The last time there was such a grand event in the fairy world was a few decades ago, when the Heavenly Palace of Forgetfulness held a meeting to recruit relatives.

And this time, the grand ceremony of Luo Tianxian Sect is even more grand than it, and it is even more attention-grabbing.

Moreover, at this critical moment of the Immortal and Demon War, Luo Tian Immortal Sect held such a grand Immortal King Ceremony, which undoubtedly showed his strength to the world.

Countless disciples of the Luo Tianxian Sect shuttled back and forth, receiving guests from all walks of life.

Zhao Junyu and Yin Bingyue walked in Luo Tianxinglu.

"These people, sure enough, are cultivating the original exercises of the Northern Immortal Sect. ”

"It's just that it's all the exercises of the outer gate. ”

Zhao Junyu just glanced at the Luo Tianxian Sect disciples everywhere, and he could see it at a glance.

I couldn't help but sneer slightly.

"Husband, what are you thinking. ”

Yin Bingyue asked.

"Nothing. ”

"Just seeing something interesting. Zhao Junyu said with a smile.

Both of them were relaxed.

Although both of them are early stage cultivators of the Immortal King, their strength is comparable to that of the Immortal King.

Especially Zhao Junyu's strength is close to the middle stage of the Immortal King.

If they want to leave, no one can stop them.

Of course, outsiders don't know their true strength.

In the early stage of the two Immortal Monarchs, here, they couldn't attract much attention at all.

They spent a few days wandering around Luo Tianxinglu.

Zhao Junyu already has a general understanding of the situation here.

Luo Tianxian Sect was indeed as he had guessed.

Militarized management.

It's the same as the previous Northern Pluto Immortal Sect.

Groups of disciples were orderly divided into phalanxes and stationed in various places in Luo Tianxinglu.

The layout of the entire sect is almost like a miniature version of the Northern Immortal Sect.

Luo Tianxian Sect obviously intends to show its strength to the outside world, so foreign guests can visit casually.

However......

"Hmph, it looks like it looks like it doesn't look like it. ”

"It's just scratching the surface. ”

Zhao Junyu sneered in his heart.

Compared with the original Northern Immortal Sect, the Luo Heavenly Immortal Sect is too far behind in terms of natural strength.

The key is that their disciples lack the spirit of the disciples of the Northern Immortal Sect.

What gas?

It is the spirit of iron and blood, the incomparable pride of being a disciple of the Northern Immortal Sect, and the endless love for the sect.

This day is the date of the Immortal King Festival.

The mountain gate of the headquarters of Luo Tian Xian Sect is located in the center of Luo Tian Xinglu, covering a wide area.

From a distance, rows of palace attics are lined up one after another, looking magnificent, as the center of the entire Luo Tianxian Sect, there is a solemn atmosphere here.

Whoosh......

The sound of breaking the wind sounded from afar, or fairy birds, or flying boats, or just a figure stepped into the air, like a torrent towards the mountain gate of Luo Tian Xianzong, landed on the ground from outside the mountain gate, and then climbed the steps from the mountain gate, walked for about half an hour, and in front of it was a huge bluestone square, covering an area of tens of thousands of miles.

At this time, it is early in the morning, and the sun is shining from the sky, shining on the bluestone square and the lake and mountains not far away.

Those who came here were all high-level leaders of the major forces, and they brought their disciples to see the world.

The total number of people is 70,000 or 80,000.

These are all invited, and there are many who have not been invited, and they also come to join in the fun, but they can only watch the excitement outside the Luo Tianxian Sect, and they can't enter.

"That's a lot of people. ”

Many guests were amazed by the magnificence of the Luo Tianxian Sect, and they were also lamented by the grandeur of this ceremony.

Most of the guests were arranged to sit on the bluestone square, and the banquet was ready.

And at the back of the bluestone square, there is also a luxurious high platform, and there is also a beautiful pavilion, although it does not matter to the immortals, but it looks noble.

There are more than a dozen Taishi chairs made of the best immortal jade on it.

