The closer he got to the center of the island, the more Chen Xuan felt that there were more magical beings.
After walking for almost three minutes, Chen Xuan looked around and saw hundreds of people in different clothes and expressions standing on an empty sandy land in the center of the island.
Among them, there are more than a dozen people who have relatively deep magic power flowing in their bodies, and these people are all over the age of fifty or sixty years old.
Chen Xuan judged that the identities of these dozen people should be all the magic masters in Xiangdao area.
As for the other young men and women in their twenties and thirties, they should be the true successors or registered disciples of these masters.
In addition, some well-known practitioners from the area near Xiangdao also came to watch the battle.
Chen Xuan came alone and walked behind many practitioners in the center of the island, but no one noticed him.
At the level of these ordinary practitioners, if Chen Xuan didn't release his breath completely, it would be difficult to notice him.
After Chen Xuan found a place to watch the battle, Luo Xun and the others quickly rushed over.
"Master!" Luo Xun walked up to an old man wearing a brown scarf and greeted him respectfully.
The old man in the brown scarf nodded. He was Luo Xun's master, a layman.
Several other men and women who came with Luo Xun also greeted their masters, and then stood together again, looking forward to the masters' spiritual battle tonight.
Luo Xun and others glanced around and soon found Chen Xuan standing in the crowd.
Seeing Chen Xuan's calm expression, Luo Xun snorted and said, "You really overestimate your capabilities!"
"Master Luo, that boy is so brave. He dares to stand so close."
"It's not that I'm cowardly, it's just that I have too little knowledge."
Luo Xun didn't think Chen Xuan was very courageous.
But I have never seen real magic, so I don’t know how to be afraid.
Chen Xuan's presence made Luo Xun and others very contemptuous, naturally because they felt that Chen Xuan was just a casual cultivator who came to Xiaoqingzhou to participate in the Xiangdao Dharma Cultivation Conference, which indirectly lowered the quality of the gathering.
If word spread that a casual cultivator had actually sneaked into the Xiangdao Dharma Cultivation Meeting, the entire Chinese cultivation circle would probably laugh out loud.
Especially the group of arrogant practitioners in the Northern Cultivation Association will definitely take advantage of this to make a big fuss and praise the Northern Cultivation Circle over the Southern Cultivation Circle.
"Master Luo, how about we drive him off the island?" a young man suggested.
The more he looked at Chen Xuan, the more unhappy he felt.
Why is a low-level casual cultivator qualified to watch the battle with them?
Luo Xun shook his head: "Don't worry, that kid will definitely come out to steal the limelight later. Then any master can blast him out of the Xiaoqingzhou Island, and he might just drown in the sea."
"Hahaha, what Mr. Luo said is wonderful! I think that boy will definitely end up miserable later."
Several young men and women laughed one after another.
Their laughter attracted the attention of other juniors, who all asked what was so funny about the upcoming war.
When they heard that a young casual cultivator had wandered into tonight's Dharma practice gathering, many disciples of the master looked at Chen Xuan.
Noticing these strange looks, Chen Xuan didn't take it seriously.
In Chen Xuan's eyes, these practitioners with low magical power are like dolls in kindergarten.
However, Chen Xuan's attitude made Luo Xun and others feel that this casual cultivator was very arrogant.
It made them even more unhappy.
The dozen Xiangdao masters present did not pay much attention to the affairs of the juniors.
These masters are all recharging their energy and adjusting themselves to the best condition.
Chen Xuan noticed that one of the masters was different, whether it was his dress or temperament.
This master is the youngest among the dozen or so masters in the audience. He is only about forty years old. He is wearing a white robe and a black hat. His appearance is somewhat similar to the Invincible Dongfang played by Lin Qingxia in the movie Swordsman.
"What this man is wearing seems to be called hunting clothes?" The image of the Japanese Onmyoji appeared in Chen Xuan's mind.
In fact, Chen Xuan's guess was correct. This relatively young master was Onmyoji Yugen Gen, who came all the way from Japan.
At this moment, the eyes of more than a dozen Kojima masters were almost all focused on Yuno Gen, with hidden hostility.
Xiangdao's practice circle has always been quite closed. The masters have divided their spheres of influence and do not allow outside practitioners to get in touch with it.
This time Yuzuru came to participate in the Xiang Island practice gathering, taking this opportunity to settle in the Xiang Island practice circle and become the new No. 1 magic master in Xiang Island.
This is something that Master Huang and others absolutely cannot tolerate.
Just to show their magnanimity, the masters of Kojima agreed to attend the gathering.
These masters were going to use their most popular techniques to defeat Yuno Tsurugi and tell this Japanese Onmyoji that the Xiangdao training circle was not that easy to enter.
As for the juniors present, they were even more hostile to Yuno. Luo Xun and others looked at Yuno with unabashed hostility.
"Master Luo, Yuno Xian is so arrogant. He actually dares to come alone to attend our Dharma practice meeting on Xiang Island!"
"Arrogance? What's the use of arrogance? What kind of cultivation master can be produced in Japan's small country? This Jie Yexian is just asking for his own humiliation." Luo Xun's eyes were full of disdain.
"I heard that Japanese onmyojis are good at summoning spirits. Yuno Xuan is also quite famous in Japan. Maybe he actually has some skills." A young female practitioner said softly.
When Luo Xun heard this, he sneered: "Don't forget, no matter what magic skills the Japanese know, they were all passed down from China. How can my grandson beat his ancestors?"
"Not to mention Master Huang, Yan Linggu, even my master who is half a layman, can make Yuno Xuan unable to eat and walk away!"
Hearing Luo Xun's words, the juniors in Xiangdao's cultivation circle burst into laughter.
Indeed, all Japanese magic arts were inherited from China, and they only learned a little bit about them.
Nothing to worry about at all.
You can tell by looking at the relaxed expressions of the dozen Xiangdao masters present.
Their biggest opponent tonight is not Yuzuru, but one of their own.
These masters have all been in the Xiangdao practice circle for decades. They know themselves and their enemies well, and it would be difficult to win or lose in a fight.
Luo Xun looked at his watch and saw that the second hand reached exactly twelve o'clock.
"The time has come!"
A thin-faced Xiangdao master walked into the field and said loudly: "Masters, this Dharma practice meeting is hosted by Master Xuanyin. Tonight we will discuss techniques, with the theme of soul summoning, and the discussion process will be over.
, Don’t be offended, according to the rules of previous years, the loser must produce training materials with a certain value, do you all have any objections?"
None of the dozen or so masters spoke, obviously acquiescing to these rules.
"Very good, then which master is willing to go on stage first?" Master Xuanyin asked as he glanced around.
The rules of the competition are very simple. Each master takes turns to challenge another master by name. The winner gets the training materials handed over by the loser.
Of course, the person named can choose not to fight.
Because there is a gap in the strength of the dozen or so masters present, only masters with similar strength can be called out to compete. Everyone knows the basics, and no one will overestimate their capabilities.
Soon, the first master stood up, and it was Luo Xun's master, a layman.
As soon as the layman entered the stage, his eyes were directly fixed on Yuno Xuan.
