After that, Shadow Huang and Bing Soul discussed some details of their cooperation, and the two sides began to prepare for each other.

At the same time, in the central circular area surrounded by a circular audience seat below, a high platform like a hill dozens of feet high slowly rises with a rumbling sound.

At the top of the platform is a large, flat square square, the floor of which is made up of black and white corrugated striped stones. Directly in front of the square, there are five exquisitely carved gilt chairs, facing the north.

In the direction facing the seats, there was no audience seat, but a huge gap of more than 100 zhang wide, which looked like it had been split by a giant axe that stood up to the sky.

At this time, there were already two people sitting on the nine chairs, and sitting in the center was an old man in white, who was the messenger of the Heavenly Realm and the deputy hall master of the Falling Star Palace, Ji Wuyan, and the person in charge of the festival in the Immortal Cultivation Holy Land, Bai Qing, was sitting on his right side.

The other seven seats were empty, but it was clear that they were reserved for the most important people in the world.

There was still some space before the start of the festival, and Ji Wuyan and Bai Qing were drinking tea and catching up.

"Thinking about it, the last time Brother Ji came to the Immortal Cultivation Holy Land was more than thirty years ago. Bai Qing put down the tea bowl, and his words were a little melancholy.

Ji Wuyan looked at Bai Qing and sighed: "Yes, Brother Bai has a few more locks of white hair on his head." It seems that there has been a lot of hard work in the past few decades!"

The two looked at each other, both sighing.

Bai Qing smiled bitterly: "I thought that after the end of the war, I could enjoy the blessings here, but I didn't expect that after coming to the Holy Land of Cultivating Immortals, things would be more than before...... Alas......"

"What?

Bai Qing showed a strange look on his face, and said in a low voice: "Originally, every few years, I would appear sporadically in the Immortal Cultivation Holy Land to harass around, although there were not many of them, but they were also very annoying. Do you have any news from there?"

"I haven't received any special news from the Falling Star Palace, but there seems to be more and more natural disasters in various places recently. ”

Both frowned and were silent.

Suddenly, in the distance in the air, there was a low roar.

Immediately, dozens of sturdy figures flashed out from the hidden places around the high platform, and immediately scattered around Ji Wuyan and Bai Qing, standing tall. The position of these figures standing in the sub-station was very tacit, and it happened to completely enclose the range where the five seats were located, and they all looked in the direction where the roar came from.

Anyone nearby who intends to approach or make any changes will be locked by these Immortal Cultivation Holy Land guards who have cultivated to reach the strength of the Heavenly Netherworld Realm at the first time.

Seeing this scene, everyone around couldn't help but secretly think to themselves: "The name of the first sect of the Immortal Cultivation Holy Land is indeed worthy of its name......

These guards were all elites selected by Bai Qing from the Tianji Sect, the first major sect of the Immortal Cultivation Holy Land, and Bai Qing himself was also the foreign affairs elder of the Tianji Sect.

At this time, Ying Huang and the others, who were discussing on the floating platform, also stood up when the roar sounded.

Zhu Ling looked at Ying Huang in confusion: "The voice just now, is it the meaning of the beginning of the conference?"

Before Ying Huang could answer, the voice of Ying Yutian on the side had already sounded: "Hmph! It's just a few annoying guys......!

Shadow Huang was about to explain, when suddenly a huge golden thunderbolt several feet wide slashed down from the clouds. The intense light in an instant made most of the people present close their eyes conditionally. And Ying Huang was prepared, squinting his eyes slightly at the huge thunderbolt.

I saw more than a dozen figures slowly walking out of the golden dazzling thunderbolt and falling leisurely to the center of the Gaotai Square.

Among the group, the person in front of him was quite tall, and he looked to be only about forty years old, but he had a head full of golden hair, and there seemed to be a bright white thunder light faintly flashing in between. He was dressed in a set of gold embroidered robes that matched the color of his hair, and the sleeves of the robe were painted with intricate thunder and lightning runes, as if he was a living creature, constantly changing and circulating, as if he was about to escape at any moment, and spread out in all directions.

The aura around this person's body is almost impossible to feel, and it seems to be far less powerful than Bai Qing in front of him, giving people a sense of ordinary simplicity. But Ying Huang faintly felt a feeling of extreme danger in this person's figure that was completely incommensurate with his appearance. This feeling made a thin bead of sweat faintly ooze from Yinghuang's palm.

