue’s hand and thanked him respectfully.

"Haha!" Zhenren Xiaoyue, who nodded with a smile, immediately turned his hand slightly and a simple dark red sword appeared in his hand. Zhenren Xiaoyue, who was holding the hilt of the sword in one hand and the scabbard in the other hand, pulled out the sword with a light corner of his mouth slightly. In an instant, a violent and fierce aura burst out from the scabbard. There was a flash of thunder and fire on the sword body that was slowly unsheathed, causing the surrounding void to tremble slightly.

Feeling the aura emitted by the ancient sword, Lishan's mother and others were all moved. Except for the few such as Lishan, most of them couldn't help but look greedy. And the little guys even widened their eyes and saliva was almost flowing out. This sword looked much more powerful than the spiritual pearl treasure.

A "boom" sounded, and as Zhenren Xiaoyue drew his sword out of the sheath, he waved his sword casually, and suddenly a sharp sword energy with the power of thunder and fire shot out, causing the top of a steep mountain in the distance to explode, and a large amount of gravel rolled down.

Turning back to the sword and returning to the sheath, he looked at the long sword in his hand that seemed ordinary and simple again. Master Xiaoyue looked up at the little guys in front of him who were trembling in his heart and smiled: "This sword, called Zi Lie, has the power of thunder and fire destruction, and is a rare magical sword weapon."

"Fan Lihua, from today on, this purple sword will be yours," Xiaoyue turned to smile and looked at Fan Lihua, and threw it to Fan Lihua as she spoke.

Fan Lihua subconsciously reached out to take it, and the purple sword in her hand couldn't help but tremble slightly, and a trace of thunder fire faintly scattered, but it was not hurting Fan Lihua's jade hand at all, as if she had recognized Fan Lihua.

"The Divine Sword recognizes the master! Lishan Mother, you disciple is really a blessing!" Old Ancestor Wang Ao couldn't help but say.
To be continued...