The sixth volume of the dance of demons 1180 elite clan
Looking up, there are three flagpoles more than ten feet high erected on the attic. The three broad flags are flapping in the sea breeze, looking very eye-catching.
What is engraved on the flag is the logo of Yuan Mo Sect, Tian Yue Sect, and Blood River Palace.
In the open square space in front of the attic, a high platform seven or eight feet high was built. There were crowds of people around the high platform, including hundreds of human cultivators.
Disciples wearing the costumes of the three major sects are currently busy on the high platform. From time to time, casual cultivators come up to the high platform, as if they are signing up.
Liu Ming and his party also gradually walked near the high platform.
"Juniors heard that this Immortal Cultivation Conference is mainly about fighting skills. Casual cultivators who want to participate in the conference should register here in the three major sects, and then arrange one-on-one competitions according to their cultivation level. Only after winning three rounds can they pass.
After screening, seniors from the liquid condensation stage of the three major sects will evaluate the spiritual vein qualifications. If they pass, they will be able to enter the gates of these Yunchuan sects." The man surnamed Yue said with a look of yearning on his face.
Liu Ming's eyes fell on the three sect disciples on the high platform. They were all disciples in the spiritual disciple stage, and their highest level of cultivation was in the late spiritual disciple stage.
Then he turned his eyes and looked towards the tall attic at the back, where the monks in the liquid condensation stage were all.
He raised his eyebrows.
In his spiritual perception, a rather familiar person should be among them.
In the attic￥↙, a slim female cultivator in white stood by the window, looking at the crowd in the open space in front of her.
The female cultivator has a beautiful appearance but a very cold expression. She is about 25 or 26 years old. She carries a white long sword on her back. She faintly exudes a trace of frost sword aura.
There was a sound of footsteps, and the female cultivator in white turned around. A young man walked up the stairs.
"I've met Master Zhang." The young man bowed respectfully to the female cultivator.
"Okay, no need to be polite. How is things going?" The female cultivator in white waved her hand and asked.
"As of today, more than 300 casual cultivators have signed up to participate in the conference," the young man said.
"Since we have reached the target in terms of quantity, let's start screening as soon as possible. The sea tribe near Shuang'ao Island has been getting ready to make a move recently. We have to hurry up to avoid long nights and endless dreams." The female cultivator in white nodded after hearing this, and then walked downstairs.
, and at the same time commanded in his mouth.
"Yes." The young man followed and hurriedly agreed, then secretly glanced at the female cultivator in white in front of him, a look of awe flashed in his eyes.
This female cultivator in white is not only the top person in charge of the Yunchuan Alliance on Shuang'ao Island, she is also one of the three true six sons of the Yunchuan Alliance. Her cultivation has reached the Great Perfection of the late stage of liquid condensation, and her sword-wielding skills are even more superb.
He has killed countless sea clans and is famous far and wide, and the special physique of his psychic sword body is favored by the elders of the various factions in Yunchuan. He is now the most promising person in the alliance to advance to the crystallization stage.
Liquid condensation stage spiritual master.
"By the way, how is the condition of the bloody disabled Taoist fellow now?" The female cultivator suddenly turned her head and asked.
"I heard from people in the Blood River Palace that Master Xue Cripple has not recovered from his injuries and is still recovering from his injuries," the young man replied hurriedly.
The female cultivator frowned and then nodded. She said nothing more.
The two quickly walked out of the attic and came to the high platform in front.
The appearance of the female cultivator caused the casual cultivators gathered around the platform to start talking.
"This senior is carrying a long sword. He should be Senior Zhang Xiu Niang, the sword cultivator of the Tianyue Sect, who is in charge of this immortal meeting." Near the high platform, a man named Yue said to Liu Ming.
Liu Mingruruo didn't hear anything, and looked at the woman in white on the high platform with a dazed expression.
The big man surnamed Yue gave Liu Ming a strange look, but he was sensible and didn't ask any more questions. He turned around and started discussing with a few of his men about signing up.
Liu Ming finally withdrew his gaze, with a strange look on his face.
The seven-life relationship he had experienced with Zhang Xiuniang in the dream world of Gu insects made him always have a strange feeling for this girl.
Looking back now, a hundred years later, meeting here again, naturally I feel quite sad.
Speaking of which, among the disciples of Tianyue Sect, apart from the little girl Gan Ruping, he was the only one who had some friendship with this girl.
However, the current situation did not allow him to meet directly, so he planned to find another opportunity to meet this woman later.
On the high platform, Zhang Xiuniang did not notice Liu Ming and whispered a few words to the young man beside her.
The young man nodded, took a step forward, and said loudly to the many casual cultivators in the audience: "As of today, more than 300 monks have signed up for the Immortal Conference. The early registration for the conference ends here. The screening of the arena will begin tomorrow. The specific details The process will be announced tomorrow, and all fellow Taoists who have signed up will recharge their batteries today to prepare for the battle in the arena tomorrow."
As soon as this statement came out, the casual cultivators around the high platform suddenly burst into an uproar and began to discuss buzzingly.
"This Taoist fellow from the Tianyue Sect, I have several friends who are also attracted by the Immortal Conference, but they haven't had time to get here yet. I wonder if the registration time can be postponed for a few days?" A tall man in a gray shirt said loudly under the high platform.