At the same time, the banquet above is also obviously several grades higher than that in the square below.

Obviously, this is a place for important guests.

An hour passed.

The seats in the bluestone square are basically full.

Zhao Junyu and Yin Bingyue also sat down in their positions.

Everyone looked eagerly at the gazebo on the high platform.

After a while, several imposing old men or middle-aged people dressed in various costumes suddenly appeared in the pavilion.

He sat down with a calm face.

"King-level power!"

Zhao Junyu's eyes narrowed.

From the fluctuation of the aura of these people, it can be seen that these people are all genuine king-level powers.

"These people are...... Immortal King?"

A group of immortals in the square were talking.

They also saw the strength of these people, but since immortal kings rarely appeared in the world, most people didn't know them.

But there are also some people who recognize several of them.

"That long-bearded old man in a black star robe is the Pure Yang Immortal King. ”

"Wow, the Pure Yang Immortal King who scared away the million-strong army of the Demon Clan turned out to be him. ”

And the middle-aged man wearing a Confucian-style square scarf on his head is the East Lake Immortal King. ”

"The East Lake Immortal King is famous, but he hasn't been out of the mountain for nearly a thousand years. ”

"The old man in a simple Taoist robe on the edge is the Chongxu Immortal King. ”

......

A group of immortals talked about it.

However, Zhao Junyu looked at the people on this high platform, and unexpectedly found that he knew a few.

The first is a handsome middle-aged man with long snow-white hair and a white robe.

The appearance is no different from ordinary people, but Zhao Junyu recognized him at a glance that he was a member of the elf race.

The white and transparent skin, as well as the characteristic pointed ears, marked that he was an elven man.

"Elven King!"

From the robes and costumes, it can be seen that this is the elf king.

This year's elf king, Zhao Junyu didn't know.

After all, almost 50,000 years have passed, and the original elf king is estimated to have died or sat down in battle.

"Elf King, since you are here, then that Chen Yi is also here. Thinking of this, Zhao Junyu looked around.

In a blink of an eye, I saw the other side of the bluestone square, sitting Chenyi.

Coincidentally, Chen Yi also happened to look at them.

When the Forgetful Heavenly Palace recruited relatives, Chen Yi also participated in the whole process.

Although Zhao Junyu's appearance is different from that at the recruitment conference, his temperament is similar.

Especially Yin Bingyue, although the white veil covers her face and her temperament is very different, her figure, eyebrows, eyes, and gestures are still somewhat similar to the saints of the Heavenly Palace in the past.

Chen Yi's eyes narrowed.

Then look away.

But his lips moved slightly, as if he was transmitting to someone.

In the next second, the elf king on the pavilion on the high platform looked at Zhao Junyu and the two, but he just glanced at it and stopped paying attention.

In addition, Zhao Junyu found another acquaintance.

But he is the father of Jinning of the Shenlun clan, and he met him at the recruitment meeting that year, and he accompanied Jinning.

It's just that his cultivation at the recruitment conference is still an immortal monarch, but now he is an immortal king.

In such a short period of time, it should not be possible to break through so quickly, then there is only one possibility, he hid his cultivation at the recruitment meeting.

Similarly, Zhao Junyu also found Jinning in Qingshi Square.

I saw him looking at the high platform intently, feeling Zhao Junyu's gaze, and looking back at the two.

After carefully identifying it, a puzzled expression appeared on his face, and then he also transmitted the voice to his father on the stage, but the latter did not look at it, and his face was as usual.

At this time, two more people appeared on the high platform.

"It's him!"

"King Jiuming!" Zhao Junyu was stunned.

This is the old demon king I saw more than a year ago, the Nine Ming King of the demon world, and the master of Snow Eagle.

Unexpectedly, he was also invited.

There was also a thin old man in a blue robe.

There was a faint hint of gray on his face.

Although maintaining the prestige of the fairy king.

But the breath was faintly sluggish.

"It's ......"

Zhao Junyu vaguely felt that this person was somewhat familiar, but he couldn't remember it eagerly.

(End of chapter)