"Well, Mo'er, if nothing happens to you and Beast Chi in this exchange conference, you will definitely be able to win the championship. Then you will enter the Xuantian Sect and become an elite disciple. You will go to the Xuantian Sect's treasure house and get back the artifact of our Heavenly Demon Sect.
The Heavenly Demon Sword! It is enough to hinder your future journey. Our Heavenly Demon Sect has not appeared for a long time to make the strong men of Xuantian Continent tremble!!" The old man's voice was extremely gentle, but the momentum emanating from his whole body made his spine shiver.
The gloomy young man's eyes flashed with cold light, and he said in a low voice: "Grandpa, the champion, the devil will definitely win!"
At dawn the next day, a vast ancient bell sound echoed over the entire Xuanlin Sect. Countless young disciples who had closed their eyes to practice opened their eyes at the same time, with fighting spirit in their eyes. After a slight preparation, they walked out of the door and faced Xuanlin Sect.
Lin Zong walked towards the huge empty space on the right.
The sound of the ancient bell echoed in the sky, superimposed layer by layer, lasting for a long time. Long Tian slowly opened his eyes and sighed slightly. There is only one step away from the sixth form of the Sword of the Beginning, only one step away!! Long Tian
Tian Tian felt a little anxious. The importance of the champion of this exchange conference forced Long Tian to pay attention to it. He looked inside the room and found that "Ouyang Yin'er" had opened his eyes, looking at him coldly and with a hint of expectation.
Long Tian hid his inner anxiety, grinned and said: "Let's go!"
"Ouyang Yin'er" nodded, and the two of them left the room.
Walking on the avenue of Xuanlin Sect, the dawn air was the clearest, and the thick profound energy rushed towards him. Long Tian took a deep breath, and looked at the young disciples who were coming and going and quickly gathered to the right, and his heart was boiling.
His eyes burned with a strong fighting spirit.
Many young people walking towards Kongping noticed the peerless beauty "Ouyang Yin'er", their eyes flashed with amazement and obsession, and they looked at Long Tian with inexplicable hostility.
Just as Long and Tian walked onto the avenue, a handsome young man wearing gorgeous silks walked out of a house next to the avenue. He closed the door and raised his head. He happened to look at the side of "Ouyang Yin'er". His pupils shrank and he was shocked.
The color flashed past, his eyelids drooped slightly, his eyes were full of thought, and he murmured in a voice that he could only hear: "If I can get such a beautiful thing, I, Gu Tianyang..."
When Long Tian and the two came to the huge empty terrace, the empty terrace was already filled with densely packed young disciples. Long Tian was slender and tall, standing among the crowd, and he felt like he stood out from the crowd. He looked at the empty terrace with his eyes.
, it was found that there were ten arenas about one hundred meters in size and one meter high in the middle of Kongping. Long Tian knew that this was the place where the exchange conference was held, and the champion of this exchange conference was born from it. In Kongping's backer,
On that side, a large open space was opened up on the cliff. Several old people in purple clothes sat cross-legged here. Long Tian felt the suffocating aura coming from these old people.
The crowd was dense, but there was no other disciple within one meter of "Ouyang Yin'er" and Long Tian. Long Tian shook his head helplessly, feeling the murderous eyes around him, Long Tian couldn't help but glance at the faces around him.
Long Tian discovered that the frosty "Ouyang Yin'er" at this time had returned to the coldness that would repel people thousands of miles away when outsiders were around. This kind of coldness also had a sense of nobility and grace, which made people feel
Don't dare to blaspheme.
"Ouyang Yin'er" turned his head slightly and glanced at Long Tian, who was staring at him. His eyes were slightly less cold. Then, his eyes looked at the reclaimed land on the cliff, and a light flashed in his eyes.
When the sky turned white, the disciples of each sect found the place of their sect, and the originally chaotic scene became orderly. The empty platform on the cliff was already filled with people of different ages in purple clothes, and the marks on their chests were also
They have different shapes, and all of them have faces with a look of supreme majesty.
A middle-aged man in purple slowly floated up from the empty platform on the cliff, walked in the air, looked around at the dense crowd of disciples on the ground, and said loudly: "The Xuantian Continent has the 318th annual event in a hundred years.
This exchange event was held in the Xuanlin Sect, and this sect is Lin De, the leader of the Xuanlin Sect.”
The voice of Lin De, the leader of Xuanlin Sect, suddenly stopped and his eyes swept around. Below, the disciples of Xuanlin Sect let out a loud shout. The disciples of Xuanlin Sect clenched their fists one by one and watched excitedly.
Linde in the sky is not tall in body, but his figure is an unattainable existence in the hearts of every Xuanlin Sect disciple.
The eyes of the disciples of other sects are also extremely awe-inspiring and blazing.
"A total of 731 sects participated in this Xuantian Continent exchange event. It can be said to bring together the top young generation of Xuantian Continent. There are nearly 10,000 participating disciples. The top ten in this exchange event..."
Linde's voice suddenly stopped, and his eyes looked at the disciple below with a smile.
Sure enough, all the disciples held their breath. They came to the exchange event this time to compete for the reputation of their sect, and more importantly, they came for the rewards of the exchange event. The disciples all stared at Lin De closely.
His body and eyes gradually began to tremble.
On the cliff, an old man in purple with an immortal spirit and white hair smiled calmly and said: "This sect thought that Lin De didn't know anything else except refining weapons. I didn't expect that he would ignite the leaks of the disciples."
*point…"
"Qing Daozi, you underestimate Linde too much! Over the years, although Linde has been addicted to weapon refining, the status of Xuanlin Sect has risen steadily and is now above that of your Xuanhuang Sect." A tough middle-aged man said roughly
He laughed wildly. But the light of wisdom flashed in the tiger's eyes. This sturdy middle-aged man had a piece of purple-gold land printed on his chest, but his identity was shocking. His appearance could not be associated with his identity at all. Xuandi Sect
Sect Master Yan Changli!
"Jiejie, son Changli, are you indirectly saying that your Xuandi Sect is strong enough to surpass the Xuanhuang Sect?" A lean old man in purple clothes stared at Yan Changli with a sinister expression on his face and sneered.
Yan Changli, who had thick eyebrows and big eyes, glanced at the lean old man and sneered: "My Xuandi Sect is not yet up to that level, but, Xiu Mo, hasn't your Tianmo Sect been trying to challenge the Xuanhuang Sect these years?"
The lean old man paused, staring at Yan Changli with gloomy eyes, but he didn't say anything.
"Okay, this is an exchange event. It's better not to bring disputes between sects here!" A middle-aged man wearing purple clothes with a purple sword printed on his chest came out to smooth things over.
"Cang Jian, you, Jian Chen, are the number one young person in the Sword Qi Sect this time, but the disciples of our Jian Zhen Sect are in awe of you!" An old man with a small unsheathed sword printed on his purple clothes said coldly.
Staring at Cang Jian, he said coldly.
Cang Jian glanced at the old man and said in a low voice: "Really? Zhen Xuanzi, your Jian Zhen Sect lost to my Jian Qi Sect last time, and it will still be the same this time!"