In the territory of the Grand Duke Wu Zong, in the city of Mochi.
Wang Dalu and Ma Mou, who was wearing a green shirt, sat in front of the window of a restaurant. They leaned on the railing and saw people coming and going on the street below. From time to time, groups of monks passed by.
Everyone in the restaurant also spoke in agreement, and they all talked about the grand gathering held by the Dao Chi Sect once every ten years, the Mangdang Mountain Group Cultivator Conference.
"Look, those people wearing wolf white skins on their heads are people from Baihualing Wuyou Cave, those holding yakshas are people from the Manniu Mountain wrestling family, they are all dressed in white robes, and all of them are calm and relaxed, they are Songhe from Liushuijian
The disciples of the sect, those tall and majestic ones with thick arms and colorful clothes are from Wuliangshan Qi Sect..."
Wang Dalu listened to the people talking in the restaurant and knew all about the cultivation sects passing by downstairs.
He thought about Ma.
"Sir, do you know when my father and the others will come here?"
Ma Mou said.
"The master has already sent a letter. He is here with Lord Song and six senior monks invited by Mr. Li. We will leave two senior monks stationed in Nanshan City to prevent Li Ziguang from making a surprise attack on our rear."
Wang Dalu nodded.
Now the ten years agreed with Li Guanghou are coming soon.
Soon the two sides will compete for who is the master of that area.
After the two had dinner and wine, they headed towards the Mangdangji at the foot of Daochi Zong Mountain.
This Mangdangji has a radius of twenty to thirty miles, and not many people usually come and go. It is specially used as a place for exchanges at the Mangdang Mountain Group Cultivator Conference held once every ten years.
At this time, there are open-air markets for monks on both sides of the gathering. Panaceas, magical herbs, Ganoderma lucidum, and various treasures are constantly on display, attracting many monks to purchase.
When Wang Dalu and Ma Mou arrived here, thousands of monks had gathered here, and many more monks were arriving one after another.
After all, there are still five days until the opening of the group cultivation conference.
After passing through the crowded market, the two came to the Mangdangji Station where the Daochi Sect was responsible for receiving visitors.
There are people from the Daochi Sect here who are responsible for registering distinguished guests attending the conference and providing food and accommodation.
When Wang Dalu took the master book in front of him and wrote down his name, the person in charge of the registration was obviously stunned for a moment and whispered a few words to the disciples of the Dao Chi Sect beside him.
The disciple glanced at Wang Dalu unintentionally, stood up and walked towards the main hall behind him.
Wang Dalu ignored the two men's small actions and refused to rest at the Daochi Sect's residence. Instead, he took out a red card from Ma Mou and handed it to the registered disciple.
At this time, there were about a dozen disciples from the cultivation forces around who were going through some check-in procedures.
They all saw the eye-catching word "War" on the red sticker that Wang Dalu handed over, and they began to whisper to Wang Dalu.
This young man who made them unable to tell the depth of his cultivation dared to challenge the Dao Chi Sect in front of the gathering of monks in this mass cultivation meeting. He was really ambitious.
Most of these people are children of aristocratic families who have never seen the world and are running wild. They don't believe that the Dao Chi Sect is as powerful as the rumors say, so they are unconvinced and want to challenge them.
Generally speaking, this kind of thing happens quite often, and Dao Chi Sect will not agree to such boring requests.
Just when everyone thought that the disciples of the Dao Chi Sect would laugh and dismiss the boredom of the young man in front of them, an old man walked out of the hall in front of them.
After seeing Wang Dalu, the old man showed a look of shock and understanding.
"It's really you, Wang Gui, no... I should call you Wang Dalu now."
Wang Dalu saw that the old man's face was familiar. It was not until the old man finished speaking that he remembered that the old man in front of him was the elder he had met in the Hall of Reward and Punishment, but he could not remember the old man's name.
"I wonder how Master Ranguang Hall is doing these days?"
The old man was one of the three elders who interrogated Wang Dalu with Shanchang that day. His surname was Liu.
Elder Liu sighed.
"Senior Brother Ran Guang has resigned as the master of the palace since you left Nanshan, and is now practicing in seclusion in Kuya."
Wang Dalu laughed after hearing this.
"Okay! Is that old man Du Chun doing it?"
As soon as these words came out, everyone in the other sects around them froze and took the initiative to distance themselves from Wang Dalu.
