The barefoot old ghost wrapped Yan Lan and his group, and after a while, he arrived in Gangtian Gate.

After Yan Lan landed, he saw the old ghost's Taoist temple, which was dilapidated and simple, and the Taoist temple was also short and rustic. It did not have any magnificent appearance of Taoism, but it was very different from what he expected.

Yan Lan originally thought that Gangtian Gate was so famous that the sect's terrain was majestic, magnificent, beautiful, and tigers were lying on the dragon plate. Now, when you see it in person, you are even less powerful than the Tiangang Gate in Shuang.

Especially before landing, Yan Lan showed that the Gangtian Gate was actually a sect composed of various hills, without even a gate. If the barefoot old ghost had brought him here, he would never have thought that this was the famous Gangtian Gate.

Yan Lan coughed dryly, and the senior brothers and sisters such as Xichen and Mo Li were also surprised, obviously the same as what he was thinking.

Zhao Qing also showed doubts on his face. He could not believe that this was one of the three major forces, Gangtianmen, who was famous in the territory of a million miles in a radius.

The barefoot old ghost saw Yan Lan and his eyes confused, patted his forehead and grinned, "Little guys, I am a little simpler here, but it's not simple at all. The territory here must be possessed by strength. Otherwise, if your territory is taken by other old guys, you can only move it to another place."

"Ahem, we are all monks. When we practice the great way of creation, we should use all our efforts to understand the way of heaven and man. We have no mood to build a magnificent mountain gate. With the mountain gate, we will have concerns in our hearts, and our hearts of Tao will become burdened, and we will not be so focused in our practice."

At this time, the old barefoot ghost seemed quite proud, raised his eyebrows and continued, "To put it bluntly, if you encounter an irresistible disaster in the future, you can run away with your shoes. How can you sacrifice your life for mere buildings, resulting in countless casualties? That's extremely foolish..."

"Senior Ancestor, you... don't wear shoes, is it just to run one step faster than others?"

Xi Chen stared at the barefoot old ghost's feet and suddenly interrupted the barefoot old ghost's words. He said thoughtfully.

The barefoot old ghost was stunned, subconsciously lowered his head, looked at his black feet, scratched his thin head, and some thin grass leaves fell from his fingertips.

He hesitated for a moment. The barefoot old ghost looked at Xi Chen and said with interest: "Good boy, he is very brave. He dares to joke with me. Hehe, I am broad-minded and will not care about you. To be honest, the old ghost's way of cultivation and enlightenment has a lot to do with this earth. Wearing shoes, you cannot understand the earth with your feet. Cough cough. You are still young and don't understand, and you don't understand it even if you say it."

Yan Lan smiled sly, bent down slightly, stared at the thick black mud on the barefoot old ghost's feet, and frowned and said, "Old ancestor, if you use your feet to perceive the earth, then wouldn't this thick layer of black mud hinder your perception?"

The barefoot old ghost glared at his eyes and used the curved wooden stick in his hand to knock on the black mud soles of his feet and said, "Everyone said you are still young and can't understand it even if you say it. This is not a black mud, it is clearly a Taoist mud, and it is extraordinary soil after you get Taoist mud. Hehe, this is the essence of the old ghost. Come on, I will be generous to you once today and give you some gifts as a meeting."

The barefoot old ghost moved his fingers and immediately there were nine black balls. They separated from his feet and floated towards Yan Lan and the nine people.

"Don't be polite, please accept it quickly. In the future, if you encounter someone you can't beat, take out this Taoist mud, inject some spiritual power, and throw it to the other party, and you can protect you once."

The barefoot old ghost recommended hard.

Mo Li raised her eyebrows and said with disgust: "Old ancestor, did this Taoist mud be blown away by smell after it exploded?"

Yan Lan, Xi Chen and others all grinned.

Even Wuse, Shi Xu, Beifeng and others smiled.

The barefoot old ghost curled his lips and pretended to be displeased: "Little girl, something that can retreat to the enemy is a treasure. Put it away quickly, otherwise I will change my mind. Even if you want it, you won't get it."

Yan Lan stared at the Taoist mud floating in front of him, and could not notice anything unusual. Since the old barefoot ghost was so sincere, he couldn't openly dislike it, so he gently brushed it and put it into the storage ring.

Zhao Qing was also lucky enough to get one. He was stunned for a moment. Seeing Yan Lan put it away, he couldn't refuse, so he had to put it away too.

The eyes of Qing Jian Wuchang flashed slightly. Although his cultivation level was not as good as before, he could not see through the Taoist mud in front of him. Whether it was as the barefoot old ghost said, he vaguely realized that this Taoist mud was indeed a little different from ordinary soil.

