The man's words can be described as disrespectful, and Qingci is just to say hello to him, wanting to get to know him and then be able to communicate. Who knew that the other party was so polite as soon as he opened his mouth, and the shelf was very high.

Qing Ci secretly sneered in his heart: Just your little catty is not enough to stuff the teeth of the Soul Eater Beast!

However, he was not annoyed on his face, and still said with a smile: "What Daoyou said is very true, I don't know if you have heard any rumors, what do we need to do in this demon subjugation conference?"

The middle-aged man hooked the corners of his mouth in a sneer, "What can we loose people do? Naturally, they were sent to death by their sectarians." If you want me to say, it's only serious to be able to save your life, and you really expect to be able to slaughter a few demons?"

Qing Ci's smile retracted, and was replaced by doubt: "If you don't want to die, then if you don't come, you won't have it, since you are here, why do you care so much about life and death?"

The middle-aged man was also stunned, "Don't you know?"

"What do you know?" Qing Ci was even more puzzled.

The middle-aged man looked Qingci up and down, as if to make sure that he was lying. After a while, he said: "All the people who participated in the 'Demon Suppression Conference' this time have the opportunity to obtain the pills provided by the Qingxu Concept, and there are various pills to improve cultivation, break through bottlenecks, and quickly heal injuries.

"If you have outstanding performance in action, you can even get some heaven and earth treasures. Qingxuguan also provides a life-prolonging elixir for those of us who are scattered in the immortal cultivation world, as long as we can come back alive, we will definitely be able to get it. We're all here for this. ”

Qing Ci frowned secretly when he heard this, he understood the truth that money can make ghosts grind, and people in the world are not profitable. However, he has always believed that the battle between good and evil is not only related to the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, but also related to his own vital interests in the final analysis.

Why can't these people understand such a simple truth? Or is it that the human world has been at ease for hundreds of thousands of years, not to mention demons, and there are not a few serious goblins, so their original intention of cultivation has changed, and they can no longer see justice and light in their eyes.

Qing Ci wanted to say something, but thinking that these so-called immortal cultivators around him probably had the same thoughts as this middle-aged man, he suppressed the urge to speak. The world is declining, and people's hearts are not ancient, which is not a status quo that can be changed by relying on his words.

A trace of sadness suddenly appeared in Qing Ci's heart, maybe it was time for these three realms to accept the baptism of a catastrophe. It is only when we feel the crisis that we can begin to reflect and think about how to unite and defend ourselves against those who are trying to invade our homeland.

The middle-aged man saw that Qing Ci's face was different, thinking that he was thinking about the benefits promised by Qingxuguan, so he sneered and turned his body back, after all, no one would leave too many good faces on his competitors.

Qing Ci's heart had not been surging for long, and he suddenly felt a strange aura coming in from the door of the main hall with irresistible coercion.

The hall, which was still a little rustling, immediately became quiet, and everyone subconsciously stood up, and their eyes involuntarily looked towards the door of the hall.

Qing Ci couldn't help but be stunned at this look, only to see that the person who came was tall and majestic, and his whole body was filled with an aura that made people can't help but want to surrender - yes, it was surrender, not reverence and admiration.

There is no doubt that the person who came must be a real person in Chixiao, although this kind of aura has no effect on Qing Ci, but it is impossible to ignore it.

This can't help but make Qing Ci feel very strange, the leader of a major sect in the immortal cultivation world, the strength is naturally not to be underestimated, but such characters are different from the emperors of the world, the stronger their ability, the more they should return to the basics, the more people can feel awe from their bones and worship from the heart, not like Chixiao, who seems to be oppressive and seems to force everyone to surrender to him.

In addition, Qing Ci made an even more shocking discovery - he found that he could only vaguely see that the other party was wearing a dark robe, and the robe was covered with a light yellow thin shirt, and other than that, he couldn't see anything clearly. The surface of the man's body seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, making his whole person look hazy.

Qing Ci blinked subconsciously, thinking that something was wrong with his eyes, after all, these days are good and bad, and he may suddenly lose sight of things.

But soon he found that everything in his line of sight was extremely clear except for the figure and appearance of Chixiao Zhenren, which he couldn't see clearly. This made him frown secretly.

- Strange, this guy's cultivation can't be so high, the immortal qi in his body can only be concentrated to this extent, only a rare powerhouse in the Three Realms, how can he have such strength as a pure and void contemplator?

