As soon as Jiao Suqing's voice fell, those scattered cultivators below began to crowd on both sides to dodge. On the contrary, the monks standing on the stage only frowned slightly, and did not seem to want to dodge.

Even the monks who had the idea of dodging in their hearts, seeing that the fellow Taoists next to them had no intention of shaking at all, they naturally stood in place. Even if it's just to save face, you have to support it on this stage.

But despite this, there was still no regard for face on the stage, and Jiao Suqing was so frightened by a word from Jiao Suqing that he ran away.

Nuomi looked at the monks scurrying around on the stage, and couldn't help but be a little speechless.

Qin Guanglan also stretched her neck to look, and when she saw the noisy scene on the stage, she didn't know what to say. Choked for a while, then asked, "Do you remember what sect that is?" ”

"When I sang it before, it seems that it was under the Baolun Gate." Nuomi replied with some hesitation. She looked at the monk in the stands, who was still holding her head, and then she said with certainty, "Baolunmen, that's right. Just because of the figure of the same way and the second son of the treasure wheel, is it really ?? I remembered. ”

"Baolun Gate." Qin Guanglan nodded and said mercilessly, "It seems that it is better not to deal with this sect in the future." ”

Nuomi turned her head to look at the chubby monk on the stage, and felt that this monk actually looked quite kind. Although he is a little timid, he is not forced to prop himself on the table, and he is still a good person. It's just that since Qin Guanglan said this, she didn't dare to say anything, so she could only nod silently on the side.

Before they had finished speaking, they saw the dark clouds in the sky suddenly gather together, as if they were pinched together by an invisible giant hand, and they tightened more and more, and even the raindrops that fell became sparse, as if the rain had been squeezed clean together. The large dark clouds had been squeezed into a small mass in an instant, and they only hovered over the small piece of sky on the stage.

"Hey, this is—"

It's a pity that the next questioner couldn't finish the conversation.

The monk on the stage was still puzzled. But he heard a deafening thunder from the clouds, and there was a purple light in front of him.

Without waiting for the monk to react, he saw a purple thunder as thick as a giant python slashing down in the air, as if it was about to split through the heavens and the earth, and fell straight down towards the platform.

The most calm on the face of this one is probably the glutinous rice.

She didn't even wait for this thunder to fall on the stage, she already knew that this heavenly thunder had no power at all. Although she couldn't describe the feeling during this period, this sudden "Heavenly Thunder" was really far from the Heavenly Tribulation she had seen in the Immortal Forest. If it is said that the heavenly tribulation in the immortal forest can be cleaved all the way to people's hearts, then this one on the stage now. I'm afraid I can only dazzle the flower man's eyes a little.

Even the frightened screams of the monks around them. None of them were covered by this thunderbolt. It can be seen that this heavenly thunder actually does not exude any spiritual pressure at all.

That thunder came and went very suddenly. After the thunder had dissipated that day, the monks around them realized that there was a young monk dressed in blue clothes on the stage. In addition to being extremely tall, the monk's long green hair was also very eye-catching.

The monk smiled and looked at the chaotic situation of the monks below. Obviously happy with the chaos he caused when he came out.

Seeing him like this, Nuomi couldn't help but show a faint smile on his face.

When she first saw Jiao Suqing on the top of the mountain gate, Jiao Suqing used the spiritual pressure she used to fight against the group of immortals, making Nuomi think what an arrogant figure she was inside the door and how difficult it would be. Unexpectedly, after a little contact, I found that the other party turned out to be a very soft personality. Although it cannot be said to be gentle, it is actually quite considerate of others, and it is very pleasing to people. It's just that I don't know if it's because of the nature of Jiaolong. If Jiao Suqing wants to appear, it will create a very lively atmosphere, and it is no wonder that Wen Ren can talk to him.

"Almighty, what are you??"

The voice of the city lord came out slowly.

Jiao Suqing waved his hand impatiently and preached. "Aren't you just here for a conference? Now that I've arrived, I haven't broken anything on your stage. If you want to get started, start now, and don't waste time. ”

The city lord's voice was interrupted by Jiao Suqing, and he was really silent.

At this time, the monk who was in charge of chanting the newspaper Fang Shi reacted, and it was much later, and finally sang:

"Greetings-Spirit Demon Realm-Air General-Jiao Suqing-Coming-"

And he sang, "The immortals have arrived—welcome to their seats—"

When everyone on the stage heard what he said, they each took a few steps back and sat down in their seats. The heavy rain just now obviously had no effect on them. It's just that the top of the seat is slightly wet, and they can dissipate all the moisture on it with a wave of their sleeves.

