Sun Izuji sat on the top of the middle stand and hung his head, this seat has always been a status symbol, and only those who are noble enough can sit on it.

At this time, Sun Jizheng hugged his fists again and again, and instructed his disciples to entertain the guests who came to watch.

Si Xuan glanced at Sun Zhuji, but suddenly covered his mouth, bent down his slender waist, and almost didn't laugh out loud.

"Xuan'er, don't be too casual. Lu Xiaotian was afraid of losing his manners, so he hurriedly whispered.

Si Xuan took a breath, raised his blushing little face, swept his playful eyes towards Sun Izuji, and said reservedly: "That look, it's too funny." ”

Lu Xiaotian glanced at Sun Chuji casually, and saw that his hair was sparse at this time, and the entire top of his head was full of bright light, only some sparse long hair grew from his ears down, which was not at all the kind of long hair fluttering chic appearance more than ten years ago, he couldn't help but shake his head slightly, and glanced at Sixuan and Lu Lingping seriously before walking closer.

At this time, what is even more noticeable than Sun Izuji's bald head is that on the table in front of Sun Izuji, there is a vermilion tray, which is covered with a red cloth, and I don't know what it is.

Behind Sun Zhuji, there were Sun Li, Sun Zong, Sun Ziyan, and dozens of capable disciples, standing in a neat column.

The head of Qingfeng Gate, "Qi Minghe" and his son "Qi Zifei" and others, were also the first to take a step and had already sat down, leading dozens of disciples, and Tie Fang was also among them.

In comparison, only the number of people in the Immortal Sword Sect was scarce, and even the old housekeeper was only five people.

But Lu Xiaotian's expression was hearty and he didn't care about these at all. Xiang Sun Izuji and Qi Minghe hugged their fists: "I haven't seen you for a long time, don't come unharmed!"

At the stall where Lu Xiaotian greeted him, Lin Zixuan took a few steps back, came to Sun Ziyan, took her hand, and said with a smile: "I haven't seen you all these years, but in a blink of an eye, she has become a big girl, look at this? ”

When Lin Zixuan spoke, she was a little emotional, holding Sun Ziyan's hand and trembling slightly, the beautiful and extraordinary Sun Ziyan in front of her, if she was as agreed, she would become her daughter-in-law in a few years?

"Hello auntie, don't praise me, see that you are still charming. Sun Ziyan smiled shyly.

"If you are really good at talking, if you have time, go to my place and sit down, and make you the osmanthus cake that you loved to eat when you were a child. Lin Zixuan couldn't say too much, chatted briefly, and hurriedly turned around and walked back to Lu Xiaotian's side.

At this time, Sun Zhuji nodded slightly, and raised his hand: "Why is Master Lu still here in person, since he is not in good health, why don't you stay in the house to rest, we are here, what else are you worried about." After saying that, he smiled.

Lu Xiaotian's face turned red, he knew that this Xianmen Conference was originally available to everyone regardless of personnel or seniority.

However, considering that his cultivation in the Divine Realm has been greatly weakened over the years, for the sake of fairness, it is stipulated that only juniors and disciples can participate, which is also to take care of him and avoid the suspicion of taking advantage of others.

Although Lu Xiaotian was grateful, this was a scar after all, even if it was touched lightly, it would be faintly painful, but he couldn't chase it for a moment of hesitation, and then said with a smile: "Where is the distrust of you, I just want to see with my own eyes, the demeanor of the younger generations over the years, something to be happy about!"

"Brother Lu is polite!"

At this time, the head of Qingfeng Gate, "Qi Minghe", had already stood up, clenched his fists and bowed, and spoke extremely politely. After speaking, he leaned forward slightly, raised his hand to the top, and said, "Brother Lu, please sit down!"

At this moment, Sun Izuji also waved his hand and said, "Since you are here, sit down!"

However, the direction of the two people is indeed different, and the two people are pointing to the upper position, which is to sit next to each other, according to etiquette, the higher the seat, the higher the status.

And the direction that Sun Izuji is pointing to is the drooping hand of Ming He, and the person who usually sits here must have a lower status than the upper seat.

Lu Xiaotian was slightly stunned, and then immediately smiled and said: "It's the same wherever you sit, I'm here to see the cultivation of the Divine Realm of the next generations, just sit in front, and you can see it clearly." ”

After speaking, he turned around and signaled to Lin Zixuan, the two of them looked at each other and smiled, both stepped forward and sat in the front position.

This position, according to the status level, is further back than the seat that Yu Ming and the person refers to.

Lu Xiaotian didn't sit in any of the seats indicated by the two heads.

The Immortal Sword Gate was originally the head of the Nine Great Immortal Gates, if it was about identity, Lu Xiaotian should have sat on the main seat with his head down, but he was sitting in the lowest position at this time, and he had to let those lively squires make a noise......

At this time, Lu Lingping was only thinking about the competition, and he didn't care where to sit.

But Sixuan looked very aggrieved, and while standing behind Lu Xiaotian and Lin Zixuan, he pouted and muttered: "How can there be this, isn't this bullying!"

Lin Zixuan didn't speak, just looked back at Sixuan with a smile, nodded, and signaled that she didn't have to care about this.

But Si Xuan could see clearly that when Lin Zixuan was smiling, there were tears swirling in his eyes, poignant and beautiful, ready to come out.

"Smack!"

Si Xuan was just about to continue talking, complaining for her father, but suddenly something flew from behind and smashed on the back of her head, and there was a sudden pain.

