Chapter 720

When the Ming River knocks, Chenghao turns to look at Fuxi beside him.

"Fuxi had a teacher and apprentice relationship with me before I became a saint. He should be my relative disciple!"

"Thank you, teacher!"

Fuxi learned the practice of the Ming River before, and made nine respectful kowtows, which was a complete connection with Chenghao.

"Zhenyuanzi, with extraordinary roots and feet, is more from the point-based shape of this seat, and can be my relative disciple!"

"Thank you, teacher!"

Zhenyuan son was excited. Although he had already guessed that he would become a disciple of the Taoist ancestor, he was finally satisfied with his wish, and still made him feel very excited to be self-contained.

After the first ceremony of Zhenyuan Zi, Chenghao shut up and kept silent.

"Teacher!"

The red cloud sitting on the right side of Zhenyuan son was in a hurry. All the three people who sat in the first three became the disciples of the Taoist ancestors. How did they get to their fourth person, the Taoist ancestor said nothing?

Is it really too low for the Taoist to be a disciple?

Hearing the low voice of red cloud, Chenghao came back to God from his meditation. He first glanced at the red cloud, and then focused on the two men.

"You two, who have an unfinished cause and effect with this seat, can be my registered disciple. You, will you? "

Zhunti and his guide looked at each other. They all showed a pity in their eyes. Unfortunately, they were not able to become the disciples of the ancestors because of their shallow fortune.

"Thank you, I'll wait!"

Although the registered disciple is not allowed to pass on his own, however, it is not the disciple of the Taoist ancestor. It is better than other gods who even the registered disciples do not have.

Seeing the promise and receiving the two people to knock the first ceremony, red cloud immediately can not sit.

Three on the left of him became the disciples of the Taoist ancestors; the two on the right became the disciples of the Taoist ancestors. How could they be the one who sat in the middle, but they were ignored by the Taoist ancestors?

"The teacher is pitiful. For the sake of the disciple's heart seeking Tao, take the disciple!"

Red cloud is a good man, but the heart of seeking Tao is not weak. Now, he is watching the opportunity in front of him. If he doesn't grasp one, he will let it slip away at the fingertips. Then, don't you regret life?

Chenghao frowned and told the truth, he was not very eager to accept a disciple of such a good man, such as Hongyun, a man of central air conditioning character. After all, if the robbery was opened, it would be the most likely to be killed by people.

After all, the whole Honghuang knows that you are a good man. This weakness is too obvious. It is not too difficult to set a trap to kill you.

"I hope my teacher is pitiful!" Seeing the frown of Daozu, the red cloud suddenly felt bad, and touched Zhenyuan Zi quietly, hoping that Zhenyuan Zi could help him talk about his feelings.

Zhenyuanzi is also worthy of being a close friend of Hongyun. He stands up and salutes Chenghao.

"Although there are some shortcomings in my body, brother Hongyun can learn from the heart of Tao. Please give him a chance!"

Seeing Zhenyuan Zi rise to ask for love for Hongyun, Cheng Hao sighs, "just, although you and I have a shallow relationship with the apprentices, you can sit in the first row of positions, and you really have the qualification to be my disciple!"

"So, you will be a registered disciple under our door!"

"Thank you, teacher!"

Red cloud cried with joy and kept knocking on the ground, until he was pulled up by Zhenyuan Zi, he still did not forget to boxing his old friend.

He knew clearly that his father's family was not satisfied with himself. If yuan Zi of the town at last asked for help, he would probably have passed the chance and there would be no chance of Sanctification in the future.

Looking at the red cloud, the gods were full of envy and chagrin.

Now, they have naturally understood that the six positions in the front row are prepared by the Taoist ancestors for their disciples. Who can sit in the front row can become the disciples of the Taoist ancestors.

Even those who are not top of the list of cultivation and potential can become the disciples of the Taoist ancestors. Naturally, they show the importance of the first row of positions.

But unfortunately, they did not grasp the opportunity before. If they knew that the first row of positions contained such a mystery, it would be more related to whether they could become holy in the future. What to say, they would have to fight for death when they first entered the Haotian palace!

But now, the Taoist ancestor has already chosen his disciples. Everything has been settled. It is too late to fight for it.

"Teacher, you said before, you should have seven disciples in your door. Now there is a place for poor disciples to practice hard for hundreds of millions of years, will you give them the last one?"

When the gods were full of envy and regret looking at the Ming River and others, the earth suddenly came out of the crowd, and came directly to the front, and began to bow at Chenghao and salute constantly, and the colors were full of the color of grief.

Lie in the groove, forget to have a place this matter!

There was a howl in the hearts of the gods, and they knew that this last opportunity had been missed. If there was no accident, the Taoist ancestor would probably give the last place to the later land.Sure enough, Cheng Hao nodded with a smile in the voice of Houtu's constant pleading. "It's unexpected that you can have such a heart for seeking Tao. In this case, you are the last registered disciple of this seat!"

"In this case, the seven disciples of this seat have been collected. If you have nothing to do, you can go back!"

After glancing at the gods below, Cheng Hao still looked forward to his gods. Cheng Hao looked as usual, without any intention of being soft hearted.

"Teacher, I have one more thing to look for. Please tell me, who can become a saint A God just got up and asked with a fluke mind.

Over the years, the gods have been basically determined to talk about metaphysics and Taoism in the city of enlightenment. There are quite a few holy places in the famine. I'm afraid that the number of holy places is in the hands of the two Taoists. In fact, it is the will of the Daozu that the gods can become saints.

Although he knew that Daozu would definitely give the number of saints to his disciples, the gods were still lucky. If Haotian Daozu had seven more holy places, wouldn't they still have a chance to compete?

"I am not a saint of the heavenly way. I am not pleased by the way of heaven. I have only won six saints from the hands of heaven!" Cheng Hao sat on the high platform and slowly opened his mouth to answer such a question.

Seven disciples, but only six saints?

The gods sighed in their hearts that this holy place was not enough for the disciples of Daozu, and how could they get them in turn.

"Ming River, Fuxi, zhenyuanzi, you three are my own disciples, can get the holy throne!"

Seeing that except for the river Styx, the other disciples all raised their heads, full of tension. Cheng Hao no longer hesitated, and directly began to distribute the holy throne!

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