Since the Dingkui Conference is scheduled to be held at the Sixiang Gate, the four Chenlei people, as the masters of the gate, are naturally doing their best to this. And because the participants are all cultivators, the main purpose of the conference cannot be separated from the cliché convention of "meeting friends with martial arts, and respecting the winner". Under this consensus, the square in the middle of Sixiangmen has become the main place for fighting and arguing. At this moment, except for the head of each sect and a few True Transmission disciples who sat around the square to watch the battle, the rest of the people stayed in the place where the sect was stationed and watched the battle from afar. This arrangement is to avoid the noisy crowd and spoil the atmosphere of the scene; second, although the people who came to the stage to compete this time are of the younger generation, they also have considerable cultivation skills, and this arrangement can also avoid some embarrassments of accidentally injuring others due to the overflow of skills.

Tang Ling brought Xiao Jing to the conference this time, and the original intention was to let his disciples understand the current situation in the cultivation world. Therefore, he has kept a low profile since he came to the Four Elephants Gate, and rarely appears in front of others, so as not to attract unnecessary attention. Even now, when the conference is about to be held, he is the same, and Xiao Jing only found an inconspicuous corner to sit quietly and wait for the conference to open.

And so, after a while.

A polite inquiry came from the side: "There is no dispute in the next place, I don't know where this Taoist friend has a big name, where is he practicing?"

Most of the people sitting nearby are people from remote and small sects, or scattered cultivators in the mountains, and most of them are not well-known masters. However, Tang Ling didn't despise the other party because of this, turned his face to the side, and nodded slightly to the inquirer: "The two of us are just casual cultivators in the mortal world, and the red and earthly worlds are all places for us to practice. ”

That Wu Zheng looked less than fifty, his eyes were full of essence, and he obviously had a good cultivation: "Daoist friends are too modest, today's conference is a thousand-year event, since you and I can be invited to participate, how can we take cultivation as a profound discussion?"

After that, he glanced at Xiao Jing again: "The Daoist Friend's research is indisputable and can't be seen clearly, but this little friend's momentum and mana flow seem to be full of the murderous fighting intent of mortal martial artists, I think it's to study the way of mortals, right?"

"Friendly eyesight. Tang Ling smiled and did not explain in depth.

This acknowledgment came out, and the group of cultivators sitting around them couldn't help but look at the master and apprentice a few more times. The path of cultivation is mostly for the promotion of the four clans of gods, demons, immortals and demons, and there are also people such as the four elephants, the heavens, and the turbidity of the three sects who only seek the avenue of heaven and earth. Those who specialize in the way of mortals cannot be said to have none, but they are few and far between. Because of this, the journey is the most difficult, the longest, and the least profitable. If there is no great opportunity for those who climb this path, they can only add a hundred years of longevity after all, and at best they can only be much stronger than ordinary martial artists. Therefore, for hundreds of years, the number of people who are willing to study the way of mortals has been decreasing, and now, it is even rarer. Now that two mortal cultivators have appeared in the Dingkui Conference, they have only attracted a corner of attention, which is normal.

Because of this, those projected eyes are more or less contemptuous.

Although Wu Zheng still had a friendly gesture, a young woman sitting next to him did not have such a heart, and muttered softly almost with disdain: "It turned out to be just a mortal cultivator." ”

Those who can attend the Dingkui Conference are all quite cultivated, and the so-called soft voice of the female disciple is just for show, and she does not intend to hide her surroundings, so others can naturally hear it. It's just that before they could react, Wu Zheng was the first to speak and scold: "Peaceful, don't be rude!"

"Yes, the disciple knows that he is wrong. ”

After teaching his own disciples, Wu Zheng turned to Tang Ling again: "I'm sorry, my disciple is spoiled and rude on weekdays. ”

"Indisputable Taoist friends laughed, for hundreds of years, there are very few cultivators, and it is reasonable that they have not been understood by all Taoist friends. Tang Ling arched his hand to Wu Zheng, still only reporting the name of the world, "It's chilling downwind." ”

When this name was announced, the faces of the surrounding people who were originally contemptuous of Tang Ling's master and apprentice because of the word "Fan Xiu" immediately changed.

"Wind Chill, could it be the Lord of the Shadow Hall who has set off a series of killings in the mortal world this year?"

"Isn't that sea of blood a mortal earthly force, and there are cultivators hiding in the Absolute Shadow Hall under your command?"

"I have long heard that all cultivators often live in the mortal world, use the mundane world as a place for training, and temper and cultivate, which seems to be true. I just don't know how these two people are cultivating?"

All kinds of speculations came and went one after another in everyone's hearts, but they didn't announce it as Ningxin, but the eyes that looked at Tang Ling and Xiao Jing gradually derived some expectations.

And the two who are in the spotlight are talking to each other in secret.

"Master, the disciple is puzzled. ”

"I don't understand why the Fan Cultivator Society is so despised, or why I want you to show your ability in the conference?" Tang Ling had already prepared for Xiao Jing's question, "The answer is useless for me to tell you now, and you will naturally know when the conference progresses." ”

Although the question was not answered immediately, Xiao Jing was not discouraged, and only continued to sit in his place, waiting for the meeting to begin.

After a while, the atmosphere in the venue finally calmed down, and there were six more figures in the middle square.

The masters of the three sects of Sixiang, Hun Tian, and Turbid Earth have arrived.

There are many sects of monasticism in the mortal world, but those who stand at the top are only these three sects. As the unveilers of the conference, the four of Chenlei, plus Canglan and Yuya, appeared at the same time, which has represented that the Dingkui Conference is about to begin. When the surrounding cultivators saw the six people appear, their faces were already full of solemnity at this moment, and they got up one after another, and faced the four seats that had already been set up due north with them—

"Please honor!"

When the greeting sounded, I saw four figures stepping on the void and descending from the sky, it was the four Demon Thunder who had become the guardians of heaven and earth earlier.

The strength of the Four Elephants Gate lies in the fact that the formation in the door is ever-changing, even in front of a stronger opponent, it is still fearless. Only their personal strength is mediocre, if they fight alone, they are weaker than most of their peers, even the four Demon Thunder before they are promoted. However, now that they had become the envoys of the Chaos Lord, aside from their true strength, this identity alone was enough to make most of the cultivators present dare not make a mistake. What's more, now that they have been promoted, their skills have already far surpassed the peak of mortals, and the slight coercion has made everyone present cautious and secretly condensed to resist. The appearance of the four of them at the same time made all the cultivators tremble, and they did not dare to exceed the rudeness in the slightest.

However, the dignified Lord Envoy is not the highest person in today's General Assembly.

When the four of them settled, a huge black shadow was projected over the entire venue, enveloping all the world.