She was shocked, hurriedly looked down, and saw that it was a leftover nut shell, her face suddenly changed, and when she looked up, she saw Sun Li with a strange smile on her face, and squeezed her eyebrows.

Si Xuan was about to get angry and reprimand, but saw Sun Zong next to him kick Sun Li from below.

Sun Li's body swayed, although he was used to being domineering, he didn't dare to shout in it, he just glared at Sun Zong fiercely.

Sun Zong ignored him, just looked at Si Xuan and nodded slightly, with a hearty expression. Then he covered it with his body, and shook his hand slightly on his chest a few times,

Si Xuan turned his head angrily and stopped looking at them.

Fortunately, there were many people in the venue at this time, and no one noticed their small movements.

But this process was all seen by Lu Lingping, because what he was most concerned about at this time was the actions of the Sun family, his eyes swept over from time to time, and he inadvertently saw the appearance of Sun Li and Sun Zong.

Suddenly, a wave of anger rushed to Tianling Gai, his fists were clenched, and he really wanted to rush over immediately and give him a few punches. But in an instant, I was deflated again, my heart was annoyed, and my heart was beating "dongdong".

Thinking of starting the competition for a while, it is very likely that he will die in the hands of this guy in the first place, and he will no longer be able to protect Sister Sixuan in the future, and even the "Thousand Feet Waterfall" of the Holy Land of Xianjian Gate will have to be let out.

And the unripe fruit, the refreshing pool, and the few pucks that didn't run out and were stolen by that strange thing, all of them were lost because of failure.

With this kind of thought, his heart suddenly became like water boiling in a pot, and the agitated Lu Lingping couldn't even breathe.

"Brother Ping, don't be like them. At this time, Si Xuan whispered a word of comfort to Lu Lingping, pursed his lips and nodded and smiled at him.

Lu Lingping saw that Sixuan was no longer angry, and his mood finally calmed down.

It didn't take long, and when everyone entered the venue, the two disciples of Sun Izuji hurriedly ran over and closed the entrances and exits, and the entire venue instantly quieted down, and everyone turned their attention to the positions where the immortal sects were seated.

Sun Izuji stood up, hugged his fists to the spectators, and said loudly: "Thank you for coming, today is a grand event of fair competition, in order to carry forward unity, promote traditional competition, but also to our township, add a festive atmosphere, in the future will be held once a year, in this competition to win, there will be a heavy prize!"

After speaking, as soon as he stretched out his hand, he lifted the red cloth on the tray, and it turned out to be more than a dozen golden ingots.

It immediately attracted a burst of cheers from onlookers.

The purpose of the Xianmen Conference is also known only to the Xianmen, to fight for the control of the Demon Suppression Sword, that is a secret in the Xianmen, no one will be stupid enough to let outsiders know, Sun Zhuji's words were also discussed in advance by the Xianmen.

Originally, at the beginning, it was decided that each immortal sect would send a representative, but in order to hide people's eyes, in the end, twenty people were selected to participate in the competition, and the iron side was also among them.

After using the most traditional draw, the opponents were divided, and under Sun Izuji's shout, the competition began.

The venue suddenly became lively, each looking for their own opponents, you come and go, the fist wind is whistling, the shouting is shocking, the eyes of those squires and eunuchs who are watching are not enough, and the neck stretches out of the elder, these people are usually pampered, and rarely see this kind of fighting scene, followed by bursts of surprised sighs......

Lu Lingping was drawn by a disciple of Qingfeng Sect.

Although Lu Lingping knew that this disciple did not have any great cultivation, he knew his situation even more. At this time, even if he is a strong man in the countryside, he is difficult to parry, and he can only be beaten passively.

So I didn't bluff, I stood there, hugged my arms to my chest, and looked at that disciple, and I felt a kind of heroism that I loved to do what I wanted.

And this disciple, when he followed the dean to fly before, he saw the scene of Lu Lingping beating Sun Li violently, and at this time, he knew that he was not an opponent, and he saw that Lu Lingping didn't even put on a posture, he simply regarded him as nothing, and he was even more panicked.

So although every action was whirring, he didn't dare to get close to Lu Lingping, and swept in front of Lu Lingping with his fists and feet, and there were bursts of unpleasant smells, and Lu Lingping was a little out of breath.

Lu Lingping was annoyed for a moment, and he raised his hand to slap the disciple in the face.

"Smack!"

With a loud bang, the disciple actually stumbled on both feet, and fell to the ground with his heel, which was considered a loss.

Lu Lingping looked at his hands and smiled bitterly, he really didn't understand how he won.

But he heard the sound of angry scolding from the viewing seat at the back, and the disciple didn't dare to raise his head, so he slapped the soil on his body in embarrassment, and walked back with a red face.

"Okay! Brother Ping has won! This is called a slap in the palm of the hand!"

Lu Lingping turned his head to look at the cheering Sixuan, shook his head helplessly, shrugged his shoulders, spread his hands, and showed a wry smile.

An hour later, the first round of the contest was over.

Soon the candidates for the second round have been drawn.

This time, it was the chubby Tie Fang who fought against Lu Lingping.

Lu Lingping was excited in his heart, even if he died, dying in the hands of Tie Fang was ten million times stronger than dying in the hands of Sun Li.

He knew that Tie Fang's divine realm cultivation, fists and feet were everywhere, and the stubborn stones would also crack, with Tie Fang's divine bravery, as long as he used his hands to exert force, then he would definitely die.