There are two conditions for participating in the birthday of Master Wuxin, and you only need to meet any conditions.

First, your cultivation level is at least as high as the Earth Immortal, and you can participate in your birthday for free as long as your cultivation level is higher than that of the Earth Immortal.

Because a strong man of this level can come to his birthday to give face to Master Wuxin. If you give me face, I will give face to you. Cultivation is the best pass! This is the privilege of the strong!

The second is to have an invitation letter given by the Soul Refining Hall. As long as you have an invitation letter, no matter your cultivation level, you can participate.

Of course, even if you can participate regardless of your cultivation level, there is a prerequisite that is, you can get an invitation letter from the Soul Refining Hall. Basically, the senior executives of the Soul Refining Hall can have some quotas. This is also a benefit to the senior executives of the Soul Refining Hall, and this is also a daily means to win people's hearts.

Of course, most people don’t know the first condition. They have not reached that level, and they don’t even have the qualifications to know the news.

For example, the Five Ghosts of the Yellow Spring sounded very majestic, and they were both Huangquan and what the Yellow Spring were. In fact, they were just five young monks at the first and second level of the Spirit Gods.

In a remote and deserted country, you can still be a great monk, but in the central region, you can only be a small monk, and it is a bit irresistible to be a centurion in the army.

Zhang Cang didn't say anything, so these people agreed that they were allowed to follow behind.

Zhang Cang understood the little thoughts of these people. He did not speak, which was a default. Small people also had the value of using small people. If these people were sensible, what if they let them enter?

If you are disobedient, then you will crush it to death.

"It's quite a bit of awesome." Zhang Cang showed a hint of interest in his eyes. He originally thought that the Soul Refining Hall sect would have restrictions no matter how big the Soul Refining Hall was in this deep mountain that was not connected to the journey. Now it seems that he has a glimpse of the power of the Soul Refining Hall.

In the center of the Cangmeng Mountains, a black and white gate that is hundreds of feet tall and majestic and tall is towering above it. Behind the gate is a vague and continuous building, with disciples from the Soul Refining Hall welcomed guests on both sides of the gate.

Looking at Zhang Cang walking towards him, the disciples of the Soul Refining Hall always felt very inconsistent. The other guests who came were either gloomy, as if someone owed his family tens of millions of dollars and refused to pay it back.

Or you are full of demonic energy, and you will kill your whole family if you disagree.

And what happened to this fat man wearing a Confucian robe and smiling silly!

Good sect education has allowed these two disciples responsible for receiving the students not to show their emotions they should not have on their faces.

He stepped forward with a formulaic smile, "Does this fellow Taoist have an invitation?"

Zhang Cang glanced at the two of them, snorted coldly and took out a black bead from his arms and handed it to one of the disciples. "What are the names of you two?"

"Disciple Qingyue." "Disciple Mingfeng." The two disciples were a little confused.

"Well, these five people are my beloved disciples, take them in to see the world." Zhang Cang said, pointing to the Five Ghosts of the Yellow Spring behind him.

Qing Yue Mingfeng and the others looked at each other, nodded and said, "Of course there is no problem if they are senior disciples."

Zhang Cang turned his head, squinted his eyes and smiled warmly: "Why are the five precious disciples coming here?"

Damn! How did we become this fat man's apprentice! When the Five Ghosts of Huangquan were shocked, they always felt a bad feeling, but at this moment they had no choice but to retreat, and they felt like they were on a pirate ship.

After entering, the Five Ghosts of the Yellow Spring seemed to have walked into hell. There were terrifying cultivators passing by everywhere, looking at others around them inadvertently, and a cold air rose from the tailbone.

Hurry up and follow the "Master".

Little did he know that Zhang Cang was also extremely sad. The aura of the celestial immortals felt was less than ten, and the earth immortals had dozens or hundreds of auras, which almost included nearly half of the demonic powerhouses in the Great World of Zhan Cang.

I'm not a fierce man like Xiang Yu...

Zhang Cang had no expression on his face and reached out to touch the note hidden in his sleeve.

"Hahaha, welcome all the friends on the road to attend my ten thousand birthday. If you can come, you will give me the face of Master Wuxin!" Master Wuxin, wearing a yellow robe and white-haired and bearded, sat in the main seat at the highest point.

On both sides of his seat were cushions, and the ones sitting were full of immortal monks.

Below are the seats of hundreds of earth immortal cultivators, and finally the seats of human immortals and other guests. Zhang Cang and the Five Ghosts of Huangquan are in an inconspicuous corner of the last group of seats.

Everyone in the venue applauded warmly, and the sunset in the sky fell on the beard of Wuxin, dyed golden red, adding a bit of a transcendent temperament out of thin air.

Zhang Cang lowered his head, a piece of paper slipped out of his sleeve, with a line of words written on it...

"Fuck! Who wants to give you face!"

Zhang Cang suddenly stood up and shouted angrily.

The sound is so loud that it keeps echoing in the sky.

The entire venue fell into silence.

Just like all sounds are drawn away.

Everyone turned around and looked at the fierce man who was speaking.

Huang Quan Wu Ghost standing behind Zhang Cang, his face pale and sat on the ground in despair.

It's over! I've long known that this fat white man is a bad embryo with pus flowing from the soles of his feet and sores on his head.

You just want to die by yourself, but you still have to take my five brothers to bury them with you. Now we say that it’s okay if you are not your disciple? The Five Ghosts of Huangquan are in tears.

"But... I heard it wrong?" Master Wuxin pondered for a moment and spoke slowly.

Zhang Cang took a deep breath and shouted loudly: "You heard it right, everyone in the devil's way can be punished!"

The Five Ghosts of the Yellow Spring almost fainted.

If you only offended the Soul Refining Hall and Master Wuxin before, now this sentence will offend everyone present.

What kind of grudges do we have with you?

"Hey, I didn't expect a righteous bull to have a nose." A red-haired demon in the seat above spoke in a stern.

Zhang Cang was silent for a moment, took out the second note from his sleeve, and glanced down.

His face twitched slightly, he raised his head and looked up at the sky, and spoke in a very sad tone: "Have you ever heard of a sword technique coming from the west?"

ha?

After hearing Zhang Cang's words, many people habitually looked up and glanced westward.

There is nothing.

At the top of a mountain to the west, Li Bai, dressed in white, stood on the top of the mountain with his sword, his clothes fluttering in the wind, and his sharp eyes seemed to pass through time and space to descend on the Soul Refining Hall venue.

The wind is blowing.

Li Bai felt a little cold, so he pulled his collar and yawned.

Slowly raise the sword in his hand.

Everything changed the moment the sword was raised, and Li Bai's lazy temperament disappeared without a trace in an instant, like a fairy sword piercing the sky!

A sword comes from the west, and the sword swept 30,000 miles in the sky!

The sharp sword light suddenly collapsed and spread at a terrifying speed. Then the infinite sword energy gushed like a flood, covering the sky!
Chapter completed!