This unknown space is very large, and the people sitting in the scattered seats do not seem to be separated from each other, and the sound of the two people who are close to each other is also very close, so that outsiders will not hear it.

Zhang Yixian sat like this, staring at the people around him and discussing what the white-haired old man said before.

After about half an hour, the buzz around me gradually subsided, and in its place were temporary groups formed in the seats.

Zhang Yixian didn't know these people, and it was very difficult for him to find a place among these people by himself.

And the rest of the people who were at the same stage as him also formed alliances one after another.

After the white-haired old men at the front finished speaking, they let the representatives of the world's forces below mutter, and a group of them seemed to have discussed it, and the old gods were still there, and they didn't talk to each other, nor did they mess around.

Zhang Yixian observed slightly, after the white-haired old man fell silent, in half an hour, more than a dozen alliances were formed among the hundreds of people here.

For these people, this is almost a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, whether it is the actions of the Heavenly Court or the pattern spawned by the situation in the world, it is unavoidable.

After some bargaining, Zhang Yixian also felt the atmosphere, it was not that these people did not have the strength to fight, but a compromise of interests.

More than an hour was spent in the discussion and conversation, and almost all the people in the entire hall formed a group, or found a force that thought they had good conditions to add to it.

In addition to Zhang Yixian, who seems to be different, I am afraid that there are only a few old men who spoke before.

Some people also noticed Zhang Yixian's actions, during this period, several forces that thought they were strong enough also conveyed some solicitation meanings, and their words also conveyed some of the forces behind them in the world, intentionally or unintentionally.

Most of them are the leaders of the rebel armies who are more famous in the world, as well as the generals who stand on their own hills, and they are within the command.

In short, these people were all the leaders of the rebel army on one side, and even recruited these people, including the Yuan court, which is still in an orthodox position today.

The more he knew, the more Zhang Yixian longed for this Taishan temple fair, and there was too much information contained in it, which was a little difficult for him to digest for a while.

And his attention was always fixed on the most conspicuous vacant seat in front of him, and its owner never appeared.

If he could, Zhang Yixian would really like to meet the master of the White Lotus Sect, the childless old mother.

However, he also saw some famous halls, although the strength of several of them was not as strong as the White Lotus Sect, but the gap was not heaven and earth.

"Alright. It's been so long, and you must have all had results in your hearts, so the Taishan temple fair will officially begin. ”

The white-haired old man who had spoken before got up again, and after looking around with his eyes, he said slowly in a deep voice.

When his voice fell, there was something more in front of everyone sitting in his place, and when he lowered his body and looked closely, it turned out to be a statistical table of the White Lotus Sect's forces here.

All of them were based on the actual investigation of the White Lotus Sect.

The first place is naturally the White Lotus Sect, and behind it, there is also a genus name, Xiao Ming Wang.

Immediately, Zhang Yixian understood that this was the person who was preparing for the White Lotus Sect in the world to support the fight for the world was Han Shantong's son, Han Lin'er.

Han Lin'er, who is known as the reincarnation of King Ming, doesn't know how much of his true ability is, but as far as the White Lotus Sect fully supports him, he doesn't necessarily have much worse than others.

There are a total of twenty-eight on paper, representing the division of strength that is ranked at the top of the list today, and the Yuan Court is also among them.

Zhang Yixian just wrote down this information in his heart, and then silently looked at the situation in the field, without any intention of coming out, according to his thoughts, as long as there is no Zhu Yuanzhang among these people, no matter what forces he is behind him, it will be impossible to succeed in the end.

Although Zhu Yuanzhang is still a nobody at the moment, one day, his achievements will surprise these people.

Besides, when he came this time, Zhang Yixian had the idea of getting in touch with this world with a long insight, and he didn't want to do it with these big thick legs at this moment.

What's more, in history, Zhu Yuanzhang also submitted to the command of Han Lin'er, the king of Xiaoming, and when he took advantage of the situation to take Ying Tianfu in one fell swoop, everyone treated him differently.

After that, he was named the king of Wu, and finally fought a decisive battle with Chen Youliang at Poyang Lake, laying the foundation of the Ming Dynasty for more than 200 years in one fell swoop.

"Ming Lao, this is a little inappropriate. ”

Just when Zhang Yixian was pondering, the calm situation in the field was broken again, and a middle-aged man who was not very old and immature-looking got up, first saluted the white-haired old man, and then spoke.

In an instant, more than a dozen people in brocade clothes surrounded the person who spoke before, as if they were watching the excitement, and their eyes were full of playfulness.

The white-haired old man who called Ming Lao in his backpack saw this young man beating his head, his eyes glanced around, and he couldn't help frowning for a while.

Sitting next to the young man was a middle-aged monk of about forty years old, with a burly figure and two sword eyebrows on his face, extremely majestic.

Although the aura exuded from his body is not very strong, if you feel it carefully, it is another experience.

Beside him, there were seven or eight monks whose eyes flashed, obviously in an alliance with the young man who had spoken before.

Zhang Yixian, like everyone else, didn't speak, just stared at this place, waiting for the situation to change.

Obviously, this young man was just a bird who was pushed out, but his words were echoed by most of the people in the audience, so that most of them were silent at the moment, waiting for the response of the old man Bai Mingming.

"Jiang Shuiwen, tell me what's wrong with this. ”

Ming Lao, who was sitting at the top, still had a kind smile on his face, and he did not show any dissatisfaction because of the collision of the young man.

"First of all, although your White Lotus Sect is powerful, it doesn't mean that you can guide the country and set the candidates for the foundation of the world. Again, in addition to speaking with strength, the Taishan temple fair is more important to luck and strength, in my opinion, everyone has the freedom to compete in the world. ”

As soon as the young man's voice fell, many people in the surrounding crowd showed a smile on their faces for some reason, and their eyes looked back and forth on the old man and the young man.

Soon there was a vague discussion in the crowd again, and Ming Lao was not angry when he saw this, and only after the scene cooled down did he say: "Strength is everything, if you are dissatisfied, let your ancestor come to me." ”