Jiao Suqing naturally wouldn't be so obedient, as early as when he fell, he had already sat down in his position with a big grin, and smiled at the Baolun Gate monk who jumped to the side with his head in his arms. With his cultivation as the same identity, no one dared to complain or anything in front of him, so he could only acquiesce to his actions.

Nuomi was still trembling a little when she heard the voice of the newspaper, obviously frightened by the thunder that fell from Su Qing, and couldn't help but feel a little sympathetic.

But no matter what, the sect assembly was finally able to begin.

After introducing the sects that came to the conference, and inviting the stewards of those sects to take their seats, it was finally the turn of those scattered cultivators to come to the stage to accept the selection of the sects.

It was the same monk who had been singing the newspaper and opened his mouth and called out a name, and the monk came up to the stage to greet the stewards on the stage.

It's just that when Fang Shi called out the name of the first monk, there was a commotion in the audience.

"Xu Jingyuan--Xu Jingyuan's Daoyou-"

The monk who sang the newspaper patiently repeated the name twice, and then saw a monk who was drenched in answer was pushed out of the crowd and pushed all the way to the stage.

The monk who was pushed was probably Xu Jingyuan, but he didn't seem to want to go on stage, he cried and lost his face, and while trying to push away those hands on his back, he couldn't withstand the push of everyone, so he could only be pushed to the stage helplessly, with a dejected look on his face.

As soon as Qin Guanglan saw the appearance of that person, he immediately burst into laughter.

"He's like this, but it's miserable enough. If I were like this, I would definitely not want to go on stage. To say, this cub is also unlucky. I thought that I had drawn the first number of Tianzi and would be able to get off to a good start, but I didn't expect that the demon cultivator power would come so suddenly. As soon as the rain poured down, I don't know if everyone was stunned, but it seemed to be drenched without shelter. Tsk, even if I was on stage, I couldn't have been such a wolf-bèi monk. Ruined, ruined. ”

"Really? But his information hasn't been said yet. What if it's really a great one? Nuomi looked at the monk named Xu Jingyuan in the stands with some confusion, and when he saw that he looked dejected, he was very sympathetic.

Qin Guanglan shook his head again and said, "Impossible. If it's really a good cultivation, you won't be unable to react at all. Even if it is drenched in rain, it is impossible to fish up like this. It's pathetic. ”

Although he said pity in his mouth, there was no sympathy on his face. Seeing his expression, as if he was still a little happy, he leaned over to the glutinous rice and said, "Can you remember this?" If you can't remember, take a pen and paper and make a stroke. Although our Qianren Sect has few people, we can't ask for disciples who eat like this. This Jiao clan is powerful, but he first picked people for us sects. It's a bit rough, but it's intuitive enough, not bad. ”

Sure enough, the monk who sang the newspaper immediately told Xu Jingyuan's information, and there was indeed nothing special about it. He is already in his twenties, but his cultivation is only at the middle level of the seventh order of the Enlightenment Period, and what he is good at is only controlling beasts, and his spiritual root talent is not very good.

It is estimated that he is a casual cultivator, and he is cultivating beasts, and he may not even have learned defensive spells at all, so it is no wonder that he was directly doused by the heavy rain and his face was all over his face.

As soon as he came on stage, the monks on the stage had already frowned at the sight of his wolf appearance, and they did not even want to turn their heads to look at him again. When it came to his information, there were not a few stewards who were listening carefully. When his information was finished, the monks on the stage didn't even hum a word, and they didn't even respond a word, and this scene was really embarrassing.

Xu Jingyuan still held on to a glimmer of hope, and stood on the platform wet and waited for a long time, the monks next to him had already urged him to step down, he reached out and wiped the rain dripping down his bangs, sighed, and turned his head to look in the direction of Jiao Su Qing, and then walked down the stage a little unwillingly.

It was the first time for Nuomi to participate in the sect conference, and it was naturally the first time to see such a situation. Seeing Xu Jingyuan's lonely look, he immediately felt a little sympathetic.

Qin Guanglan's voice happened to sound on the side at this time, and said, "Don't look at him not being selected, think he is pitiful, and take him back to the sect." We are building a sect, not a good church. At the end of this sect conference, there are thousands of monks who have been rejected by the immortal sect, and you can't pull each one. Look at you more, and you'll know that you're used to it, and there's no need to take it to heart. ”RP