Zhan Changfeng opened the door, and pieces of furniture appeared in the empty room, with red beams and black wood and light gauze curtains. There was a tripod in the middle, and behind it was a golden nanmu table with pens, ink, paper and inkstones on it.
She removed her hand from the door frame, and the transformation stopped. The east and west walls were empty, looking a bit nondescript.
The attendant reminded me that the furnishings in the house can be arranged as desired, and it turned out to be this way. Zhan Changfeng remodeled it into a claustrophobic clean room, square and square with only a futon in the middle.
After two days of meditation, on the third day and night, when I walked out of the guild hall, I saw thousands of streams of light flying into the Wugou Palace in the night sky. The Wugou Palace was brightly lit and hung in the clouds, like a golden moon.
At that time, all the teleportation arrays in the guild hall were activated. Zhan Changfeng found Wen Chen and others, and walked into the teleportation array together. In the blink of an eye, he was in a new world, which seemed to be located in the atrium of Wugou Palace, three thousand steps from north to south, six or seven miles from east to west, and several miles away. With 10,000 attendees, it didn’t feel crowded at all.
The bells and drums rang together, the colorful phoenixes flew together, the seats were set up on the high steps of the front hall, and an old man in yellow robe showed his majesty. The whole place was silent. He began to call out in a loud voice, "Please, Mr. Zishan Zhenjun, the eldest son of the Zhengdao Association!" "
"Please, King Ming of the Wu Qu Dynasty!"
"Please, Nagasawa Dynasty and King Light!"
"Please, King Ninghe of the Nanjiang Dynasty!"
There is already a true king and three kings sitting on the seat. They are so powerful that they cannot look directly at them, but they can only feel the vastness and breadth of their meanings.
According to previous years, the roll call should be over, but this time, after the yellow-robed old man paused for half a breath, his voice was imperceptibly filled with deeper awe, and he said loudly, "Welcome to the envoy of the Guangping Celestial Dynasty, the True Lord Hongfang!"
"Welcome to the envoy of the Ten Thousand Stars Celestial Dynasty, True Lord Feizhang!"
"We sincerely welcome the envoy of the Laohuang Celestial Dynasty, True Lord Gao Zhuo!"
Some of the tens of thousands of people below are ignorant, and some have already stirred up huge waves in their hearts. How come there are envoys from the Celestial Dynasty coming to participate in this political meeting? Is it possible that the sky in the Fengyun Realm is about to change?
Zhan Changfeng suddenly thought of the momentary feeling of being spied on when she took the fragment of the Emperor Star, and thought of the mirror reminding her to be careful of the Guangping Celestial Dynasty. She couldn't help but stare, and then let go, letting it change rapidly. Anyway, she had nothing to be afraid of. Yes.
After the president, Zishan Zhenjun, and the three kings gave congratulatory speeches in turn, they announced the formal opening of the political society.
For Zhu Ji, meetings and the intrigues at meetings are the business of the elders. They only need to focus on Cangmang's fighting. For everyone in Xiaolijie, meetings are not their business. They only need to focus on fighting. Can.
However, before the opening of the general stage, Zhan Changfeng followed the conference schedule and found several public meetings to attend. Some of them were two circles fighting for a secret realm, which had not been resolved for a long time, and they requested coordination from the Political and Dao Association. Some were two circles that were at war. , one party demands peace talks.
There are three hundred middle worlds and three thousand small worlds in the Fengyun Realm. Even though most of the small worlds are ordinary worlds that are not connected to the stars and cannot participate in the political meeting, the total number of people attending the meeting is still considerable. It is a contradiction that needs to be coordinated by the political meeting. There are too many.
Zhan Changfeng listened to several meetings and unexpectedly met Yu Sheng, and the two sat together.
Yu Sheng was suspicious, "Fellow Taoist also likes to sit in on meetings?"
"It's not about whether you like it or not. It's just for gaining experience. Isn't that right, fellow Taoist?"
"Of course it is." These political meetings are very boring in the eyes of ordinary people. To gain knowledge in this area, the goal is not small.
Yu Sheng also learned from Lu Yishan that Elder Baihen intended to support the person next to him as the backing of the Elders' Council. Frankly speaking, he was like the strongest worshiper, but now thinking about it, he might not want to be a thug.