Du Chun's name was known to those who attended the conference. He was a man of hatred and moodiness. He was also a high-ranking monk and his cultivation was tyrannical and no one wanted to provoke him.
The young man in front of him, who was called Wang Dalu by the Daochi Sect elders, dared to say that in front of everyone. It seemed that he had quite a grudge against Du Chun, so no one wanted to get into trouble for no reason.
Elder Liu said.
"Who can tell clearly what happened here. Now Senior Brother Shanchang is the Master of the Hall of Reward and Punishment, while Junior Brother Qin Lang has become the Elder of Reward and Punishment."
Wang Dalu thought to himself, this old man Du Chun took advantage of his escape to point the finger at Ran Guang, the master of the Hall of Reward and Punishment. He brought down Ran Guang and let his favorite disciple get a good job. It was really hateful.
he asked.
"Then Qin Lang has now broken through to the realm of Ningxu two feet, right?"
Elder Liu nodded.
"Although Junior Brother Qin is young, he is extremely talented and can practice extremely quickly, far better than anyone of my generation."
Wang Dalu sneered.
"Oh, that's right. Elder, please send a message to Du Chun for me, and tell him to find another precious disciple. I will give up Qin Lang's life."
"this..."
Looking at Elder Liu who looked embarrassed, Wang Dalu said nothing more and disappeared into the crowd with Ma Mou.
After Wang Dalu left, people from other factions around him looked for opportunities to ask the disciples of the Dao Chi Sect who he was. Such arrogance did not take the Dao Chi Sect seriously, but those disciples who were questioned were all
Keep silent.
Elder Liu returned to Daochi Sect that day with the battle invitation given by Wang Dalu.
In the main hall where the leader, Ran Yu, was present, there were Shanchang, Wang Rong, and Elder Liu.
Ran Yu closed the war post in his hand and said.
"Junior Brother Liu, I wonder what level Wang Dalu's cultivation has reached now?"
Elder Liu shook his head and said.
"Wang Dalu must have learned some kind of breathing method, and he can't detect any fluctuations in his vitality."
For a moment, Ran Yu asked Shanchang and Wang Rongdao.
"Junior Brother Shan, Senior Sister Wang, what do you two think?"
Shan Chang did not speak first, but looked at Wang Rong.
Wang Rong spoke slowly.
"Since Wang Dalu dares to boast so much, he must be sure to defeat Qin Lang. After all, four years ago, he was able to cause some minor injuries to Junior Brother Qin just with his peak cultivation. Now four years have passed.
, I believe he has also entered the Ningxu realm, and it can be said that he is completely different from what he was four years ago."
After Wang Rong said this, Shanchang also spoke.
"I went to Senior Brother Ran Guang two months ago. Senior Brother swore to me that Wang Dalu will definitely appear at the group cultivator conference and will be able to defeat Qin Lang."
When Ran Yu heard this, he smiled.
"I have received instructions from my ancestors. Since many great monks will appear at this collective cultivator conference, my ancestors will personally come out to shock them."
The three of them were all happy after hearing this. The scale of this group cultivator conference was unprecedented. There were seven or eight senior cultivators who informed the Chi Sect that they were going to attend the conference. There were also Nalu Yang Hou Chao, Wu Zong Gong Chao, and Jin Jiang Gong Chao.
Sixty-seven imperial powers including the Hongxing Dynasty and the Hongxing Dynasty participated.
Only the appearance of Patriarch Yuntian from the third level of the Mayfly Heaven could make the group cultivators participating in the conference feel a little afraid.
Finally, Ran Yu's eyes flashed and he said.
"Elder Liu, you can return to Mangdangji and prevent the disciples from spreading this matter. Don't let Master Du know about this kind of thing for the time being, so as not to disturb Uncle Master's cultivation."
The masters of the palace knew the meaning of Ran Yu's words, so they said goodbye in unison and left the hall.
Outside the hall, Elder Liu looked worried and pulled Shan Chang aside and whispered.
"My Lord of the Good Palace, Senior Brother Good, if I don't tell Uncle Du and Junior Brother Qin about this, I'm afraid that in the future..."
Shan Chang grabbed Elder Liu's sleeve and said.
"Junior brother, don't worry. If Uncle Du scolds him in the future, the head brother will be responsible for it. As for Junior Brother Qin Lang, it's hard to say. I can only let him seek his own blessings."
After Shanchang finished speaking, he walked away with square steps, feeling refreshed and energetic.