The cultivator conference that shocked the Celestial Empire cultivator realm was finally about to start today. Except for those cultivators who were defending against the Sea Clan on the front line, almost nine out of ten traveled from all over the world to the capital to attend the meeting. You must know that this kind of assembly of cultivators has not been held for hundreds of years in the history of the Celestial Empire. The last time, when the assembly of monks was held, everyone in this era had not yet been born. Because it is the strongest fake pill, Shouyuan is only three hundred years, and he has not caught up with that grand event. Therefore, if you don't come to this cultivator conference, I'm afraid that you won't be able to get the next time in your life.

This day is destined to go down in history. After four hundred and fifty-three years, the cultivators of the Celestial Empire gathered together again to discuss important matters. Every cultivator assembly will always elect an alliance leader, and who can have this honor today is the biggest attraction. The weak ones all have an attitude of watching the excitement. Some of the best of the innate ones also have the intention of getting their hands on the throne of the alliance leader.

Pangu Grand View is composed of a super 5A-level office building, three international apartments, a Pangu seven-star hotel and the world's first commercial corridor with a total length of 411 meters - Dragon Corridor.

Naturally, this cultivator conference cannot be held in a corner, nor can it be held in the Great Hall of the People, after all, cultivators are not officials, and they have committed taboos. Pangu is the great god who opened the heavens and the earth, and is the belief of countless Xuanhuang Universe cultivators, and always looks up to the gods he serves. Therefore, Ren Qianxun chose to hold a conference in this Pangu Grand Temple.

It was almost noon, and many small sects like Hengsha had already arrived here, waiting for the grand meeting at three o'clock in the afternoon, but the cultivators of the famous sects had a future, and they were pitifully few.

This clubhouse is divided into three areas. The outermost third area is the area for the acquired cultivators of the small sects who are scattered and unpopular, and they can only stand, and there is not even a small bench. The middle area is the second area, which is the area of the middle sect and some ordinary innates, there are not many tables and chairs here, and only the first day is qualified to sit down. The most central area is the first area, where only the top sects or powerful loose cultivators can enter, and only the heads of each sect can do it on the rosewood chair. People are divided into three, six, nine and so are cultivators, and the division of these three areas fully explains what status is and what status is.

At this time, it was already a quarter of noon, and it was only two quarters of an hour before the official start of the conference, but the people of the Great Gate Sect did not see even a shadow. At this time, Mobei Shuangxiong, Mo Blind, Ye A, Hong Yihong, Cai Huarui, and Wang Heihu couldn't sit still. After all, if those famous sects don't come to this cultivator conference, there is no point in it. If they fail to make an appointment, then the organizer Ren Qianxun will laugh and be generous, how will he mix in the cultivator world in the future. Only Yinxiang and Ren Qianxun were calm, confident, and very calm, and the two were still talking and laughing at this time.

"These famous hypocrites really hate people!" The grumpy Wang Heihu kept pacing in the first area, kicking and shattering a rosewood table.

"Don't worry! Don't worry! In less than a quarter of an hour, they will come one after another!" Yin Xiang twitched his stiff muscles as a silver corpse, and put on a zombie-specific smile, Zhizhu said in his hand.

"The head of the Qingcheng Sword Sect, Qing Hongzi, with the elder Qing Luzi and the punishment elder Qing Lanzi, came to the meeting. As soon as Yin Xiang's voice fell, as expected, three kendo cultivators with swords on their backs, one in front and two behind, strode into the first area. The appearance of these three people is also interesting. The leader is a middle-aged man, heroic, invisibly revealing majesty. The latter two, the one on the left is the appearance of a young man, wearing a white robe, and his appearance is slightly longer than Ren Qianxun, but the age of the cultivator cannot be judged by age, I am afraid that this person is skilled. is the one on the right, with hair better than snow, a fluttering beard, chapped skin, and a black robe, living like an old man in the twilight. But it's just that the appearance is twilight, and the body exudes a strong vitality and innate aura.

"Qin Hongzi is in charge, please take a seat!" Ren Qianxun stepped forward and said very politely, and then pointed to a chair to signal the middle-aged Qingcheng to teach in charge, and Qinghongzi took a seat.

"Ren Daoyou, it's been a long time!" At this time, the three people of the Qingcheng Sword Sect said in unison, and then they gave up their hands and sat down unceremoniously.

"The host of Jinguang Temple, * with his disciples, Xintong and Xinda, is here to go to the cultivators' conference!"

At this time, the three monks who walked into the hair-cutting walked slowly, clasped their hands together. The monk headed by the monk has a gray head, wears a red silk pearl strange stone robe, the golden light is faintly shining, and he is like a monk, which is quite extraordinary. The two monks in the back were wearing coarse cloth monk's robes and looked middle-aged. This simplicity and magnificence become a stark contrast.

"Amitabha. Jinguang Temple* has seen Ren Benefactor. ”

"Amitabha. Jinguang Temple Xintong has seen Lord Ren. ”

"Amitabha. Jinguang Temple Xinda has seen the benefactor Ren. ”

At this time, the three Jinguang Temple monks with * as the main one hand held on their chests, turned the extraordinary Buddhist prayer beads with the other, recited a Buddha name, and greeted Ren Qianxun.

"*Master, please take a seat with two other masters. After the others come, we will discuss important matters together!" Ren Qianxun said as he raised his hand and pointed to a rosewood chair. The three monks of Jinguang Temple also returned to their seats with Buddha rituals.

"Emei forgot to smoke the master and the two little masters, who were in love and in love, were invited to the meeting. As Yinxiang said, these famous factions have appeared one after another. After a shout, sure enough, the Emei faction's Forgotten Smoke Master and the two little nuns walked into the first area. Although these three Emei nuns are bald monks, they are also stunning beauties, with beautiful postures and graceful demeanor, which has a unique flavor.

"Emei, forget the smoke and bring the two disciples to the meeting!" This Emei's forget smoke master said too coldly, and he didn't greet Ren Qianxun politely, so he walked straight to a rosewood chair and sat down.

"It's a pity that this Emei forgets to smoke and her apprentice, and it's a pity to be a nun. "Black Tiger, the master of the Black Tiger Gate, saw the nuns of the Emei faction, his soul was hooked, and he almost didn't drool.

"No matter how good-looking this old nun is, she is a bald person, and she is so big that she doesn't greet our lord. Hong Yihong, the head of the Hong family, also disagreed, obviously dissatisfied with Emei's entrustment.

At this time, the little nun behind Mrs. Forget Smoke was also a fiery temper, and when she heard that Wang Heihu was disrespectful, she swung her sword and stabbed her chest. "You disciple look at the sword!" This little nun is just the Grandmaster realm of the Eight Heavens, and this sword seems to be dancing beautifully. But Wang Heihu was full of flaws in his innate opinion, and he restrained the little nun with just one move.

"Old pervert, let go of me!" At this time, the little nun said coldly, and wanted to swing her sword to stab Wang Heihu. I saw that the king of the black tiger slapped out with one palm, and the little nun's sword fell to the ground with a clatter.

At this time, Master Wangyan, who was sitting on the red sandalwood seat, had the same expression, but he swung several sword qi from his sleeve and went straight to the king black tiger.

PS: This is the slowest chapter I've ever written in my novel