"Don't worry, I won't hit you this time," Lin Ruhu said with a smile.
"But I think your seat is pretty good."
"This is the seat of our Tianqin sect," Zhang Shihao said quickly.
“I don’t like to stand, I get angry when I stand, and I want to hit people when my temper breaks out.
Once you hit someone, you become quadriplegic again, so you know what I mean," Lin Ruhu said with a chuckle.
"Master," Zhang Shihao looked at the old man next to him with tears in his eyes.
"Let's go," the old man glanced at Xu Zimo behind him, stood up and left without saying anything.
He sees the world very clearly, and the only truth is that the fist is big.
Xu Zimo and Xu Zimo were sitting on chairs. Not to mention, although the chairs were a little far back, the terrain was relatively high, so they could clearly see the changes on the ring.
"Brother Zimo, do you want to participate?" Lin Ruhu looked at Xu Zimo and asked.
"Don't the protagonists always appear in the finale?" Xu Zimo said with a smile.
"On your side, you can go up and give it a try and see where your current strength is."
"When Miss Jing took a look, she saw him before, but why he disappeared as soon as he came in," Lin Ruhu said strangely.
"Stay away from her, that woman is not simple," Xu Zimo said.
"Why? Didn't she help us?" Lin Ruhu asked.
"Then why does she want to help me? Just because I'm handsome?" Xu Zimo asked.
"Maybe it's because you are handsome," Lin Ruhu said with a smile.
"Hey, it seems to make sense," Xu Zimo nodded in agreement.
Although he said this, he had always been wary of Miss Jing in his heart.
…………
At this moment, the sound of "rumbling" drumming sounded like thunder all around.
The originally noisy scene was suppressed.
The sound of the drum was deafening, and the drummer was wearing a red robe and holding a drumstick.
There was a red thread on the drumstick, and with the sound of the drum, the red thread fluttered all over the sky.
Shocking to the heart and lungs.
Along with the drumsticks, the sect leaders of the twelve sects stepped forward and walked towards the distance together.
These twelve people have different auras around them, with endless spiritual energy surging, but they are all powerful, like gods, giving everyone a sense of oppression.
Twelve people passed by, and eleven of them sat on the seats in front.
Baili Chengfeng stepped onto the stage.
His green robe was fluttering in the breeze, and the sword at his waist was not unsheathed, but the sword light was already reaching the sky.
He raised his right hand, and the deafening drums all around stopped.
"I am very grateful to you all for being able to gather here today and to be able to contribute to this worldly world.
I think there is no need to explain it among the Imperial Immortal Sects, but for many ordinary cultivators or sects, they simply don’t understand what a demon is?”
After Baili Chengfeng finished speaking, he paused slightly.
He raised his right hand, and at some point a golden scroll appeared in his hand.
The moment he opened the scroll, endless imperial power came.
At this moment, the emperor's power soared into the sky, like a knife hanging above the heads of all living beings, and everyone felt a sense of oppression.
Unconsciously want to surrender.
On this golden scroll, there are only two words written, "Destroy the devil."
This word was definitely written by the emperor, and the emperor's power cannot be wrong.
"This imperial decree was given by our ancestor, Emperor Changkong," Baili Chengfeng suppressed all discussions with one sentence.
"Not only our Baili family, I believe that many imperial sects have received similar orders, all from their ancestors."
"I can explain to you briefly,
In the very distant past, there was a history that was buried.
The Demon Lord wanted to destroy the entire world with his demon clan. During that period of history, all things were destroyed, all living beings were devastated, and wars raged.
The entire continent fell into despair.
In the end, all creatures could not bear to be oppressed and united to resist the devil.
After tens of thousands of years of fighting, the demon lord was finally sealed and the demons were defeated.
Now that time has passed, the Demon Lord has begun to awaken, and before he has fully recovered and gathered the Demons, this is our only chance."
Baili Chengfeng said solemnly: "Don't hang yourself up because it doesn't have anything to do with you.
When the devil comes, no one will be innocent.
So now, I ask everyone, like the sages of the past, to unite and follow me... to slay the devil."
"Kill the devil, kill the devil..."
After Baili Chengfeng finished speaking, people began to respond intermittently around him.
The sound even got louder and louder, the crowds of people were overwhelming, and the roar was overwhelming.
"This is nonsense," Lin Ruhu shouted angrily.
"This man has a knack for convincing people with his speeches. How come I didn't notice that before," Xu Zimo said with a smile.
"What would happen if I asked him to kneel on the ground later and shout "Long Live the Demon King?"
I saw Baili Chengfeng on the stage waving his hands to signal everyone to quiet down.
Then he smiled and said: "Since we have formed the Demon Dang Alliance, we naturally have to fight for the same goal.
It's just that now there is no leader, which is a big taboo.
But at the same time, this is also the original intention of holding today’s Demon Fighting Conference.”
"I believe everyone already knows the rules. As long as you have the strength and can convince the crowd, everyone can participate.
I hereby announce that the Demon Slaying Conference has officially begun."
After he finished speaking, there was a lot of noise under the ring.
This conference is not a competition among young people, anyone can participate.
It doesn't matter even if you are an old man.
"Since everyone is waiting, why don't I, Mr. Huang, start the conversation first," a loud laugh came from below.
People looked in the direction of the sound.
"It's Zhenren Huanglong," someone said.
"Rogue cultivators, you still have courage."
The Taoist wore a yellow dragon robe, held his head high and walked onto the ring with a smile on his face.
"I wonder which brother is willing to compete with me?"
"I'll do it." After his words fell, another voice sounded.
I saw a very big, burly man walking up with a huge ax on his back.
"He's from Songak Mountain," someone started to introduce to those who didn't know him.
"The Songyue sect lives on Yueshan Mountain. I heard that Songyue Mountain has huge manpower. It carried Yueshan across a hundred thousand miles without rest."
"Although it sounds good, whether it's the Huanglong master or the Songyue Mountain man, it always feels a bit uninteresting."
Someone whispered: "We are choosing alliance leaders, they are not qualified yet."
"You don't understand this," someone next to him laughed.
"This is a chance for them to show their face, and they can plan to have an official position in the Demon Alliance in the future.
Unless a real big shot appears, this is just a warm-up."
The two stood on the ring and held each other's hands.
The Songak Mountain man slowly took off the giant ax behind him.
