The main purpose of the metaphysical conference is to provide a platform for cultivators to share resources with each other, and they can exchange what they have, such as elixirs, ritual utensils and other items in the hands of various sects. 、

These are mainly for those who have been famous for many years.

The second is to provide a stage for young cultivators to exchange and compete, after all, neither martial arts nor magic can be done behind closed doors.

At the same time, making a name for himself at the metaphysical conference is the pursuit and yearning of a young cultivator.

In the same way, if they achieve a good ranking in the metaphysical conference, the elders of these young cultivators will also feel that their faces are bright, and it is also a reflection of the heritage of each sect and sect.

Ke Mingjie swept the audience for three consecutive years that year, winning huge face for Guo Zhengyang, the true monarch of the fire dragon, and also won the reputation of genius for himself, and the title of little Zhenjun.

Therefore, in the first part of the metaphysical conference, the fighting method, is what those young cultivators attach the most importance to and look forward to.

These people are probably between their teens and thirties, and most of them are real-life. There are very few people who break through to the mage realm, and there are only a few people.

These people are all dragons and phoenixes with talents and backgrounds, and they are the heirs of the top sects and lineages of cultivators.

Under the gaze of everyone in the audience, Ke Mingjie spoke impassionedly, briefly introduced the various sects and important tasks attending the conference, inspired the young cultivators, and by the way, also publicized his glorious deeds in those years.

After talking for more than two hours, he announced: "The Metaphysical Conference has officially begun!"

To be fair, the two sides of the match were decided by draw, which was already done last night.

So when Ke Mingjie announced the beginning, two young people of about the same grade walked out of the crowd below, probably about twenty years old, one wearing a gray robe, the other wearing a cyan robe, and their faces were also of the thin and weak type.

The two of them glanced at each other, jumped lightly almost at the same time, were more than two meters high from the ground, and landed steadily on the high platform.

"Good!"

"Good!"

"Good!"

The hand of the two of them immediately caused the applause of countless people below, like a tsunami of mountains and a tsunami.

In the front rows, two old men smiled with satisfaction.

The two people on the high platform heard the cheers of the crowd, feeling nervous and excited at the same time, and unconsciously the speed of blood flow seemed to have accelerated.

The two of them blamed each other and held each other's names.

"Zhang Yiming of Longhu Mountain, please advise!"

"Quanzhen teaches Chen Tongwei, please teach!"

As soon as the words fell, the two fought together.

Lin Xuan sat in the last row, his gaze crossed the layers of crowds, and landed on the two people fighting on the high platform, and his heart was suddenly extremely disappointed.

The two young people on the stage are both in the early stage of the real realm, and when they were fighting, they didn't use spells at all, most of them were using fists and feet.

In Lin Xuan's eyes, these two were no different from children fighting.

It is inherently difficult to cultivate a spell together, and a cultivator who has just entered the real human realm only has a little mana in his body, and he can't support too powerful spells at all, at most, he can only use some small spells, or rely on the power of the talisman to cast spells.

In the face of the Ming Jin martial artists of the same rank, they had no ability to resist at all, and even some ordinary people killed them.

Only cultivators who have reached the mage realm can cast spells at will, using the power of heaven and earth as their own means of attack.

Usually in the sense, the cultivators who have reached this point have already entered the hall, and the mainstay of a sect far exceeds the martial artists, and the ordinary martial artists are simply invincible.

As for the cultivators of the Heavenly Master Realm, each of them is a powerful power that can turn over rivers and seas, and they are no longer invincible.

Not only did Lin Xuan have a very boring expression, but the mage realm masters in the front rows also looked absent-minded or the old gods were there, and they didn't care about the discussion on the high platform at all.

Only the people below were more and more excited, staring at the two people on the stage intently, for fear of missing the wonderful picture.

In the end, the young man in the Taoist robe took out a palm-sized yellow talisman from his sleeve, summoned a fist-sized crimson fiery, and hit the man in the long shirt before the game ended.

When the flames appeared, everyone below suddenly let out an exclamation, and watched the flames hit the man in the long robe, with excitement and excitement on their faces.

Even the masters of the Mage Realm who were closing their eyes in front of them all lit up and nodded.

For some reason, when Lin Xuan saw this scene, he felt that these people in front of him were so ignorant, just like the stupid son of the landlord's family, wasn't it just a fireball talisman, did you use it so much.

