When Yue Lu and the others hurried out, a new name appeared on the wooden wall. The fiery red totem in front seemed like flowing flames, and looked like a phoenix fluttering about to fly, which was extremely conspicuous.
"..."
"What the hell is going on?" He hadn't appeared for many years, but suddenly appeared again, interfered in the grand event of Fengming City, and bypassed them to select a group of monks to qualify.
"A Niu, you go back to your old house first and arrange for the members of the clan who are in seclusion to come out one after another. If the sacred beast comes into the world, I'm afraid something big will happen and things will change." When Yue Lu met the Phoenix Spirit, he never thought that the situation would develop to this point. He thought that Fenghun had been lonely for many years and was bored, so he just came out for a casual stroll. Now it seems that this matter is not that simple.
"promise."
Audience area
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"San'er?" The leader of the Huyang faction had mixed feelings, feeling both happy and surprised.
Xie Yun'an was born in a family of immortal cultivators, but his qualifications were mediocre. He barely reached the golden elixir level when his life span was approaching, and he was about to die of old age in the golden elixir realm. It happened that his wife was pregnant and gave birth to Xie Shi, who was considered his old son and was already suffering from side pain. Less than three days after the birth of this little son, Xie Yun'an got a chance and became a Nascent Soul monk. Although this was the end of his life, it was a great blessing that he gained a life span of nearly 1,000 years for nothing. Xie Shi, an old man, was regarded as a good omen, and Xie Yunan loved him very much, far more than any other son.
Originally, Xie Shi was not qualified to come to this exchange conference. Xie Yun'an selfishly asked the leader for a spot and brought his youngest son to come. For this reason, he deigned to come to the exchange conference to protect the younger generation. The original intention was to let him see the world and gain knowledge. He knew exactly what the little guy was like. He had the same mediocre qualifications as himself, was young, immature, and had a very immature mind, so he couldn't stand up to the big stage.
Unexpectedly, this little guy who was least expected to miraculously qualified. What happened in this trial? Abnormal things are monsters, and Xie Yun'an was worried that his youngest son's unusual appearance would involve some trouble, and he was quite anxious. However, the scene in the secret realm could not be seen, and Xie Shi's condition was naturally unknown. Xie Yun'an had no choice but to secretly worry in the audience.
"Zhenjun Lingche, please don't worry. It's a good thing for my junior brother to qualify. You should be happy. Fengming City has hosted the exchange conference for many years. I think it can at least guarantee that the disciples participating in the conference will not have any problems." Another member of the Huyang faction An accompanying Jindan master persuaded. Although this junior fellow student with slightly dull qualifications stood out beyond their expectations, after all, judging from the experience of previous exchange conferences, the organizers did not seem to select disciples solely based on their strength, so it would not be surprising if they had a little buffer. . On the contrary, they still feel happy and proud.
Each exchange conference selects one disciple from a thousand, and there are also countless people who are ultimately qualified to enter the Tower of Inheritance. There are more than a thousand sects and sects in the southeastern border. Each sect has dozens to three or two disciples participating in the meeting. It is extremely difficult to stand out from such a large base of selections. Generally speaking, large sects have better inheritance of the six arts, so most of the disciples selected in the end are won by them. However, some sects have no one selected for several consecutive sessions. The Huyang Sect is actually an upper-middle-class sect in the southeastern border, with mediocre strength. It would be very satisfying to have just one of them this time.
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the other side
The Wuhua sect faces the same troubles.
Ningxia, a rookie, was unusually chosen. It was not an older disciple with deep strength in the sect, nor a new generation of monks that he was optimistic about, but a monk who had not cultivated for a long time but could not build a foundation. He took the lead, and the Wuhua Sect team was coaxed and exploded.
"Who is this person? Why didn't you click on the image?"
"By selecting such an unknown person as a finalist, the organizer's standards become even more bizarre."
"What's wrong? Are you jealous? You should know that Fengming City doesn't act according to common sense. We should still be happy, after all, they are our people, not anyone else."
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The disciples in the sect who were unfamiliar with Ningxia were all talking about it, and generally speaking, they were mostly happy.
Of course, there are also some who are particularly unhappy.
Master Mingjing ignored the gaze from Pingyang, and said to True Lord Yuanheng solemnly: "True Lord, if you read it correctly, the mark seems to be a phoenix..."
"Lin Rong, relax, don't think too much, lest you scare yourself." Zhenjun Yuanheng looked very happy. He was a little older than the people present and knew more about some ancient legends from the mainland. Heard a little bit.
I know a lot about the history of Fengming City, so I am not as ignorant as some people. He suddenly remembered that his master who had been around for many years once told a story about the past, the cry of the seriously injured senior before his death, the confusing adventure journey, and the past that was gradually lost in the long river of history.
"The phoenix returns to its nest..." True Lord Yuan Heng murmured.