At this time, on the high platform, the blonde man and his party had already paced in front of Bai Qing and Ji Wuyan.

The two slowly got up and greeted each other together.

"Haha, Lao Jin, this time you arrived the earliest. Bai Qing paused, and then said, "Moreover, the momentum of this appearance is still majestic!"

For Bai Qing's greeting, the blonde man directly ignored it, turned his head sideways and said to Rong Ying: "Elder Rong, I haven't seen you for many years." ”

Ji Wuyan just greeted him with a polite smile, but did not say anything.

The blonde man didn't mind, he snorted, waved his hand and retreated from his subordinates, then went straight to the seat on Ji Wuyan's left side and sat down, and drank tea by himself.

For the blonde man's unreasonableness, Bai Qing snorted secretly and sat back in his seat with Ji Wuyan. The three of them just held their teacups and didn't speak, and the atmosphere became very strange for a while.

Zhu Ling looked at the strange behavior of several elders on the high platform, and immediately some of the second monks were confused, and looked at Ying Huang with an inquiring gaze.

Pointing at the blonde-haired man, Ying Huang said in a deep voice: "The Bai Qing Bai Lao we saw at the banquet before belonged to the Tianji Sect, which ranked first in the Immortal Cultivation Holy Land, and now this blonde-haired one is the third ranked Jinyao Hall Master in the Immortal Cultivation Holy Land, Jin Peng. ”

"By the way," Zhu Ling listened to Ying Huang's explanation, and suddenly thought, "Is this Immortal Cultivation Holy Land very powerful, why is the festival held here?"

"Although geographically speaking, the Immortal Cultivation Holy Land belongs to an upper-middle plane world in the Heavenly Realm, because this place has been given the special status of a gathering place for candidates in the main plane of the Heavenly Realm by the Emperor of Heaven, there are a large number of strong people from all walks of life whose strength is equal to that of the Heavenly Netherworld or even the Emperor Realm for the first time, and who want to be promoted to the main world of the Heavenly Realm, and there are Heavenly Realm administrators in charge, so the strength of the cultivation sect here is much higher than that of other circles, such as the Tianji Sect, The top sect of the Immortal Cultivation Holy Land like the Golden Yao Hall was much more powerful than the Heavenly Soul Imperial City, which was the strongest in the Netherworld. ”

Zhu Ling nodded: "Understood." It seems that this hunting meeting is really a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger, originally I thought that we were powerful in the Imperial City!"

Ying Huang opened his mouth, and couldn't help but be dumbfounded.

At this moment, a roaring sound suddenly sounded in the air.

Just as everyone was searching in astonishment, a dark blue wave dozens of feet wide suddenly appeared out of thin air in the air in front of the high platform.

The huge waves poured down towards the high platform, but in an instant, they scattered into water droplets in the sky, scattered in all directions. Between the drops of water, a figure had sat on the seat on the left side of Jinpeng at some point.

"Who is this young man?" Zhu Ling looked at the young man who suddenly sat next to Jin Peng, dressed in a silver silk robe, with a fair face, and looked the same age as Ying Huang.

Ying Huang was slightly stunned, with the scope of what he had seen and heard, he knew those top sect leaders, and the young man in front of him was not among them.

At this time, Ying Wutian, who was standing behind them, spoke: "His name is Shui Chengfeng, and he is the deputy hall master of the Shui Hao Cultivation True Pavilion in the Immortal Cultivation Holy Land. ”

Zhu Ling opened his mouth wide: "Deputy Pavilion Master, is there no one in their Shuimao Xiuzhen Pavilion, how can they let a child be the deputy Pavilion Master?"

Ying Wutian twisted his beard, shook his head slightly, and said with a smile: "Kid, then guess how old he is?"

"Sixteen, eighteen, how can you not be more than twenty years old?"

"It's all wrong! Add up the three numbers you just reported, and it's pretty much the same. Shadow Huang tried to be serious, but anyone could tell that he was trying to keep himself from laughing.

Zhu Ling turned his head, his eyes stared at Shui Chengfeng and observed it carefully, his face full of disbelief.

"What'......s in your fifties? This...... It's a little too unreal!"