Moreover, this fireball technique was too simple, and all it summoned was a ball of mortal fire, which hit the man in the long robe, and it only burned a palm-sized black hole in his chest, and it was only by the impact that the man was knocked to the ground.

The man in the long robe on the stage got up from the ground, looked at the black hole in his chest, hugged his fist on the stage, and smiled bitterly: "I lost!"

The young man in the Taoist robe suppressed the snickering joy in his heart, deliberately pretended to be modest, and said, "Accept!"

Suddenly, there was a huge cheer below, and the face of one old man was irrepressible joy, and the other old man's face was extremely gloomy.

Looking at the cheering crowd below, the young man in the Taoist robe was excited and joyful, and a feeling of blood rushing filled his heart.

When Lin Xuan saw this scene, a playful smile appeared on his face.

Every young person enjoys the moment of fame, and even gets lost in it, but only when he experiences something will he understand that the so-called fame and fortune are based on his own strength, otherwise, in the end, it will not disappear like a cloud of smoke.

He shook his head, he was not at all interested in this level of fighting, just like watching a child fight, he closed his eyes and recuperated.

Next, there is another two-by-two duel, most of which are in the real human realm, and they are not much different from the previous ones, and they are all in a relatively low-level stage.

It didn't take long for the winner to be decided.

Then, there was a two-on-two duel.

And so on and on, all the time.

There are those who are proud, those who are disappointed, those who are excited, and those who are lonely.

Suddenly!

There was an exclamation from the crowd.

"Master Realm Master ?!!"

"So young!!"

Lin Xuan opened his eyes and saw countless people looking at a young figure on the high platform in disbelief.

He followed their gaze and saw that the man on the high platform was a man in his twenties, thin and thin, with fine skin and tender flesh on his face, just like those little fresh meat stars on TV, a little feminine.

On the stage, there was a man about thirty years old, his chest cavity collapsed, and his mouth was gushing with blood, and it seemed that he couldn't live.

An old man was followed by a few young people, hurriedly ran up, looked at the man lying on the ground, his eyes were split, he gritted his teeth and said fiercely: "Why do you have such a hateful hand!"

The young man on the stage said lightly: "The skills are not as good as others, and they deserve to die!"

"You!" the old man almost spat out a mouthful of old blood in anger, glaring at the man viciously.

The little fresh meat man on the stage didn't care about this knife-like gaze at all, but looked complacent.

"What's your name, who are you Huang Zongze?"

At the moment when the man made a move, the mage realm masters in the front row changed color, and Ke Mingjie couldn't help but ask.

The little fresh meat man said: "My name is Gu Cambridge, as for Huang Zongze's old ghost, he is my master." ”

Ke Mingjie muttered, "No wonder, no wonder. ”

"What? His master is Huang Zongze?!!

When the people in the audience heard the man's answer, they once again burst into exclamations.

Before Lin Xuan could speak, Xia Xuan said: "Huang Zongze, also known as Mai Daoist, is a master of the Heavenly Master Realm on the same level as Guo Zhengyang, the true monarch of the fire dragon on Hong Kong Island, and Lin Luchan, the head of the Nanyang Lin family. ”

"As for this Gu Cambridge, our national security has no record, and what he just said is not false, except for that Mai Daoist, who else in the world can train such a young master of the Mage Realm. ”

Lin Xuan nodded, indicating that he knew.

Ke Mingjie looked at such a young mage realm warlock on the high platform, his eyes flickered, and finally he just smiled and said, "It turned out to be a senior disciple of Huang Tianshi, disrespectful and disrespectful." ”

Ke Mingjie was so polite, but Gu Cambridge didn't give him face at all.

"Don't talk nonsense, my master said that this young generation belongs to you as the most powerful, and also said that you are a rare cultivation genius in a hundred years, and when you see it today, it's just that, it's far worse than me. ”

The atmosphere suddenly quieted down, and everyone looked at each other, and the atmosphere did not dare to breathe.

Ke Mingjie's face suddenly turned cold, and with a playful smile on the corner of his mouth, he said, "Oh, yes?"

Gu Cambridge stood on the high platform, looked at Ke Mingjie condescendingly, and said disdainfully:

"I know you're not convinced, since that's the case, then let's have a good fight, and see if I'm a genius or you're a genius, how about it?"

Facing a fledgling boy, how could Ke Mingjie swallow his anger, he was already angry, and said coldly: "Then I will teach Huang Tianshi a good lesson for his apprentice." ”