Lianwei is actually hers too?
Shang Ding Hui. Ten years ago, Hua Jianci suddenly understood, "President?"
Zhan Changfeng smiled and said nothing.
"Is that so? You must have been in the Shanhai Realm for a while, and your name will soon be on the list."
The three small lists are based on boundaries. The monks in the realm of life and death and those below the realm of life and death will appear on the three small lists. Those who come from the outside have the aura of the outside world and cannot integrate into this world in a short period of time, so they are not on the list. of.
But it can take as little as five or six months, or as long as one or two years. Once the aura is recognized by this world, sooner or later it will be judged by Hai Shitu as a person from this world, and thus be listed on the list.
"Maybe it's already here, maybe it's about to happen soon." She has been here for more than half a year, and the time is almost up.
Hua Jianci pressed her eyebrows, as if she could predict the wonderful life in the future. Their names alone would attract everyone's attention.
Zhan Changfeng seemed to know what she was thinking and added fuel to the fire, "When I went back to pick up everyone from the Zhou tribe, I had a conflict with the Donglin Army. You have to be aware of it."
How do I know? Hua Jianci was angry and happy at the same time, "Why do I feel that your foundation is not yet settled, so you have offended all those who are not easy to offend first?"
"Blame me." Zhan Changfeng said with a smile, "Everything has two sides. Growing quietly and quietly is one way, and struggling in the storm is also another way. Since life has chosen the latter for me, why not accept it calmly."
"I seem to have underestimated your adventurous spirit." It's not that Hua Jianci feels that she can't conflict with other forces, but that she hasn't made up her mind yet, and there is a big spiritual vein hidden behind her. If someone else takes action, Excuses can easily lead to failure.
There are only ten thousand people in the Day tribe, and they will be gone after one death.
Hua Jianci didn't know her well enough to judge the limits of what she and the day tribe could bear, "How much strength do you still have?"
"From what you see, some of them are not based on the strength of the troops."
Zhan Changfeng placed Hua Jianci in the position of military adviser. This position can be said to be her right-hand man and top priority. However, they still lacked an in-depth conversation about the present and the future.
This conversation lasted for three days and three nights without any pause in the middle. The two of them reached consensus in many aspects, and their sense of identity gradually deepened.
Three days later, the Wasteland Conference was held.
Hua Jianci opened the window and saw a sea of people in the distance, "Then I will participate this time, get top five, and have a hand in the construction of this town."
"Good work."
Zhan Changfeng watched the meeting and took a seat in the temporary stands.
A giant curved staircase stand stands on a vast field, and the arena is the boundless world outside the stand, where half-step magical powers can be used in the realm of life and death.
"What a coincidence, fellow Taoist, where is the barley."
The person sitting in the back seat is someone I met during my trip to the cave. Zhan Changfeng saluted in response, turned his head, and waited quietly for the meeting to begin.
Luo Yemi stared at the back of her head for a while, feeling scratching curiosity in her heart. Why was she okay?
Is it possible that that piece of stone is really only worth a set of formation flags?
As a businessman, Luo Yimi is very sensitive to treasures. Among the pile of treasures brought up by the mysterious black-robed man, she also noticed an ugly stone piece that was incompatible with other treasures. She secretly explored it for a long time and determined that it was a piece of waste, so she did not Choose it.
But what was surprising was that the man in front of him and the young master Qi Huan both fought for it, and almost got into a fight. She thought that she had missed it, but if it was really a treasure, a set of formation flags would definitely not be enough.
According to what she heard, many people, including Third Master Bato Shende and others, have died. These people who died happened to be people who were greedy for profit in exchange for treasure.
"Fellow Taoist, do you know that most of our group was already dead at that time." Luo Yimi Bagua said, "Did we really get something dirty?"
"Is he dead?" Zhan Changfeng asked.
"I can still lie to you." She changed seats, sat next to her, and said in detail, "The third master of the inn, the gentry of the Batuo tribe, the valley of the Wan tribe, the man in the yellow robe, took the title of gentry. A wealthy gentleman with a reputation but no noble life..."
She counted them one by one, as if she knew everyone clearly.
Zhan Changfeng's expression was light and his smile was gentle, "Fellow Taoist is very careful."
"Of course, I cherish my life. Look, everyone has entered the critical stage of life and death. It's not easy to die. If we die, we can't die together during this period of time. Who can say that there is nothing fishy in it."
"This is to tell us not to take things carelessly."
"You also think it's a matter of exchanging gifts?" Luo Yimi said, "You have good taste, follow me." She couldn't agree more.
Zhan Changfeng was half curious and half inquiring, so he took advantage of the situation and asked, "Do you know who else is alive, fellow Taoist?"
