Tianlan Palace's tough "invitation" stirred up troubles in the Tianlan Continent. No matter what attitude they held towards Tianlan Palace, all forces began to prepare for the former. Time passed quietly in this turbulent situation.
On this day, Mingwang City, which was already at the core of Tianlan Continent, was more crowded and bustling than before.
On the high platform in the center of Mingwang City, two rows of seats faced each other. The gray-white stone material showed a bit of thickness. There were crowds of people under the high platform. They looked nervously, expectantly and excitedly towards the majestic high platform under the blue sky.
Especially since this conference was initiated by Tianlan Palace, a mysterious and powerful force, it naturally cast the seeds of doubt in the hearts of everyone in Wulan, and various speculations gathered in their hearts.
When people gather at this time, many people who care about the world naturally cannot help but exchange so-called "insider" information with each other.
"Our Tianlan Continent is so lively for the first time in so many years!" A sigh suddenly came from the crowd.
As soon as these words came out, everyone around him agreed.
The first-class forces have their own spheres of influence and rarely meet each other under normal circumstances, let alone such a moment when they all gather together. There is no problem in calling it a grand gathering.
Someone echoed: "After all, it is the invitation from the first force, and other forces must give face."
Then he clicked his tongue,
"However, Tianlan Diandian only invited forces above the first-class level. I don't know what changes this conference will have on the situation in the mainland."
Upon hearing this, many people bowed their heads and remained silent, their eyes dim and unclear, as did other spies from uninvited forces in the crowd.
There were only a few figures with calm expressions, and the aura they exuded cleared up a spacious open space around them.
By now, everyone knows that there is some unknown intention behind this extraordinary conference.
The participating forces account for more than two-thirds of the high-end combat power of the Tianlan Continent, and any slight fluctuation in it can set off a storm throughout the continent.
As people in the game, the only thing that people or forces with insufficient power can do is to pray that this storm will not affect Chiyu.
The only ones who can truly remain unfazed by the collapse of the sky and remain as calm as Mount Tai are those strong men who are extremely confident in their own strength.
At this time, an inappropriate voice sounded,
"Is Tianlan Palace preparing to unify Tianlan Continent?"
"Um?"
A stream of cold light came directly.
"Ah haha, I just said it casually, don't worry."
Noticing the many unfriendly glances, the speaker immediately smiled coquettishly.
"How is that possible? After all, other forces are not vegetarians either."
After the crowd's sights dissipated slightly, this person slowly merged into the crowd and gradually retreated towards the periphery.
Others did not pay much attention to the former's departure, and the former's words did not cause much ripples in their hearts.
In the hearts of everyone, even though the Tianlan Palace is the only one, there is no possibility of being an enemy of the entire continent. However, the haze that hangs over the conference above is becoming more and more solemn and profound.
"Dong~"
"Dong~"
"Dong~"
"..."
At noon, a melodious ringing of bells made the already quiet crowd noisy again. Looking beyond the dazzling sunlight, we looked at several distinctive threads on the horizon.
As bright as gold, as hot as fire, as cold as the moon, as white as snow...
As the "Silk Thread" got closer, the figures of representatives from each company came into view, arousing waves of exclamations.
However, at this time, the former ignored the gazes of others, but locked his eyes firmly on his opponent, tossing and turning in the air, scrambling for the first place, and a frightening collision broke out between the light and shadow, and the battle descended on the high platform.
"boom!"
"call out!"
"puff!"
"..."
A figure with distinctive features appeared on the stone chair, and a cursing voice sounded first,
"Old man Yang, just wait, I will definitely tear your old bones apart next time."
The vulgar words did not make everyone unhappy or confused, but made people feel that it was natural, just because the other party was Yan Lie, the leader of the Explosive Flame Sect, the man who always claimed to be "I".
As for the one he calls Old Bones, he is a little old man with a skinny body and almost no breath. It would even make people worry that he would tremble and collapse after taking two steps.