When the others saw Yan Lan put away the mud, they put it away one after another, but they just placed it at will, and did not treasure it as a treasure.

Just as Yan Lan and his friends were chatting and laughing, Gao Gao and the little madman were still diligently cultivating the Taoist temple in front of him.

Although the Taoist temple of the old Taoist with bare chest and the old ghost with barefoot are closely attached, they are actually insulated from each other. After all, these two weird old guys are not only disliked by others, but also dislike each other.

This isolation prohibition not only separates the breath, but also separates the sound.

The barefoot old ghost came back with Yan Lan and his group, and they restrained their breath and isolated it with Gao Gao and the little madman's cultivation and the restrictions, so it was naturally difficult to detect it.

Suddenly, the little madman slapped his head and said to Gao Gao: "Oh no, we only care about decorating and cleaning your master's Taoist temple, but we forgot that my master recruits disciples and should go to that Taoist temple. Oh, I think my extremely smart little madman actually made such a low-level mistake. Well, a wise man will make a mistake in every mistake, and this is the reason."

He glared at the little madman, shook his head angrily and said, "Oh, narcissistic guy. Okay, okay, my master is so close to your master, of course I have to clean up together. Let's go, clean up your master's Taoist temple first. His Taoist temple, tsk, is a hundred times more sloppy than my master."

The little madman stood up straight, showing his majestic temperament, wiped his forehead and said, "My master is casual. But my room is extremely clean and tidy. Otherwise, we will go to my room together in a while and we will talk, how about it?"

He waved his hand high and said, "Your dilapidated house is better for your junior brother to enter next. I'm not interested. Let's go and stop being too slow. If the barefoot ancestor comes back and sees my master's Taoist temples neatly and his Taoist temple is messy, he will definitely be dissatisfied with you."

The little madman nodded, then jumped up and fell into the bald old ghost's courtyard with Gao Gao.

The little madman and Gao Gao carried the exempted jade slips, and this restriction did not hinder them. They were just used to isolate the audio-visual of the barefoot old ghost and the bare-breasted old Taoist.

As soon as the little madman landed, he saw the people in the yard and immediately said in surprise: "Master, you are back, he... are they all my junior brothers?"

The barefoot old ghost was about to shake his head and deny it. Yan Lan walked to the barefoot old ghost and laughed: "That's right, senior brother and sister, please see the master quickly and the new senior brother."

Xichen, Mo Li, Shi Xu, Bei Feng and Tong Qiong immediately understood the truth and bowed to him, "Disciple, pay homage to Master, have met Senior Brother."

When the barefoot old ghost heard this, he seemed to be hit by thunder, jumped three feet high, and quickly waved his hand and said, "Yan... Yan Lan, old ghost, I... I only said that I would accept you as my disciple. This time, there are too many people..."

The barefoot old ghost didn't even speak so easily, but he smiled bitterly in his heart: "Now, if I have taken so many disciples, their talent is not as talented as Yan Lan. If I dragged the Gangtian Sect back, those old guys would have to laugh out loud."

In fact, Gangtian Sect recruits disciples very strictly, and every disciple represents the dignity of the master, so those ancestors will never easily accept disciples.

In other words, being able to become a disciple of the Gangtian Sect will definitely undergo extremely harsh screening, and only one of the billions of people will get this opportunity.

Therefore, in this millions of miles of territory, the geniuses of countless families have great honor to be able to enter the Gangtian Gate.

At this time, the barefoot ancestor wanted to accept six people, including Yan Lan, as disciples. If the other ancestors of the sect knew about it, they would definitely become a laughing stock.

Unless, all these disciples are comparable to geniuses, and their cultivation is enough to shake the top disciples in the Gangtian Sect.

However, geniuses are not grass on the ground, so they are not that easy to find.

Just as the old barefoot ghost was having a headache, several figures floated from the sky, and these figures were talking.

One of the voices was quite loud, and it came from afar: "Haha, I heard that the barefoot old ghost is going to accept disciples again. I came to see what new disciples have. What are the three heads and six arms? Oh, I will accept six disciples at once. Barefoot old ghost, are you crazy about taking disciples? It's a small matter to attract all the turtle turtles. It's a small matter to lose your face. If you ruin the name of our Gangtian Sect, that's a big matter!" (To be continued.)

ps:            The fairy Qidian account has been stolen these days, and the losses have been huge. It has been broken for several days. I am very sorry.
Chapter completed!