There are still two days before the opening of the exchange conference. Except for a trip to buy things for Lin Pingzhen, Ningxia rarely goes out. Mainly because the shops in the inner circle of Fengming City are too high-end, either custom-made or high-end shops. In short, they sell gadgets that she can't afford nowadays. However, the scenery is quite good, with antique buildings and exquisitely laid out gardens everywhere.
After thinking about it, Ning Xiaoxia simply stayed in her room to recuperate in order to prepare for the next competition.
On the morning of the exchange meeting, a group of Wuhua faction members rushed to the competition venue in bright clothes and full of vigor.
Ning Xiaoxia didn't sleep the whole night, her mind was filled with today's exchange meeting. It's not that I'm too nervous, I just think about it out of habit and can't sleep. But when she got up this morning, she felt relaxed. She thought that there was nothing to worry about. Anyway, everything was coming, and the soldiers could stop it.
Of course, the condition of the others was not that good. The group of people came down to the square not far away with their own concerns, preparing to participate in this exchange conference.
The meeting point is the large square in the center of the inner circle of Fengming City. When the people from the Wuhua Sect arrived, the scene was already filled with colorful clothes and crowds of people, divided into different small groups and gathering in the huge square.
At a glance, Ningxia saw many familiar guys. The Jin Cancan Club, still arrogant as ever, occupied a large open space domineeringly, and the people around them vacated several large circles around them like they were hiding from the plague. The Guiyi Sect Tiantuan, painted in a strange style, brought their own chairs and sat in groups of twos and threes, pointing to other sects as if no one else was watching. There are also very down-to-earth monks from Shangshui Temple sitting cross-legged on the ground, meditating attentively in the noisy environment.
"Hey! What are those people here for, to perform on the stage?" A low complaint came from the side. Fortunately, the square was noisy, and the few members of the Zhengdao in Guiyi Sect raised their heads and leaned forward. Otherwise, it will definitely be dealt with.
Ning Xia curiously looked towards the source of the words, wanting to see who was speaking so carelessly. Immediately, a piece of grass green with a hint of gray came towards him. This man wearing a pardon green school uniform also had a jasper crown on his head... This kind of breathtaking aesthetic is so irritating to the eyes.
"...Shh, keep your voice down. Do you want to die? Be careful to let others hear you. I heard that they haven't come yet, and I don't know what they will be like when they come."
What and what, that?
Brother Forgive Green, who had the same question as Ning Xia, was also a little confused: "What is that? Guo Li, what are you talking about?"
"Fool, who else can it be? There is only one sect above that group of people, and there is only one leader. Don't say you don't know."
"Oh...what could it be like? Maybe it's the same thing." Brother Green said angrily at the people who were strutting in front of him.
Maybe they are the same thing • Feeling deeply ashamed • Everyone from the Wuhua Sect:...
"Let's not go to the front. It's the same as waiting here. It's crowded in front..." Jin Dan, who had been in the lead for a long time, said. He didn't know if he was affected by the discussion of the two people.
Ning Xiaoxia took another look at the teams in front of her. Their styles looked different from the others, and they had a strong chuuniu aura coming towards them... Well, it's better not to get close to them, it's embarrassing. She thought that the leader of the team probably had the same mentality, and she didn't want to become a strange thing in the eyes of others.
It can be seen that wherever there are people, there are disputes, and wherever there are disputes, there are rivers and lakes, and the rivers and lakes are inevitably decorated with one or two weirdos.
In this way, everyone from the Wuhua Sect mingled with the general public, listened to the gossip, and waited in a low-key manner for the opening staff to arrive.
When Mao hour arrives, people at various positions are ready and can start just waiting for the order to come down.
The city lord who delivered the opening speech was a kind-hearted middle-aged monk. He first made a simple and short opening speech. Even Ningxia, who didn't like to listen to people's nagging, thought it was a good word. It was very inspiring and made her excited. It's a bit exciting.
"...I won't say much nonsense. Rather than listening to this old man's speech, everyone should be more interested in the next topic - the exchange conference." There was another round of thin discussion below, and the city lord continued indifferently. : "You must have heard from your elders that the format of the exchange conference is different every year. What your elders have experienced is in the past, and you will also have your adventures. I wish you all the best. .”
"Now, please invite the monks of Jindan and below from each sect to come out."
