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When Mo Li heard this, her face turned red, she was silent for a while, and said, "No...... No, I just feel that I finally caught up with the Treasure Hunting Conference, isn't it a pity that my senior brother didn't go to take a look?"

"Look, of course I have to see it!" Lan Feng glanced at Mo Li, turned around, squinted his eyes and said: "I am a person who loves to watch the excitement, naturally I will not miss the treasure hunting conference that is only held once in thirty years, not only can you see many strange magic weapons, but also see wonderful fight scenes, why not?"

To be honest, Lan Feng really didn't want to miss such a wonderful gathering, he had heard a long time ago that the Treasure Hunting Conference gathered most of the monks in the world, he had been here for eight years, and he had only practiced in Chu Yunfeng, and he didn't know much about other sects.

I've heard people say before that the world he came to is an island with a history of tens of thousands of years of cultivation. It is called an island because it is located in an ocean that stretches as far as the eye can see.

The shape of this island changes every once in a while due to the movement of tectonic plates, so it has not been named, and the cultivation realm calls it Nameless Island. The area of this island is huge, and there are hundreds of sects in Xiuzhen alone, and there are at least a thousand of them if you count the small sects that have not been established for a long time.

Each sect has different exercises, and the one he was most impressed by was a sect called Mingxin Pavilion, the pavilion master was named Yue Mingxin, and his origin was very mysterious.

This sect has only been established for more than 20 years, but it can make all the monks in the cultivation realm change their complexion when they hear it, and they will stay away. His disciples are all white-clothed scholars, weak scholars, drinking tea and writing poems on weekdays, talking and laughing, but all of them are peerless masters with unique skills.

Although it rarely communicates with other sects, it is one of the few rich sects among all the cultivation sects, and its inner spirit stones are as many as flowing water, innumerable, and inexhaustible.

Hearing that most of the heads of the sects would come to sit in this treasure hunting conference, Lan Feng was full of curiosity about Yue Mingxin. What kind of abilities does this so-called legendary figure have, and what kind of cultivation does he have?

"Senior brother, what are you thinking?" Mo Li's question pulled Lan Feng back from his deeper and deeper thoughts.

Lan Feng chuckled lightly and said, "Senior sister, I definitely can't leave before the Treasure Hunting Conference, but after that, it's not necessarily." Senior brother advises you, Chu Yunfeng is a dangerous place, it is better to leave earlier. ”

"That's good. Mo Li breathed a deep sigh of relief.

"What are you talking about?" Faced with her words that were not what she asked, Lan Feng was momentarily confused.

"Senior brother, Mo Li still has something to do, go first, see you next time!" Mo Li said, leaving in a hurry, disappearing into the bright moonlight.

"It's a big night, can there be anything!" Lan Feng's expression suddenly darkened, glanced at the teacup that no longer had a drop of tea in his hand, sighed lightly, and returned to the room.

On a small road in Chu Yunfeng, Mo Li played with a strand of his hair, walked forward with a heavy heart, and muttered to himself: "I can't talk anymore, otherwise I will definitely be exposed." Alas, it's good that Senior Brother Lan Feng wants to participate in the Treasure Hunting Conference, otherwise, all the preparations made in the past five years will be in vain. Alas. ”

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, seven days have passed.

On this day, Bu Yi summoned all the disciples who were qualified to participate in the Treasure Hunt Conference to the square.

Lan Feng had been thinking about what he had heard in the bamboo forest before, and when the sky was just white, he called the king up and came to the square with him to wait.

"Senior brother, are you taking chicken blood today? Why are you so active, I haven't woken up yet...... Ah......h

Lan Feng glanced at the king and joked, "Senior brother, how can you say that you are also a monk, why are you still sleeping?"

"What's wrong with the monk? Who says the monk can't sleep?" the king glanced at Lan Feng listlessly, and his eyes slowly closed again.

Lan Feng shook his head and smiled bitterly, continuing to wait patiently.

In a blink of an eye, the sky was already bright, and the disciples came to the square one after another, most of them were confused, not knowing what was going on, and some disciples were full of anticipation, looking at the door from time to time.

Suddenly, the portal in the middle of Chu Yunfeng brightened, and the first one to walk out was Bai Zhen, the head disciple.

His gaze quickly swept over all the disciples, without any expression on his face, and walked straight to the open space under the high platform, sat on the ground and closed his eyes.

Many of the disciples had a look of adoration on their faces, and they whispered to me.

It didn't take long for the light curtain of the teleportation array to light up again, and two middle-aged people with immortal wind dao bones walked out of it, talking and laughing as they walked, all the disciples lowered their heads, and the scene suddenly became a lot quieter.

With the alternation of light and darkness in the teleportation array, five middle-aged people walked out one after another, and they walked to the high platform and sat down.

Suddenly, the sun seemed to be obscured by dark clouds, and the sky became overcast, making a rumbling sound.

A bolt of lightning suddenly appeared, slashing in the center of the high platform. The moment the lightning disappeared, an illusory figure appeared.