The sound of cold snorting in the noisy hall should have been drowned out in an instant, but now this cold snort instantly suppressed all the sounds.

Everyone who heard this cold snort looked in the direction of the sending out almost at the same time.

Seeing the voice coming out, it was a handsome man wearing a red battle armor, with a clump of hair redder than the red battle armor, which gave people a feeling like a burning flame.

Seeing this person who snorted coldly, almost all the messengers in the hall closed their mouths one by one.

It's not that they don't want to be silent, it's that they know very well that in the current situation, there is simply no room for them to speak.

If they force their mouths to speak, then in the end, they will only bring shame on themselves!

A trace of solemnity flashed in the eyes of the Sword Sharpening Sage, although his cultivation had not yet reached the divine realm, he also had a lot of understanding of the situation of the entire Xuantian.

Especially in the world inhabited by the Terrans, the Sword Sharpening Saint has conducted detailed research, as one of the current leaders of the Terrans, he must know himself and his opponent no matter what.

The red-armored man in front of him, he had already recognized it at the first time. This person is the powerhouse of the Chifeng clan, and the red hair like a flame is the symbol of the royal family in the Chifeng clan.

It can be said that this person has a high status in the Chifeng clan.

Although he has always had the support of the Black Mang Clan, the Sword Sharpening Saint does not want to have a grudge against this powerful clan with an immortal existence.

However, at this time, he can't speak at will, after all, the most important thing in arranging seats is the face of the Heimang clan.

The God King of the Heimang Clan seemed to have been prepared for this matter, he didn't pay any attention to the man who let out a cold snort, and just respectfully said to the Sword Sharpening Sage: "Lord Sword, please!"

"It's really a shame for us to let us sit with an ant!" the strong man of the Chifeng clan said without giving an inch: "What's more, he actually sat at the head of my ancestor, this is simply an insult to my ancestor!"

As he spoke, his gaze fell on the Sword Sharpening Saint and said, "How can you be able to sit here?"

This sentence was aggressive and full of contempt, although the Sword Sharpening Saint was unwilling to offend the Chifeng clan, but hearing this, a raging anger still rose in his heart.

But no matter how angry he was, the Sword Sharpening Saint still had to suppress the anger in his heart, he knew that his cultivation was too far behind the person in front of him, and it could be said that in terms of cultivation, it was not a level at all.

Just when he was thinking about how to deal with this situation, the god king of the Heimang clan had already said coldly: "The seat is arranged by my emperor, if you think you have the qualifications to question my emperor, then you can continue." ”

As he spoke, the God King of the Black Mang Clan had already said to the Sword Sharpening Saint with a hint of respect on his face, "Please!"

The Sword Sharpening Saint knew very well that at this time, he had no other path to choose, after all, it was impossible for him to make friends with the Chifeng Clan, so at this time, he had to go all the way to the Black with the Black Mang Clan.

As for sitting in this position and suffering from other people's hatred, he can't care so much.

The red-haired man's face was constantly changing, and although he was very uncomfortable in his heart at this time, he was not qualified to question the decision of an immortal being.

Just when all kinds of thoughts were surging in his heart, he heard someone say coldly: "Yanmu, since it is the arrangement of Emperor Heimang, then we will do whatever we want." ”

"It's just that, wait a minute, when my ancestor comes, if he sees the person sitting next to him, will he be angry, then it's not something I can guess. ”

The one who spoke was a middle-aged man with a handsome face, and he was seven points similar to the god king known as Yanmu in terms of face.

It's just that this man's hair is a faint purple!

The purple flame surged above the man's head, like a magic lamp, shining on the nine heavens and ten earths!

Seeing the strength shown by this man, the face of the god king of the Heimang clan changed, and he recognized the identity of the person who came, who was not only a god master, but also a relatively powerful existence among the god masters.

"Lord Zixuan!"

"I've seen Lord Zixuan!"

"Hello Lord Zixuan!"

Although the existence of participating in the immortal feast this time was full of flattery for the immortal clan, when they saw this man from the Chifeng clan, they still stood up respectfully to greet each other, looking respectful.

A trace of solemnity flashed in the eyes of the Sword Sharpening Saint, and he could be said to be thunderous about the name of this Purple Xuan Divine Lord.

The Chifeng clan, or the universe where the human race is located, was originally the most promising existence to become an immortal realm, and his reputation was originally higher than that of the Black Mang Emperor.

However, because of his meritorious recommendation of Tang Rui, Emperor Heimang received the divine pill rewarded by the five holy lands, and thus soared into the sky and became an immortal existence.

With the arrival of this Zixuan Divine Lord, the momentum that was originally somewhat tense disappeared without a trace from the surface.