Her words and deeds were all frank, and she didn't seem to care about what she revealed. Yu Sheng didn't have any bad feelings because of this. He just thought that she had asked him "Is the Dragon Order worth getting?" and he couldn't help but make various speculations.
Does she want to recruit herself, or test herself?
So Yu Sheng was distracted. She turned around and saw that the meeting was over. She pinched her eyebrows. If such a powerful and promising person had the idea of taking power, it would be good or bad for the Elders' Meeting. Before she understood her purpose, Just keep your distance.
Zhan Changfeng listened to the whole scene and said goodbye to Yu Sheng. Yu Sheng's tone was obviously a little more distant.
Zhan Changfeng had already expected it, so he smiled and left.
It was getting dark at this time, and the guards in front of the general stage made way for a way out. An endless stream of monks entered the general stage, clearing their record points and merits, and preparing for the first round of competition three days later.
Zhan Changfeng had enough time to clear the Taichaqing Hall of achievement points and meritorious deeds, and then stayed in the room to practice.
Four days later, she touched her palm and picked up the Dianjiangtai nameplate. The empty combat power list had been updated. Currently ranked first was Hao Qingyuan, with seven consecutive victories and a record of 12,000 points.
The rule of point fighting skills is that a high level of cultivation challenges a low level of cultivation. Regardless of winning or losing, there is no record. If a low level of cultivation challenges a high level of cultivation, the bet will be based on 50% of the record of the side with more records. If the same rank fights, the side with the greater record will be awarded 30% of the record as the bet.
The first round of competition lasted for one month, and it had only been one day. The monks' performance points were generally still very low. If the two fought against each other, the victory points would be limited.
Zhan Changfeng planned to challenge in half a month, and first fattened up his opponents.
There are many people like her who have this strategy. This strategy works because the conference stipulates that anyone who is challenged cannot refuse unless there are too many challengers to be able to queue up.
Otherwise, if no one is willing to accept the challenge from those with superior abilities, wouldn’t those individuals with superior abilities not even be able to pass the first round?
But there is a hidden danger. If a person has too many challengers, he may not even get his turn by the end of the competition.
Another day passed, Zhan Changfeng once again observed the rankings on the list and the names of all the contestants, compared them with the names written down on the Three Emperors Treasure Tree in the Mountain and Sea Realm, and made reservations to challenge the dozen or so monks who were most likely to reach the later stage. .
She found that this first round was still a bit of a battle of wits and courage, and if she was not careful, she might end up in a dilemma where no one could challenge her or she would not be able to challenge herself.
The nameplate flashed slightly, and people started to make reservations to challenge themselves. It seemed that Guangsa had prepared a lot for a rainy day.
A few days later, on the day when the Linglong Trade Fair started, Zhan Changfeng went out and met Zuo Zhuzhi who was in a hurry.
Zuo Zhuzhi was surprised, "Hey, I asked you why you haven't seen anyone for days. You're not just hiding in your room."
"Well, what are you doing in such a hurry?"
Zuo Zhuyi was speechless for a moment, and then said after a while, "Some people are looking for trouble for us. Wu Feiyu, Yu Sheng, Liao Qingfan and the others have all been invited to fight one after another. I have also received many messages about fighting, and I have to agree. This I'm about to rush over soon, didn't you receive it?"
"I have arranged the date of the fight ten days later." Zhan Changfeng asked, "How do you know that someone is looking for trouble and not a normal fight?"
"Didn't Wu Feiyu get picked on when we were on the boat? Yu Sheng got the list of contestants from the Shanhai Realm. In the past few days, people from the Shanhai Realm have been challenging us."
"Really?" Zhan Changfeng looked at the combat power list information on the nameplate. Wu Feiyu, Yu Sheng and the others hadn't lost yet, so he felt relieved, "Then go ahead and don't make people wait impatiently."
Zuo Zhuzhi:
On the night when I was determined to recover, my whole body felt hot and I had a splitting headache. I couldn't sleep all night, so I successfully spent the whole day as a salted fish. I felt that there was a force in the dark that was preventing me from being hopeless.