"Haha, you don't have to worry. Our Yunchuan Alliance is here to recruit more disciples this time than the more than 300 people who have signed up at this moment. The Ascension Conference will continue to be held. Those who can't catch up with this round will still be there in the future, so don't be impatient." The young man said with a smile.
After hearing this, everyone in the audience suddenly felt at ease.
"There is another thing, I think everyone is aware of it. Nowadays, the Sea Clan is expanding its power and hunting down human monks like us everywhere. The top leaders of the Yunchuan Alliance have decided to establish a stronghold on Shuang'ao Island. As long as the human monks are green and white, , they can all stay here as our foreign affairs disciples of the Yunchuan Alliance, jointly resist the invasion of the Hai Clan, and worship the best." The young man paused and continued to speak loudly.
The faces of the casual cultivators around the high platform changed when they heard this, and then their expressions changed. Only a small number of people showed excitement and cheered loudly, while most of the casual cultivators looked a little cowed.
The young man saw the expressions of the people around him and frowned. Just when he was about to say a few more words, a long laugh suddenly came from the distance.
"Fellow human Taoists, you are just borrowing the territory to recruit some disciples, but now you are blatantly expanding your power on Shuang'ao Island. Don't you think so little of us?" Somewhere far away on the east side of the high platform, a group of people The man in black robe came over menacingly, and a sinister voice sounded from the leader's mouth.
Most of these men in black robes are tall and thin, with white skin and strange blue eyes. The leader is unusually tall, and the black robes on his body are embroidered with gold. It is obvious that his status is much higher than that of the others. .
When the casual cultivators near the high platform saw the approaching crowd, their expressions changed and they hurriedly backed away.
"They are from the Jingjue tribe!" The big man named Yue's face changed drastically when he saw the person coming, and he hurriedly took two steps back with his group.
"Jing Jue Clan?" Liu Ming asked with an expression on his face.
"They are the aborigines of Shuang'ao Island. They are considered a very powerful alien force on the island. There are several masters of the liquid condensation stage in the tribe." The big man surnamed Yue said in a low voice.
Liu Ming nodded slowly when he heard the words, and turned his eyes to look at the crowd in black robes. There were a few people there who had very different auras from the others.
"It turns out he is the leader of the Jingjue tribe. Zhang Xiu Niang has met him." The Jing Jue tribe came near the high platform. Zhang Xiu Niang waved her hand and asked the silver-robed young man to retreat and said slowly.
"You're welcome, Fellow Daoist Zhang." Although the man in the gold-rimmed black robe just spoke arrogantly, he still seemed a little afraid of Zhang Xiu Niang, his pupils shrank slightly, and he said unnaturally.
"The patriarch seems to have some objections to our Yunchuan Alliance coming here?" Zhang Xiu Niang's eyes suddenly flashed with a cold light, and she spoke word by word.
"Hmph, I, the Jingjue Clan, don't care about the fight between your human race and the Sea Clan. You can just recruit some disciples here, but if you want to establish a garrison here, you absolutely must not do it." The leader of the Jingjue Clan said in a strong tone.
"Oh, our human race has no intention of antagonizing the nobles. The purpose of establishing a stronghold here is just to resist the sea tribe." Zhang Xiuniang's eyes flashed and she said calmly.
"Hehe, you humans say nice things, but once the Hai Clan knows what you are doing here, they will definitely send people to attack, and there is no guarantee that we, the aborigines of Shuang'ao Island, will not be involved." Chief Jingjue said coldly.
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"Oh, what did the clan leader mean by what he said?" Zhang Xiu Niang seemed to have anger on her face, but it quickly subsided and she said in a deep voice.
When the human race establishes a stronghold on Shuang'ao Island, they may need to unite other forces on the island to resist the sea tribe, so they can't have too much of a stalemate with the Jingjue tribe.
"It's easy to say. I heard that the Yunchuan Alliance sent three spiritual masters this time. They are all elites of the Yunchuan Sect. Zhang Daoyou is a sword cultivator. He must be amazingly powerful. There are several people in our clan who want to challenge the three spiritual masters.
Let me ask you for advice, let’s have a three-on-three battle. If you win, I will never say a word about recruiting disciples or establishing a stronghold. But if you lose, hehe, from today on, the human monks
You are not allowed to step further into Shuang'ao Island." Chief Jingjue laughed and said coldly.
Zhang Xiuniang's eyes flashed, and she looked up and down at the Jingjue clan leader in front of her.
Although the Jingjue clan has some strength on Shuang'ao Island, its strength is at best similar to that of a large Immortal Cultivation Family in Yunchuan Continent. Now they dare to openly confront the Yunchuan Alliance directly, which is really beyond her expectation.
When the casual cultivators around him heard this, their faces showed dissatisfaction and they started making noises.
"What, you want to ban all human monks from entering Shuang'ao Island? You Jingjue tribe have gone too far!"
"That's right, this is not the territory of your Jingjue clan."
"Besides, we are just casual cultivators, not members of the Yunchuan Alliance."
Among the crowd, Liu Ming's mouth curled up slightly, revealing a hint of a sneer. (To be continued, please search Piao Tian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!