Although the Sword Sharpening Saint knew that offending this Purple Xuan Divine Lord would definitely lead to endless trouble, at this time, he had no choice.

After taking his seat, the Sword Cultivator glanced around the main hall a few times, and found that the people seated around the main hall were all God Kings, and there were even many God Lords, and among these people, only his cultivation was the lowest.

Even the attendants around him are higher in cultivation than him.

The Sword Cultivator understood the reason why Emperor Heimang gave him preferential treatment, but he was a little worried, feeling that he still couldn't afford such great preferential treatment.

Just when the Sword Cultivator felt uncomfortable, he felt an incomparably majestic momentum suddenly enveloping him.

Under this momentum, the Sword Saint felt like an ant, and the person who emitted the momentum was as majestic as heaven and earth.

When he sat in this hall, the Sword Cultivator was already a little numb to the momentum of the Divine Master-level existence, but now, in the face of this incomparably majestic aura, he really felt fear.

Who is it? Who is this?

Just when the Sword Saint was apprehensive in his heart, he saw those messengers who had been sitting quietly and waiting, and one by one stood up respectfully.

They almost simultaneously walked towards the door and saluted respectfully, "I've seen Lord Chifeng!"

These salutes include the powerhouses of the Black Mang clan.

The Sword Sage wanted to stand up, but he found that at this time, he didn't even have the strength to fight, and with the help of his position, he saw two figures and walked over.

Although these two figures were clearly reflected in the eyes of the Sword Saint, the Sword Saint felt that these two figures seemed to not exist.

Walking in front was a man with a purple face and a rocky feeling, and the moment the man walked, a purple cloud appeared in the void around him.

And behind this purple-faced man, the figure that followed was no stranger to the Sword Saint. He had seen the image of this person, and knew that this person was the ancestor of the Chifeng clan, the immortal powerhouse who had ruled this universe in the past.

To be able to make the ancestor of the Chifeng clan walk behind willingly, what kind of character should this be, looking at the situation of these two people, Emperor Heimang may be in trouble this time.

Although Emperor Heimang will not die, it is certain that he will be suppressed.

Just when the Sword Cultivator was thinking about the origin of the man who walked in front, the two Red Phoenix Ancestors had already come to the front of the Sword Cultivator.

The position of the Sword Cultivator is the third, and it can be said that he can't hide it if he wants to, and the gaze of the Red Phoenix Ancestor fell on the Sword Cultivator at first glance.

The moment the Red Phoenix Ancestor's eyes fell, the Sword Cultivator felt that his heart suddenly rose to his throat.

He even had a feeling that he had become a little insect targeted by fierce beasts, and he was in danger of being crushed at any time.

"Hmph!" Chifeng Old Ancestor snorted lightly, and then made a gesture of invitation towards the immortal of the purple face, which meant that the immortal was invited to sit in the first position in the main hall.

The immortal powerhouse with a purple face was not polite, and walked directly towards the first position under the main seat. The main seat is Emperor Heimang, and he sits like this, and he has a feeling of being in charge.

None of the congratulatory envoys present dared to speak, not only because of this person's immortal cultivation, but also because of the attitude of the Red Phoenix Ancestor.

The Red Phoenix Ancestor is the first person in this world, even if there is the rise of the Black Mang Emperor now, it still can't change this.

He has to treat the existence with respect, how powerful the cultivation should be.

Just as everyone was thinking about the origin of this person, the god king of the Heimang clan, who was in charge of entertaining the guests, suddenly said to the immortal who was about to sit down: "My lord, this is not your place, please sit in another place." ”

The words of the Black Mang God King made the surroundings become solemn, and one by one, they looked at the God King even more quickly at this moment.

Immortal powerhouses can't sit, who is this seat reserved for?

"You say he can't sit?hehe, young man, do you know what kind of person is standing in front of you?I can tell you, this is Lord Ziyue of the Origin Land!" The ancestor of the Chifeng clan, his voice was full of warning.

The immortal existence of the Origin Land!

After the identity of this purple-faced man was revealed, there were already many eyes full of fear, and at this time, there were countless flattering meanings.

After all, the prestige of the Origin Land is too strong.

The immortal powerhouse known as Lord Ziyue slowly walked to the first position, and seeing that he was about to sit down, the god king of the Heimang clan had already said in a deep voice: "Lord Ziyue, I'm really sorry, there are people in this position." ”

The ancestor of the Chifeng clan, not only was he not angry, but on the contrary, there was still a trace of joy in his eyes at this time.

For him, the more ruthlessly the Black Mang Clan offended Lord Ziyue, the more benefits he would get.

Just when the thoughts were surging in his heart, Lord Ziyue smiled and said, "It's up to you, but I want to see, wait a minute, who dares to sit in this position!"