Ninja world narration: All ninjas beg me to be quiet

The inside of Zixiao Palace is quite simple, with only one high platform and six futons, and as for the back, there is a large vacant space.

Glancing at the six futons, Shen Long sat on the first futon without letting go.

In a moment, Sanqing followed closely behind, sitting next to Shen Long on the second, third, and fourth futons.

As for the last two futons, one was occupied by Nuwa, and the other was occupied by Hongyun.

"Hey, it's still a step too late!".

After countless powerhouses entered Zixiao Palace, they sighed one after another, there was no choice but to sit on the ground.

As for Shen Long, he was very happy, anyway, he grabbed the position, but he didn't need to care about the life or death of others.

And just when Shen Long was happy, the system prompt sounded in his ears again.

"Ding, congratulations to the host clan for breaking through 90 million and getting a reward, the best innate spirit treasure eight floating slaughter!".

"Ding, congratulations to the host clan for breaking through 100 million, getting a reward, and Hongmeng Purple Qi!"

The clansmen exceeded 100 million, and they actually rewarded Hongmeng Purple Qi, which Shen Long really didn't expect.

Now that he has finally grabbed a position, just to get Hongmeng Purple Qi, now that he has Hongmeng Purple Qi, does he still need to worship Hongjun as a teacher?

Once apprenticed, it was equivalent to owing Hongjun karma, so, after thinking about it for a while, Shen Long still chose to give up this opportunity.

And at this moment, Shen Long's afterglow caught a glimpse of Kunpeng in the corner.

"Kunpeng Daoyou, you come!".

"Huh, call me?".

Kunpeng looked at Shen Long in a daze, somewhat puzzled.

He didn't know Shen Long either, what did Shen Long tell him to do?

With a touch of kindness on his face, Shen Long smiled and said: "This emperor ancestral dragon, the leader of the dragon clan, and the Taoist friend is also a demon clan, and he is destined for this emperor, why don't this emperor give you this position, what do you think?"

"What?".

Before Kunpeng could be shocked, Sanqing on the side spoke first.

There are a total of six seats in Zixiao Palace, and Shen Long grabbed the first one, but he had to give it up, didn't he have a broken head?

But Shen Long doesn't look like a fool, why would he do such a thing?

Not understanding what Shen Long was doing, Tongtian reminded: "Fellow Daoist, the number of seats here is scarce, maybe it's of any great use, Fellow Daoist just let it go, do you need to think about it carefully?"

Tongtian is also kind, hoping that Shen Long will not give up his position so easily, but Shen Long has made up his mind, and Tongtian has no way to persuade him.

Of course, he would definitely not let Shen Long go so easily, what he had to do was naturally to seek benefits.

And just when Shen Long was about to give way to Kunpeng, outside the Zixiao Palace, two Taoists with yellow faces and thin muscles and sad faces suddenly appeared, and I saw one of them crying: "Hey, I think the two of us came from thousands of miles away from the bitter cold land of the West, just to listen to the sage's preaching, but I didn't expect that I didn't even have a seat, if I went back after listening to the sermon like this, wouldn't I have to be laughed to death by the Western creatures, in this case, it is better to die now!"

"Hehe, idiot!".

The powerhouses of Zixiao Palace could naturally see that this person was acting, so they didn't pay attention to him.

However, someone was conquered by that person's acting skills, yes, this person is Hongyun.

Hurriedly stood up, Hongyun spoke: "Don't cry this fellow Daoist, come and sit with me, I'll give you the seat!"

"Thank you Daoyou, poor Dao Zhun Ti, thank you Daoyou for your great kindness!"

Zhun Ti hurriedly bowed his hand to Hongyun, and there was no trace of tears on his face.

But Zhun Ti has a place, but there is no introduction, which makes Zhun Ti can't help but think crookedly.

It just so happened that Shen Long was about to stand up, which made Zhun Ti see an opportunity.

I saw Zhun Ti open his mouth and said: "This fellow Daoist, my brother has no place to take the lead, you see that you will have a convenient ........."

"Oh, what's the benefit?".

"As long as the Taoist friend is willing to give up a position, my brother and I are willing to agree to the three requests of the Taoist friend, no matter what!"

"Is that true?"

"Poor Dao swears to Heaven Dao, as long as it is not difficult for the two of us, I can agree to both of them!"

"Okay, the emperor agrees!".

Shen Long nodded, and the role of Zhun Ti was much greater than that of Kunpeng.

Since Zhun Ti was able to make a promise, there was no reason why he couldn't agree!

Besides, Zhun Ti is a saint of heaven, if he gives up his position to others, and finally Hongjun forcibly changes his position, wouldn't it be a big loss?

Therefore, it is better to give it to Zhun Ti, and wait until they are sanctified in the future, and don't kneel and lick themselves?

As Shen Long got up, there was also a place for the lead, but Kunpeng's face was ugly at this time!

The position that was originally in hand actually flew away, and it slipped away in front of his eyes, which made Kunpeng hate Zhun Ti.

At the same time, even with the red cloud, he was hated by Kunpeng.

If it weren't for Hongyun's abdication, how could this kind of mistake occur, if there is a chance in the future, he will definitely give Hongyun a bloody price!

Time passed quickly, and after waiting for a while, Hongjun's figure also quietly appeared in front of everyone.

After all, he was a saint, and Hongjun's momentum emanated, making everyone in Zixiao Palace unable to look up at him.

"Huh?".

Hongjun swept the futon seat below his eyes, and for some reason, his brows furrowed.

After a while, Hongjun glanced in Shen Long's direction and seemed to see something, but he didn't say much.

"After this time, you will not change your position, and the sermon will begin!"

As he spoke, Hongjun waved his sleeves, and the gate of Zixiao Palace closed, followed by bursts of obscene Dao sound throughout the entire Zixiao Palace.

And just as Hongjun was talking about the avenue, Shen Long quietly took out a stone from his cuff.

This treasure is called the Audio-Visual Stone, there are three pieces in total, and it has no attack or defense power, but it can perfectly record everything you see.

To put it bluntly, it's a modern version of the video recorder, but it's a VR version, which was useless when it was obtained before, but now it seems that it came in handy.

As long as Hongjun's sermon is recorded and released to the disciples of the Dragon Clan to see when the time comes, wouldn't it be possible to greatly improve the strength of the Dragon Clan?

Even if he has a quasi-saint cultivation, he can preach, but Shen Long doesn't think that he is comparable to Hongjun.

After all, he is the spokesperson of the way of heaven, and Hongjun does not say anything else, but his preaching skills are still very good.

In this way, under the Sanskrit sound of Hongjun's beautiful avenue, three thousand years of time are fleeting.

Shen Long also opened his eyes at the moment when Hongjun stopped preaching, and then quietly put away the audio-visual stone.