Qing Ci muttered to himself in his heart, his eyes involuntarily followed the footsteps of Chixiao Zhenren, watching him walk step by step to the first seat in the hall.

"In the lower Chixiao, on behalf of the Qingxu Temple, we welcome all the Taoist friends who have come from afar. Today, a special banquet will be held for you to receive the wind and wash the dust, during the banquet I will discuss with you the specific matters of the 'Demon Suppression Conference', I believe that everyone will work together to annihilate those evil demons in one fell swoop!" Chixiao's voice resounded through the hall like a bell, and it immediately made Qing Ci feel excited.

At this moment, Qing Ci suddenly figured out that the strange aura emanating from this Chixiao body was not some kind of immortal energy, it should just be a technique that he didn't know, this kind of technique could hide his physical appearance, and make him look like an extremely powerful immortal.

Looking carefully at Chixiao Zhenren's vague appearance like a flower in the fog, Qing Ci's brows furrowed even deeper, he always felt that this man had a sense of déjà vu, but because it looked vague and he used magic to hide his original aura, Qing Ci didn't dare to jump to conclusions.

Chixiao said something again, Qing Ci didn't listen at all, he only felt that the people around him sat down, and he also sat back in his place in a daze.

Soon a disciple of Qingxuguan sent melons and fruits to refreshments, and Chixiao Zhenren poured himself a cup of tea, stood up with a teacup in his hand, and said to everyone: "Alcohol is forbidden in the view, and there are many slackness, please forgive me." In the next tea instead of wine, a glass to all Taoist friends, I hope that everything can go smoothly in this 'Demon Conference'!"

He said it so politely, and everyone in the hall was embarrassed not to give him face, after all, everyone here was born in the wild road, and although some of them had a bit of family background, they were also small in front of Qingxuguan. What's more, Chixiao Zhenren brought them too much shock and oppression from the moment they entered the door, how dare these people have a word of dissatisfaction, hurriedly picked up their teacups and stood up and gestured with Chixiao Zhenren in the air to serve tea.

Qing Ci secretly kept an eye on it, and quietly poured the tea in the cup after pretending to serve tea, and then made a fake action of drinking tea.

In this way, Chixiao said a few more words, and toasted three glasses in a row before giving up.

After a while, the disciples in the temple served a lot of dishes that looked quite delicious, and Chixiao motioned for everyone to be casual, but observed everyone's actions from time to time.

Now Zi Qingci has a headache, everyone is standing when the tea is served, but a small cup can easily be blocked. At the moment, everyone was sitting, and it was clear what everyone had done from Chixiao's position when they looked down. If he doesn't eat with chopsticks, he will be too out of place with the people around him.

I don't believe that a mere pure void can still get a master!

Qing Ci turned his heart sideways, picked up chopsticks and picked a random dish and ate it. The action looks very gentle, but in fact he just wants to eat as little as possible, there is really some messy poison he can make himself not poisoned too deeply.

I don't know if it was to alleviate the somewhat dull atmosphere of this banquet, or in order to fulfill his previous bold words, in the middle of the banquet, two more disciples walked in, but this time they came in not to fill tea and vegetables, but to carry something that looked like a scroll.

The two disciples didn't say hello to Chixiao, they put their things under the steps of the first seat where Chixiao was and retreated together, and closed the door of the main hall.

Chixiao Zhenren stood up from his seat at this time, stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers lightly, and heard a sound of "bang", which turned out to be a heavy curtain falling from the top of all the doors and windows in the entire banquet hall, blocking the sunlight shining in from the outside.

Then I heard a few faint sounds of burning fires, and the stone lamps hanging from the beams of the main hall suddenly lit up, but the light was faint and dim, giving people the feeling that it was already night.

Immediately after, Chixiao Zhenren stepped down from the first seat step by step and walked towards the scroll.

Qing Ci stopped his movements the moment the door of the main hall was closed, and after scanning the dim surroundings, he stared at Chixiao Zhenren's every move tightly, he couldn't grasp what the scroll on the ground was, was it a painting scroll?

Soon, Chixiao Zhenren revealed the answer to Qing Ci's guess, he walked to the side of the scroll, and with a slight wave of his hand, the scroll on the ground slowly rose into the air.

When it flew into the air, the scroll came to a steady stop. Then I saw Chixiao Zhenren's hand gently swipe down, and one end of the scroll fell down with a "bang".

The sound was accompanied by a faint scent, so faint that if you were completely focused on the scroll that was unfolding, you would hardly notice it.