On the ninth day of the first month of March, according to the so-called folk calendar, today is a great evil, and everything is not appropriate.

The White Emperor Pavilion specially prepared a large hall to entertain the monks from all over the world who watched the ceremony. Although these monks had different backgrounds, different identities, and different cultivations, they all looked very serious, and many of them had excitement on their faces, obviously excited that they were about to have the opportunity to witness the master's tragedy

Wu Xie originally sat in the Qingyang audience, but because the ceremony had not yet been held, he met many acquaintances here, so he had to go over to say hello, so he walked around the banquet hall like many people. Although this approach seemed to be out of line with the atmosphere, it effectively eliminated everyone's tension and gradually eased the scene.

After walking for a while, he finished greeting his friends, he wanted to go back to the Qingyang viewing seat, but when he looked back, he found that everyone was not there, so he was not in a hurry to go back, and found a place to sit down.

This is the most inconspicuous location in the most corner of the entire hall. Most of the guests who were originally sitting here were not there, only a middle-aged man sat alone.

He was wearing a very serious formal suit, but he didn't seem to be able to lift his spirits, and when he saw Wu Xie coming to sit down, he didn't mean to talk, just sat there silently, looking very lonely.

"It's really rare to find a place to sit down, and you can actually meet a real person who still seems to be returning Dan five or six times," Jasmine exclaimed in surprise, "But this guy is too inferior to a patriarch-level character, just sitting in the corner with a few stupid feet, and no one greets him...... How devastated he is?"

Wu Xie was taken aback and turned his head to look.

Seeing him, Dan Zhenren showed a very cold smile, raised his glass, and said hello

Wu Xie smiled and raised his glass as a salute, but did not speak.

People don't mean to speak, so why should he go to get close to it himself?

After a while, Xiao Yue, the elder of Yunyou in this sect, came over and greeted this person with a smile: "Brother Wang, why are you sitting alone in the corner in a daze?" ”

"Get used to it." The man replied lightly.

"This habit is not good" Xiao Yue sat next to him, took his wine jug with his hand, and poured himself a glass, "Look at you, it's okay to return the Dan Patriarch to the fourth or fifth turn of the Dan now."

"Six turns."

"Yes, it's all Dan Liu, and if you work harder, you can challenge the Heavenly Tribulation Others who have this strength, don't dare to say that there are groups of disciples and grandchildren, at least there will be many people around to say hello, but what about you? If it weren't for my old friend thinking of you, wouldn't you be going to sit alone in the corner? ”

"Why not?"

"Phew, this place can't even shine in the sun, and the White Emperor Pavilion that grows mushrooms hasn't arranged a seat for you that matches your identity?"

"It's arranged, I don't like it."

“…… What should I say about you, you can't go on like this, walk alone in the world, even if you cross the tribulation and ascend, it seems that it never exists, don't you think it's a pity?

"I think, I can't help it."

"How can it be helped, believe it or not, I just yell. Wang Wei's senior, I haven't seen you for a hundred years, you even turned Danliu Next time, we should participate in your catastrophe ceremony, and a circle of people will immediately gather around

"There are many people, and I am not used to ......"

Xiao Yue sighed, quite hating that iron does not become steel. Turning his eyes left and right, he saw Wu Jie, and his eyes suddenly lit up and dragged him over.

"Lao Wang, let me introduce you to this is Wu Xie Wu Zhifei, the rising star of this family, have you heard of him

"I've heard that Qingyang Guan Zhi is not a real person, he was the first to enter the Tao fifty years ago, and Ning Yuan was the first fifty years later, the speed of cultivation is rare through the ages, and the strength of his combat power is incredible, and he claims to take over the banner of the abandoned sword disciple and continue to be undefeated The legendary character."

Xiao Yue smiled: "Look at you, obviously you're still very good at talking, what's next?" ”

"It's gone."

Xiao Yue's laughter suddenly choked, and after a while, he hurriedly explained to Wu Jie: "This ...... Wu Jie, Lao Wang, he's not rude, he's just"

"It's just a clumsy mouth." Wu Xie took over the conversation with a smile, "The younger generation can see that this senior is extraordinary, but his surname is Geping and shy, and he obviously has something in his heart, but he doesn't know what to say." ”

Wang Wei, who had been keeping his head down, suddenly raised his head, staring at Wu Xie with bright eyes, full of joy when he met his bosom friend.

"Hehe, Lao Wang, look, others can still understand you" Xiao Yue smiled, raised the wine jug and filled it for the three of them, "Dry this cup, everyone will have to come and go more in the future, Lao Wang, don't look down on him just because Wu Jie's cultivation is not high enough for the time being, he must be a more powerful character than us."

"Of course" Wang Wei nodded, holding the wine glass in both hands, raised it to Wu Jie, and then ignored the rule of "juniors drink first", raised his neck and drank it all.

Wu Xie also smiled and drank, and the three of them sat there and chatted.

Of course...... In fact, most of the time he was talking to Xiao Yue, Wang Wei, the ancestor of Huandan, had returned to a state of silence like a saw-mouthed gourd, except for occasionally saying a word and a half to express his attitude, he just drank with his head bored.

When the ceremony was about to be held, Xiao Yue dragged Wang Wei to the seat of Qingyang Temple, and pulled a chair to make an additional seat, allowing him to sit next to him and Wu Jie.

"Look at the excitement, of course, the more people, the better"

This is really very reasonable, looking at the excitement, it is true that the more people, the better

Wu Xie looked around the audience, at this time the guests were already seated, at a glance, the black pressure pressed a head, even if he didn't use his divine thoughts to sweep it, just by experience, he could see that there were nearly twenty Huandan Patriarchs and hundreds of Ning Yuan real people, as for the level of refining Gang, it was simply countless. ...... at the level of initiation I'm sorry, although the hall is large, it is inconvenient to arrange for the monks to sit in it, they have another hall.

Such a scene is really spectacular, and when the ancestor of Qingyang Guanzhang crossed the tribulation and ascended, it was indeed far from so many people coming

But...... Is it really good to be so lively?

Wu Xie was not sure, on the contrary, he was vaguely worried.

Yesterday's fight, he regretted it a little afterwards, feeling that he had punched too hard.

Although that person is already a supreme master who has come to the end of the world and is about to usher in the heavenly tribulation, will there be any sequelae if he is injured by his punch? Will it affect the state of today's catastrophe? That shattered sword was of extraordinary quality, and if it hadn't been damaged by that punch, it would have been able to do a great favor in today's tribulation, right?

All kinds of worries came over him, and he became more and more uneasy, and he couldn't even sleep all night.

If Bai Zhenren failed to survive the catastrophe for this reason, it would be too much to do

After a while, with the introduction of the master of ceremonies, a beautiful man who was still tall and handsome in the wind although he was middle-aged, and was so handsome that one look was enough to make the little girls scream and blush

Although the appearance was different, looking at this person's eyes that were as sharp as a sword out of the sheath, Wu Xie knew that he had indeed guessed correctly.

The pseudonym "Roland" approached and observed Du Ruo, and also found an excuse to make a move with him, it was the first master of the White Emperor Pavilion who was about to cross the catastrophe, the "swordsmith" Qingyan Zhenren.