On the peak of the Luo Jian Sect Master, long tables were placed on the huge square, and there were all kinds of heaven and earth spirit fruits exuding strange fragrances on the tables, and there were also pure brewed spirit wines with rich aromas for people to eat and drink.

Some people are chatting with others, or pushing cups and changing lamps, or shuttling through various groups of people, making friends with those Taoists and geniuses from various sects.

It was a big event, there was no blood, no killing, just a lively atmosphere of conversation.

Most of the people who come here are a leader, some people are born with a strong temperament, and some people seem to be bland, but there is a rare obscurity between their demeanor.

Each of these people is extremely gifted, and they are the most talented people in the world.

Of course, most of these people's cultivation is also in the foundation building period and the Jindan period, and there are very few monks below the foundation building period, after all, if you seriously say that the monks in the condensation stage can enter the threshold of cultivation, there is too much difference between them and them, and this conference also has restrictions on this aspect. Not too many people who have cultivated in the condensation period are not allowed to come in.

Most of the monks who have attained the level of Jindan and above do not bother to participate in such a grand event, because it is no longer of much benefit to them to interact with people and talk about the Tao here, and their horizons are broader and they occupy a higher position.

Mo Ming also shuttled through the crowd, constantly looking for the disciples of the Luo Jian Sect, and then raised his glass to talk and inquire about the news of Uncle Sihai and Xiao Mo Xin.

Here, no one would think that it would be abrupt to get acquainted with someone they didn't know, because the purpose of this Dao conference was to give the Daoists of the various sects an opportunity to contact each other and confirm each other's cultivation results.

I just walked around a few times and saw a lot of familiar faces, but there was very little news about Uncle Sihai, and it seemed that in the understanding of many disciples of Luo Jian Sect, Uncle Sihai was quite mysterious.

In the end, Mo Ming sat in a corner with some disappointment and drank alcohol, because in those only news, he learned from a disciple of Luo Jian Sect that Mo Sihai had not returned to the sect for nearly a year, and most of the people who were in this Dao Conference could not see him.

"Where did Uncle Sihai go, is he still in the extreme west?" Mo Ming couldn't help but ask secretly, a little lost.

From the Great Xia Kingdom to the Moro Country, and then went to the Far West to participate in the trial of nine deaths and one life, and then went to the Northern Kingdom, the Bohai Kingdom until now and now he has returned to the Moro Kingdom, his purpose is really simple, just to find Uncle Sihai and Uncle Sihai to see each other.

But why is it so hard?

Mo Ming was very depressed, unlike those who pushed the cup and changed the cup with a smile on their faces, he was very sour in his heart, because even Xiao Mo Xin barely got much news from this inquiry.

Luo Jian Sect is very big, and there are many disciples, he asked more than a dozen Luo Jian Sect disciples in a row, but the answers he got were all unheard, only the last one was almost seven or eight years old, Xiao Dao Tong once said that he had seen a little girl of four or five years old in Luo Jian Sect, but that was a few years ago, and he had not seen him since.

"Could it be that my sister has been following Uncle Sihai all the time, and she is not in Luo Jian Sect at all?"

Mo Ming suddenly thought, the loss in his heart was even stronger, if this was really the case, then this time to see this Dao conference would have no meaning for him, compared to those who knew or didn't know, he preferred to practice silently alone.

And perhaps since he came out of the foot of Tongtian Mountain, he has been lonely, and he has never been accustomed to crowded places, especially in places where he cannot guarantee his safety.

In this Luo Jian Sect, there are too many Tianjiao in each sect, there are people he is familiar with, and there are also people who have enemies with him, because there are not many people he killed in the small world of the Luo Shasa Sect.

He didn't want to be noticed, let alone recognized, because he couldn't guarantee his safety if something unpleasant happened.

Of course, having said that, the path of cultivation was originally against the current, and he didn't think about taking it, but just tried to see if this event would be beneficial to him without exposing it.

At the same time, he was still expecting that at some point, Uncle Sihai would appear, and Xiao Moxin would also appear.

When it was getting late, the people from all the sects had almost arrived, and there were almost no monks coming in a hurry outside the stone gate, and the atmosphere in the whole square had reached the most pompous point.

"Look, the elders of the various sects are here!"

Suddenly, not far from Mo Ming's side, I don't know who shouted, some people turned their eyes to look outside the stone gate, and suddenly saw dozens of streamers flickering, and then turned into dozens of monks of different figures, male and female, and went straight to a large hall behind the square.

What caught everyone's attention was that as soon as these people appeared, they had an extremely solemn atmosphere, as if something big was about to happen, their eyes swept over the faces of each young disciple, and finally they hurried by, disappearing from everyone's eyes.

"Is something going to happen?"

A man asked with a frown, as if he was curious about the look on the faces of these elders that was obviously out of place in this grand event.

"I don't know, but it shouldn't look good!" said the other, also frowning.

"It can't have something to do with extraterritorial battlefields, right?" said one of them.

"It's hard to say, calculate the time, the extraterritorial battlefield is almost the opening of these two days, ......"

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For a while, there was a lot of discussion, and the original atmosphere in the entire square seemed to have changed because of the arrival of these elders.

And not long after the sound of this discussion sounded, a huge boat hundreds of zhang long appeared outside the huge stone gate, and the shadows on it flashed, mostly some old monks, each with a touch of solemnity on their faces, and then hurriedly played the magic trick, not letting the boat appear in front of everyone's eyes, but disappeared in the void with a slight flash.

At the same time, in the other direction, an ancient car came galloping, the speed was very fast, and in an instant it came to Shimen, and a young man walked out of the car.

The young man was dressed in a shawl with black hair, he looked only twenty-five or sixteen years old, his eyes were like a sea of stars, his face was like a knife, and his figure was very straight. Although he is not very handsome, the whole person reveals a strong momentum, like a young supreme, coming from all directions.

"Huh, isn't this the ninth generation of the Great Yan Holy Land, Yu Bansheng, hasn't he already arrived?"

Someone exclaimed, recognized it at a glance, and seemed very surprised, because a few days ago, someone saw that this Holy Son had already come here, but they didn't expect that he would appear at this time.

"It's indeed him! I heard that his talent is the best in the three hundred years of the Great Yan Holy Land, if he hadn't been born a little late, he might have returned from the extraterritorial battlefield like the previous generation of Tianjiao!"

"Then is he going to participate in the next competition this time? Seeing that his cultivation seems to have reached the Jindan Great Perfection realm, this kind of cultivation, coupled with such talent, who can beat it?" someone couldn't help but ask.

"Not necessarily, the level of cultivation does not determine everything, you must know that the competition of this conference has a suppression of cultivation, which will restrict people from fighting in the same realm, and no one may be able to defeat him at that time!"

"That's right, not to mention that there are not a few people who stayed in the previous generation of Tianjiao and did not go to the extraterritorial battlefield, let's just say that there are many people in this generation of Tianjiao who are very strong in their own right, and it is impossible to predict who will win or lose at that time!"

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With the arrival of Yu Bansheng, the noise sounded in the field again, which seemed to dilute the previous discussion of the elders' expressions.

What some people didn't expect was that as soon as Yu Bansheng came, he didn't pay any attention to those who greeted him, swept his eyes, and then went straight to a corner, the expression on his face couldn't say anything, so that many people suddenly had doubts and couldn't help but look in the direction he was walking.

There, there was a man who was drinking bitterly with a spirit wine, his eyes seemed to be a little lost, and he seemed to be thinking about something, and he didn't notice anything around him