However, no one who knew the identity of the other party would really regard him as a helpless old man.
On the contrary, in terms of strength alone, perhaps this old man is the real number one in Tianlan Continent.
Yang Jiuxiao, the leader of the Taiyue Sect, has entered the body through formation. He is the only Nine Palace Realm body refiner in the Tianlan Continent. His fists can collapse mountains and his feet can crack the ground. He is also one of the oldest strong men in the Tianlan Continent.
In response to Yan Lie's cruel words, Yang Jiuxiao just smiled slightly, calmly took out a tea cup from his hand, and tasted it leisurely.
What is the old-timer pattern?
This is!
Little baby, you can't do it!
"Old Man Yang..."
Although there was not a word in the whole process, Yan Lie still felt a touch of contempt, he was looked down upon!
However, it is someone who outputs unilaterally, and an old man drinks tea easily...
Putting aside the hilarious exchange between the two for the moment, the most eye-catching thing is the conversation on the other side.
One person is dressed in white, and the translucent white gauze covers the face that attracts people's imagination. His dark eyes casually glanced at Yan Lie who was cursing in the street. He paused slightly, then closed his eyes and meditated without saying a word. His temperament
Floating out of the dust, like a fairy in the clouds.
The other person was wearing a long aqua dress. She was petite, like a girl who had not yet grown up. Her clear eyes were looking at the farce on the field with a smile, and she was playing with an emerald-colored hairpin in her hands. There was lightness and joy in her movements.
Smart and agile, like an elf just entering the world.
"Sister Qiu, guess how long Yan Lie can last today?"
Suddenly, the girl asked the lady in white beside her with a smile.
The imperial sister in white is the master of Qingyun Palace, and her name is Qiu Hanxue.
Hearing this familiar name, Qiu Hanxue opened her eyes, a trace of helplessness flashed in her eyes, and she corrected herself:
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Master Ling, in such a formal occasion, please don't address me casually."
She has given up on the idea of changing the other person's title and continues to lower her bottom line.
Linglong, the leader of the Hagoromo Sect, is recognized as an ageless person. Who would have thought that this person whose appearance and behavior completely fit the characteristics of a fifteen or sixteen year old girl would actually be an "old man" who is over a thousand years old?
Even with a calm attitude, Qiu Hanxue still felt a slight discomfort in her heart when being called "sister" by such a person.
However, just as Qiu Hanxue guessed, Linglong skillfully ignored the former prompt.
"Sister Qiu, we'll talk about this later. You talk to them first."
The referent of "them" was extremely clear. Qiu Hanxue subconsciously looked at Yan Lie who had not stopped yet, her tone mixed with subtle disgust.
"If there is no accident, it will probably take half an hour to calm down."
Hearing this, Linglong narrowed his eyes and smiled,
"I guess it will take an hour this time."
The collision between Yan Lie and Yang Jiuxiao has always been accompanied by the former's long-term verbal output, which has repeatedly broken everyone's cognitive bottom line.
"An hour?"
Qiu Hanxue, who was completely brought into the rhythm of Linglong, looked up at the sky, shook her head and said:
"In an hour, the others will probably arrive."
After her thoughts were redirected to attend this conference, Linglong also restrained her image of a lively girl, with a hint of solemnity on her slightly immature face.
"I wonder what Sister Qiu knows about that Master Liu?"
"I don't understand." Qiu Hanxue shook her head with an indifferent tone.
"The worst case scenario is death."
The fleeting murderous intent in his eyes made Linglong, who was always paying attention to the former, palpitate. It was obvious that this person came to the meeting prepared to fight to the death.
"Hey, someone is here again."
Several figures rudely crashed into everyone's perception, Yan Lie stopped speaking, Yang Jiuxiao put down the tea cup in his hand, Qiu Hanxue stopped communicating, and all their attention was focused on the streaks of light on the horizon.