At the end of the square, there is a terrace three or four feet high, with several sandalwood chairs on the left, center, and right. There are also several deacon disciples working on it. The stage is decorated with red silk cloth, which adds a bit of festivity.

Behind the terrace is a light gate about six or seven zhang wide, as high as four or five zhang, on which the three words of "Tianbao Palace" are written in a simple seal style, and there are two columns of deacon disciples standing next to the light gate, one by one looking energetic.

He looked around the square again, and there were a temporary stall arranged in each of the four corners, each of which had the appearance of three or four hundred.

When Liu Yiwen first saw this large-scale arrangement, he couldn't help but stagnate, and stopped to watch. The grand occasion of the sect is slightly inferior to it. Qi Xiong on the side smiled and said, "How is it?

Liu Yiwen came back to his senses and nodded: "It's really extraordinary! I'm afraid there are nearly 10,000 people who come here alone!"

Wen Jingtang and the others took them straight to the high platform. Today, their group changed into unified sect clothes, and their cultivation was not weak, especially the cultivation of Wen and Jiang was already in the Jindan realm, which attracted the attention of everyone on the side.

Wen and Jiang were unmoved, and still walked slowly and lightly. The rest of the people who were being followed seemed more or less unnatural.

There was still a distance of five or six zhang from the terrace, and a deacon disciple of the Qingfeng Hall stepped forward quickly and bowed, and said respectfully, "Seniors, please come with me." ”

Wen Jingtang nodded, and everyone followed the disciple up the steps on both sides to the sandalwood chair on the left-hand side and stood still. Wen and Jiang sat down, and the others stood behind them in two columns. Needless to say, the middle and right positions must be for the Seifuden Temple and the Valley of the Divine Hands.

The hour was still early, and Wen Jingtang said to the people behind him: "You can feel free to take a look after the ceremony, and after the conference is over in seven days, you will still listen to the confluence of Songyuan, and then return to the sect." ”

Liu Yiwen stood behind several seniors in the condensate stage, and suddenly heard Jiang Huaishan say: "Early in the morning after two days, a few of you will come to listen to Songyuan and follow me to watch the competition." ”

Liu Yiwen hurriedly said yes.

"Look! that's the predecessor of Edgeworth!" exclaimed someone in the crowd.

Then many people looked towards the stage, and this high platform obviously coupled with the uniform clothing of the group, quite a sense of standing out from the crowd. At this time, Feng Shi and several people in the sea of people also looked over.

Yin Siling said excitedly: "Look, it's the seniors of the sect! Senior Brother and Senior Brother Liu are also there!"

When Feng Shi heard the prestige, he snorted, and said angrily: "Yes!"

Yin Siling asked, "Shall we go and meet the seniors of the sect?"

Tang You'an's face showed hesitation, Feng Shi thought about it for a while, and said with a smile: "It's better to go, since you can't miss the courtesy." When they heard what he said, they went to the terrace.

"Disciples of Yuquan Peak meet all the seniors!" Li Mingzhu led everyone to bow down and salute!

Wen Jingtang bowed his head and said: "It turned out to be Senior Brother Yan's disciples, let's get up!"

Liu Yiwen and Qi Xiong saw this group of people from a distance, and they had an inexplicable sense of intimacy. With faint smiles on their faces, they nodded to a few people. When he saw Li Mingzhu's daughter, he was obviously stunned for a moment, but he immediately changed his smile and took the lead.

A few people left after seeing the ceremony, and Liu Yiwen thought about how to meet these people. I heard a hearty laugh coming: "Are the two Taoist friends okay?

Jiang Huaishan and Wen Jingtang got up together and greeted warmly: "Brother Hua is polite!"

When Liu Yiwen heard the prestige, he saw Gongsun Qi and two other Jindan seniors walking up from the side of the steps with Gongsun Ruo and others. He secretly glanced at the woman, who knew that he just met her gaze, his heart was empty, and he hurriedly looked sideways.

The middle-aged man led by him was dressed in a light blue gold silk trimmed robe, with a jade crown and his hair, and his bearing was extraordinary. On his right, a middle-aged woman looked plain, wearing a purple silk and emerald skirt, looking dignified and demure. Several people greeted each other and sat down on the wooden chairs on the right side of the high platform. Among the dozen people behind them, in addition to Gongsun Ruo, Bai Ji was also among them.

After a while, he saw a group of people dressed in the costumes of the Qingfeng Hall Sect from a distance, hustling forward and back, and the momentum was quite loud. There were even whispers from the crowd. The first person has white hair, a long face and horizontal eyebrows, and a pair of eyes with a cold light, which makes it impossible to look directly.

At this time, Qi Xiong beside him whispered, "That white-haired man is Elder Hanqiu!"

Liu Yiwen was stunned in his heart, and looked at this long-famous Jindan master. This old man is really true to his name, exuding a cold aura all over his body, which makes people feel like a piece of thousand-year-old ice.

There were dozens of people standing behind Han Qiu, and Liang Chenghua was half a step behind him on his side. He didn't know any of the other people, and Liang Hao, who had a one-sided relationship, was not among them. When Han Qiu saw that the people of the two factions had arrived, a smile appeared on his face and said, "Fellow Daoists, Han is late, and he still looks at Haihan if he doesn't greet him well!"

The Jin Dan elders of the two sects had already grown up, and the middle-aged man surnamed Hua from the Divine Hand Valley smiled calmly: "Elder Han is too polite!

Wen Jingtang also said humbly: "Your sect's arrangement is warm and thoughtful, and we all feel at home!"

Han Qiu greeted everyone, and his eyes finally fell on Jiang Huaishan. He stared at the latter with sparkling eyes, and after a long time, a rare smile appeared on his face, and he nodded: "Good! Good! The old man can comprehend your peerless sword technique again!"

Jiang Huaishan laughed and said helplessly: "I'm a lot older, I still like swords and swords so much, and I'm not afraid of tossing and flashing this old bone!"

Everyone couldn't help but laugh when they heard this!

Several Jindan elders greeted each other for a while, while the remaining disciples stood aside and waited for them.

After a while, Tao Zhangjiao came to the front and whispered beside Han Qiu for a while. The latter said slowly: "Fellow Daoists, please take a seat." This convention is about to begin!"

After the people of the three factions were settled, Tao Zhangjiao stepped forward and threw an object into the air with a random wave of his right hand.

"When, when, when!" three thick bells rang out from the bronze bell with ancient rhyme in the air.

Suddenly, the square fell silent. He cleared his throat and said loudly, "Ladies and gentlemen, today is the ten-year three-faction exchange meeting, which is jointly organized by the Divine Hand Valley, the Imperial Sword Villa, and my Qingfeng Palace. Since its inception, this association has gone through more than ten generations, and today is the 18th session. His voice was not loud, but it was clear to every corner of the square. The sound of peace and slowness echoes between the peaks, and the valley of the mountains should increase its momentum.