Luo Yimi nuzzled at Qi Huan in the middle of the row, "I won't mention the ones in front of me. At that time, Jiang Chuan and Xu Yunzi were also exchanged. Jiang Chuan is a demon cultivator whose whereabouts are always uncertain. After I came out of the cave, I I haven’t seen him before, but Xu Yunzi has appeared in the inn a few times and will also attend this conference. There seems to be no one else."
Ban Yangzi, the referee introduced by the conference, came out to announce the proceedings of the conference. Everyone fell silent, and Zhan Changfeng and Luo Yimi stopped talking.
Banyangzi is a loose cultivator who lives and practices in the icy wasteland. He is a rare strong man who is respected by both local monks and foreign monks. For the sake of the formality of the conference, the three parties invited him out of the cave to serve as the referee. and hosting.
The fighting style of the conference is a random battle between two people, and the winner advances to the next round.
Although some single Tuofan occupies a place in the spiritual line, they cannot keep it in the face of strong men and powerful forces. They readily agree to the rules of the Wasteland Conference just so that they can live in the town for free in the future.
Therefore, many people know that they are in a situation of life and death and have no chance of winning with half-step magical powers, so they simply give up in the first round.
After the so-so first round of fighting, there were only twelve people left in the realm of life and death. Three half-step magical powers competed for the final top five.
He Lao Lao, who was sitting in the first row with Qi Huan, had already seen Hua Jianci among the participants. His eyes swept across the stands and he spotted Zhan Changfeng in the seventh row in the upper right corner, and felt a little suspicious.
Do they also intend to develop in the icy wasteland?
Is it to develop business or to develop pure power?
Qi Huan also noticed it and asked through a message, "What do you think of Mr. He?"
"The biggest opponent in this construction is probably not Jinchihou and the Twenty-one Tribes, but them." He Laodao said, "In the cave, I found that the person was also an arithmetician. The arithmetician always cherishes feathers and will not appear in the cave. Seek profit in crowded situations, and if the fortune teller starts competing for fame and fortune, it means that she has chosen a master."
Qi Huan asked his subordinates to bring the conference roster and looked for her participant number to find her name. There were only two words written in the name column, Day Clan.
It shows that she is participating on its behalf.
"This name sounds familiar." Qi Huan quickly remembered it, "Are they the people from Xiaolijie?"
The hundreds of thousands of people from the Xiaoli Realm who crossed over to the Mountain and Sea Realm are still very conspicuous, especially since they have built a new city with several people from the realm of life and death in charge.
At that time, the Jingyao Dynasty had experienced a great war, and there was a gap in population and combat power. He formulated a city-wide recruitment plan and easily introduced them all to Nanfeng Continent.
In order to formulate this recruitment plan, he specifically investigated the structural levels of these hundreds of thousands of people. The two most valuable monks in the realm of life and death and the vast fighting method were naturally the focus of attention.
At that time, what he heard most from the monks who came back from the Zhengdao Society was Xiaolijie, where heroes gathered, and Zhan Changfeng, who won the first place in two rounds of fighting. After a little inquiry in the new city, he knew that Zhan Changfeng was missing, but There is a day tribe under her, and another Shuo Yu who has received the Dragon Order is actually her subordinate.
It's a pity that the Day Clan was not in the new city from the beginning. They were reclusive and stubborn and refused to accept all the forces that heard the news and came to recruit peace.
After hard work, a few members of the Sun Clan were found, but there was nothing special about them. They were worse than ordinary disciples from small sects.
Gradually, like other forces, he lost interest.
Seeing this name again at this time, Qi Huan was inexplicably shocked and asked He Lao, "What was the name of the white-haired man you mentioned last time?"
"Zhan Changfeng." He Lao did not participate in the recruitment. He only thought that he had heard this name somewhere. Looking at Qi Huan's expression, he asked suspiciously, "You know the young master?"
"If it weren't for the same name..." He did not continue and watched the fight with a calm expression.
This scene is between Hua Jianci and Bato Huisheng, the new leader of the Bato tribe.
Hua Jianci was wearing a dark coat with wide sleeves and a green and white ribbon on his waist. He held his folding fan upside down, cupped his fists and saluted, "Day."
As delicate as a lotus, elegance is the norm.
Bato Huisheng took a step back, looked at his narrow-sleeved riding boots from beginning to end, and laughed and said, "Why do outsiders come to join in the fun? Our wilderness is so good, do you want to come and settle here!"
"It's not bad." Hua Jianci said calmly.
"Hey." Batuo Huisheng opened his mouth, "Then let's try a few tricks. No matter if you lose or win, I will invite you to be a guest in the Batuo tribe!"
As soon as the referee urged him, Bato Huisheng punched forward first. The air exploded and his fist turned into a hammer, causing thunder in all directions. He showed no mercy.
This is the thunder hammer iron fist handed down from the Batu tribe. It can lift a light weight but shake the wasteland. It has become the name of the first tribe in the Fanhe Plain.
