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857. Chapter 857 The official start one

"Fascist." The corners of Qin Lieyan's mouth twitched. It seemed that he always wore a mask wherever he went. On this continent, the only people who could see his true appearance were Long Qingyue, a member of the Xuanyuan Territory, and a super god.

Rumors about his broken sleeves are circulating everywhere in the academy. How can there be any peach blossoms around him?

All the bare peach branches are left.

Hearing Qin Lieyan's words, Long Qingyue twitched the corner of her mouth speechlessly, "Well, I learned it all from her. She only said it once and never explained the meaning to him. Unexpectedly, he used it in the opposite direction.

on oneself.

Does his understanding have to be so good?

Looking at the two people who were so intimate and affectionate, talking quietly as if no one was around, Xuanyuan Ruoxue's face became even darker.

"Haha... I didn't expect that the Xuanyuan tribe, who has not been born for thousands of years, would also come to participate in this alchemy conference. It is really an honor for me at the Thousand Buddha Pagoda." A voice as loud and upright as the Great Lu Hongzhong sounded above everyone's heads.

Before everyone could look in surprise, dozens of figures slowly walked from the top of the square.

The person who came was dressed in brown clothes, with flying white hair, thick eyebrows and big eyes, with slightly sunken but piercing eye sockets. The three-goat beard on his chin flew with his laughter, and his breath was strong and rich.

Behind the old man were dozens of old men with the same rich and long aura, as well as handsome young men and girls.

It seems that the brown-robed old man named the leader is Yun Fuchen, the master of Thousand Buddha Pagoda.

Long Qingyue noticed that Yun Miao was among them. She looked at Long Qingyue and stuck out her tongue at her. Her face was beautiful and lovely, and she was equally stunning.

However, Xuanyuan Ruoxue's beauty is different. Xuanyuan Ruoxue gives people the impression of being cold, noble, cold, arrogant and elegant, but she is also too rigid and old-fashioned, lacking a bit of aura.

Yunmiao's beauty is vivid and full of aura, and her smile seems to be magical, as if it can infect others all the time, making people forget their worries and sorrows.

"Master Yun Pagoda, I am Xuanyuan Yan, the fifth elder of the Xuanyuan clan. This time I am bringing my disciples to participate in the alchemy competition." The leader, the old man in white, said to Yun Fuchen.

"It turns out to be the seventh elder of the Xuanyuan tribe. I'm glad to meet you." Yun Fuchen said with a smile.

Only then did everyone come to their senses from the astonishment. It turned out that they were from the Xuanyuan Clan! Some people who knew that the Xuanyuan Territory existed in the world were not only surprised but also didn't have much doubts. But most of the people present were descendants.

The younger generation didn't even know that Xuanyuan Territory existed, and they were all shocked when they heard the word "Xuanyuan Clan".

After the explanation from the people around me, I realized that the Xuanyuan tribe was just a side branch that perished back then.

But if just one side branch is so huge, wouldn’t the Xuanyuan Territory be even bigger?

No one in the world knows how big Xuanyuan Territory is and what it is like. After all, no one has ever been there.

After Xuanyuan Yan and Yun Fuchen exchanged polite greetings, Xuanyuan Yan and his disciples found an empty seat and sat down, waiting for the alchemy conference to begin.

Looking at the various sects and families in the square, with their happy, smiling, nervous or excited faces, Long Qingyue secretly smacked her tongue. This alchemy conference can be said to have gathered all the top forces in Yunzhong Road.

All the heroes gathered together and it was very lively.

Because the alchemy competition was about to begin, everyone sat in their seats. Even Lan Feng, Hong Qin and others had chosen their seats.

The Ghost King snorted coldly and went up to the high platform.

Ling Qianye and Ling Qianfei quickly followed behind them.

The center that was originally full of people suddenly became empty.


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