Chapter 800: Zhang Cang's Little Note

There are two conditions for participating in the sweetheart's birthday, and you only need to meet either one.

One is that if you cultivate to at least reach the Earth Immortal, as long as you cultivate higher than the Earth Immortal, you can participate in the birthday for free.

Because this level of strong people can come to their birthdays, it is to give face to the unintentional master, if you give me face, I will also give you face, and cultivation is the best pass! This is the privilege of the strong!

The second is to have an invitation letter from the Soul Refining Palace, as long as you have an invitation, you can participate regardless of your cultivation.

Of course, even if you can participate regardless of your cultivation, there is a prerequisite that you can get an invitation letter from the Soul Refining Palace, and basically the high-level people with real power in the Soul Refining Hall can have some places, which can be regarded as a benefit from the Soul Refining Hall to the high-level level, and this can also be regarded as a means to win people's hearts every day.

Of course, most people don't know the first condition, they haven't reached that level, and they don't even have the qualifications to know the news.

For example, these five ghosts of Huangquan, which sound very majestic, what kind of Huangquan is and what kind of ghosts, in fact, these are the five spiritual gods and one or two minor monks.

If you put it in a remote and barren small country, you can still be a big monk, but you can only be a small monk in the middle region, and it is a bit reluctant to be a centurion in the army.

Zhang Cang did not speak. Therefore, they were allowed to follow behind them by default.

Zhang Cang understood the careful thinking of these people, and did not speak, it can be regarded as a default, the little people also have the use value of the little people, what if these people are sensible, let them in.

If you don't obey, then you will be crushed to death.

"It's pretty impressive. Zhang Cang's eyes showed a hint of interest. Originally, I thought that no matter how big the sect of the Soul Refining Hall was in this deep mountain that was not passable, there would be restrictions, but now it seems that I have a small glimpse of the power of this Soul Refining Palace.

In the middle of the Cangbi Mountain Range, a black and white gate that is a hundred zhang high and majestic and towering stands on it, and behind the gate is a vague and continuous building, and there are disciples of the Soul Refining Hall on the left and right sides of the gate to welcome guests.

Looking at Zhang Cang who came over, the disciples of the Soul Refining Hall always felt very disobedient, and the other guests who came were either gloomy, as if someone owed him tens of millions and didn't pay it back.

Either that's full of demonic energy, and it looks like you're going to kill your whole family if you don't agree with each other.

And what's going on with this big fat man who is wearing a Confucian robe and smirks white and clean!

The good upbringing of the sect made the two people who were responsible for receiving the disciples not show their undeserved emotions on their faces.

With a formulaic smile, he stepped forward, "Does this fellow Daoist have an invitation?"

Zhang Cang glanced at the two of them, snorted coldly, took out a black bead from his arms and handed it to one of the disciples. "What's your two names?"

"Disciple Qingyue. "Disciple Mingfeng. "The two disciples were a little confused.

"Well, these five are my beloved disciples, take them in and see the world. Zhang Cang pointed to the five ghosts of Huangquan behind him and said.

Qingyue and Mingfeng glanced at each other, nodded and said, "It's a senior disciple, so there's no problem." ”

Zhang Cang turned his head, squinted his eyes and smiled warmly: "The five precious apprentices are not coming over soon?"

How did we become the apprentices of this fat man! The five ghosts of Huangquan were shocked, and they always felt a bad feeling, but at this moment they had no way to retreat, and they had the feeling of being on a thief ship.

After entering the inside, the five ghosts of Huangquan seemed to have walked into hell, and they could see monks with extremely terrifying breaths passing by everywhere, and they inadvertently looked at other people around them, and a cold air rose from the tail vertebrae.

Hurry up and follow behind "Master".

As everyone knows, Zhang Cang is also extremely sad in his heart, just feeling no less than ten heavenly immortal breaths, and there are dozens or hundreds of earth immortals, which almost includes nearly half of the demon Dao powerhouses in the Zhan Cang world.

I'm not a fierce man like Xiang Yu......

Zhang Cang's face was expressionless, and he reached out and touched the note hidden in his sleeve.

"Hahaha, welcome all friends to come to participate in the old man's 10,000-year-old birthday, you can come to give me the face of the unintentional master!" The unintentional Venerable Master, dressed in a yellow robe with white hair and white beard, did not know when to sit on the highest throne.

On both sides of it are futons, and all the monks sitting on them are immortals.

Below were the seats of hundreds of earth immortal monks, and finally the seats of the human immortals and other guests, Zhang Cang and the five ghosts of Huangquan were in an inconspicuous corner of the last group of seats.

Everyone applauded warmly, and the sunset on the horizon fell on the beard of the unintentional Venerable, dyed golden red, adding a bit of transcendent temperament out of thin air.

Zhang Cang lowered his head, and a note slipped out of his sleeve, with a line of words written on it......

"Fart! who's going to give you face!"

Zhang Cang suddenly got up and shouted angrily.

The sound is so loud that it constantly reverberates in the sky.

The entire venue fell silent.

It's like all the sounds are pulled out.

Everyone turned their heads to look at the fierce man who spoke.

The five ghosts of Huangquan standing behind Zhang Cang turned pale and sat on the ground in despair.

I already knew that this white fat man was a bad embryo with pus on the soles of his feet and sores on his head.

Even if you die by yourself, you still have to take my five brothers to the funeral together, and now we say that it's okay if it's not your apprentice? The five ghosts of Huangquan want to cry without tears.

"But...... Did the old man mishear?" the Heartless Master muttered for a moment. Speak slowly.

Zhang Cang took a deep breath and shouted loudly: "Yes, people in the Demon Dao, everyone will be punished!"

The five ghosts of Huangquan almost fainted.

If you just offended the Soul Refining Hall and the Heartless Master before. Now this sentence is to offend everyone present.

What kind of grudge do we have with you?

"Hey, I didn't expect a righteous bull's nose to come. There was a red-haired demon in the seat above, hehe, Senran spoke.

Zhang Cang was silent for a moment, took out the second note from his sleeve, and glanced down.

His face twitched slightly, he raised his head to look up at the sky, and said in a very sad tone: "Have you ever heard of a sword technique from the west?"

Ha?

Hearing Zhang Cang's words, many people habitually glanced up and westward.

Nothing.

At the top of a mountain peak in the west, Li Bai, dressed in white, stood on the top of the mountain with a sword, his clothes fluttering in the wind, and his sharp eyes seemed to have traveled through time and space to descend on the venue of the Soul Refining Palace.

The wind is up.

Li Bai felt a little cold, pulled his collar, and yawned.

Slowly raised the sword in his hand.

Everything changed the moment the sword was raised, and the lazy temperament on Li Bai's body disappeared without a trace in an instant, like a fairy sword piercing the sky!

A sword comes from the west, and the sword sweeps 30,000 miles into the sky!

The sharp sword light suddenly shattered, spreading at a terrifying speed, and then the immeasurable sword qi gushed out like a monstrous flood, overwhelming the sky!