Hua Jianci pushed open the fan with his fingertips, and the inexplicable mysterious force knocked Bato Huisheng away several feet with his fists.
Bato Huisheng's eyes were in disbelief, as if he didn't know what happened just now. He raised his fist to attack with a sullen face. The punch was so fierce that he smashed hundreds of holes into the hard wasteland.
And she seemed to have predicted his offensive in advance, avoiding all attacks as if taking a leisurely stroll. When Ba Tuo Hui was angry and burst out with secret techniques, she suddenly closed her fan and knocked down the fan in the air. Ba Tuo Hui Sheng felt like he was hit hard. , suddenly fell to the ground.
There was an uproar in the stands, completely unable to understand the fight.
"What's going on? Is that fan some kind of treasure?"
"This is such an unfair loss!"
Some of the people from the two mainlands had earthy faces. They were really fake. They looked familiar...
Luo Yemi also widened her eyes and looked at Zhan Changfeng, "Is it her?"
Zhan Changfeng didn't need to confirm, Luo Yimi nodded as if to himself, "It's unmistakable, it must be her."
She and her master were once invited to participate in the grand fighting ceremony of the Donglin Dynasty. Young heroes from all walks of life gathered in the venue, and various forces gathered outside the venue. On the high platform in front, sat King Donglin and his humerus ministers.
She clearly remembered that among the adults, there was a little girl who looked less than eleven or twelve years old sitting next to King Donglin. At first glance, she thought she was the daughter of King Donglin. I was so envious.
But when the battle was nearly halfway through, the top performers all entered the third round. The remaining battles in the second round made her drowsy. It was at this time that she heard someone talking on the high platform in the distance, with a mellow voice. It sounds good, full of comforting smiles.
He said, "Today the young talents are all showing their talents. Why don't fellow Hua Daoists go and compete?"
Then the little girl said calmly and coldly, "I am a Shangguan, and I hold the seal of great general granted by the prince himself. Why should I compete with my disciples?"
"Fellow Taoist Hua, what you said is wrong. Official positions are official positions, and competitions are competitions. Look, all the sons of princes who came to have an audience are present."
"Yu Qing is right. A Ci, you are also a young man. Go down and try your fighting strength."
Under the majestic and calm voice of King Donglin, she didn't feel anything was wrong at that time, and complained that this little girl was so pretentious that she had to wait until she came down to compete.
The little girl finally stood on the ring. She was calm and elegant, and her skills were so good that her opponents could not hit her at all. Often after missing a blow, they would turn around and see her standing on the other side with hands free.
It was obviously a duel between two people, but it became one person's sole role and one person's cold shoulder.
When her opponent collapsed from exhaustion, she would kick him off the stage with an expressionless expression.
An irreducible silence and embarrassment spread throughout the ensuing fight. Hundreds of thousands of people looked a little dry as they watched her kicking the proud men off the stage one by one.
The grand event was finally over, and she became the well-deserved first place, but she walked away without waiting for the reward from King Donglin.
Arrogant to the point of lawlessness.
Later, she learned from her master that this little girl was an important minister of Donglin and had just won a large piece of territory in another realm for Donglin.
Why should a high-ranking minister be forced to step off the stage on the grounds of his age to participate in a fight between a group of young people with no official position and no position in front of his subordinates?
Is King Donglin trying to beat her, or treating her like a child? Either way, it is an insult to her.
Luo Yemi came back to her senses and shook her head. It didn't take long. She had grown up and she was unrecognizable.
Qi Huan also thought of the grand meeting in the past. At that time, Jing Yao was in the Fang Kingdom and was very excited to receive the invitation from the Donglin Dynasty. King Jing Yao asked him to attend the meeting with several domestic geniuses, and earnestly asked him not to lose Jing Yao. Yao's face.
Anyway, everyone was so humiliated that time that when he returned to his country, he went into seclusion to practice hard and ignored the outside world.
Unfortunately, it was ten years after he left seclusion, and Hua Jianci just retired.
We actually met again here.
Qi Huan's mind started to heat up and he started thinking too much. Why did she appear here?
He Lao didn't know Hua Jianci, but his hands trembled slightly as he recognized her moves.
One flower and one ghost sit in the sky, and the branches and willows are broken in the air, and the cliff is water.
This is a move that belongs to the flower ghost lineage.
He is also a fortune teller. He has dealt with the flower ghost lineage several times and knows that the flower ghost lineage will raise a "ghost". The harder the opponent's attack, the stronger the power she gets from the ghost, which is equivalent to a tree. There were no branches on it, so she could break off a branch out of thin air and cut off the flowing water.
The Huagui lineage is very secretive. He only knows that the "ghost" is not a ghost, but a curse contract.
The disciples of Huagui's lineage actually came out in the same world and at the same time. When He Lao realized this, he seemed to have been stumbled by fate, and his expression was extremely solemn.
