Yang Ning never thought about getting something from Xiu Ya that could destroy Miao Gu and then free Runxiang, the saint of Miao Valley. For Yang Ning, this was just a gesture of friendship.
After bidding farewell to Xiu Ya, Yang Ning unexpectedly discovered that Xiu Ya's cultivation had reached the peak of the seventh level of Mountaineering Realm, which showed that his talent was extraordinary.
However, Yang Ning decided that he still had to keep a distance from Xiaolin Temple. Although his current identity was the Sword Master of the Taoist Sword Sect, since Ruanxiang could know it, his identity would be exposed at any time as long as someone with a heart checks it, and Xiaolin Temple He has always remained neutral among the Ten Holy Lands, and there is no need for him to let Xiu Ya fall into a choice because of his identity because of this friendship.
Time flies by, and in the world of cultivators, time is like a white cloud and a gray dog. Five days pass by in the blink of an eye.
This day!
Chaoyang Road was boiling, and countless practitioners poured into the Tiandao Mountain area.
Because the exchange meeting of the Ten Holy Lands will start today.
boom!
boom!
boom!
With three roars that resounded throughout the world, the morning glow rose, and fireworks exploded. In the sea of clouds in Tiandao Mountain, more and more cultivators gathered. Countless rainbows shuttled through the sea of clouds, and even some ancestors who had never left the mountain were here. I went to Tiandao Mountain today and showed respect to Tiandao Sect and the ten holy places.
The vast sea of clouds and morning glow set off each other, and the fleeting silhouettes form a wonderful picture in the world.
"Look..."
I saw a person standing on a cliff in the sea of clouds, holding a pen in his hand and sketching continuously.
"Is that the painting sage Wu Changdao?"
"should be……"
Vaguely, I could see that the figure was actually using the heaven and earth as paper and the avenue as the tip of the pen to write a picture of the morning glow.
The pen moves away from the dragon and snake, and a cloud dragon comes from the east. Its momentum is so majestic that it is even more dazzling than the rising morning sun in the sky.
Then the tip of the pen was embellished and scattered in the sky. The swans like red shadows leaped between the sky and the earth, racing against the red clouds in the depths of the sea of clouds.
One after another flying rainbows shuttled from far to near, in all directions, above the sea of clouds and gradually entered the stone platform in the sea of clouds.
…
Magnificent, majestic, as vast as the stars...
I saw the painting sage Wu Changdao opening his mouth, using Taoist rhyme as the tip of his brushstrokes. Then he waved his hand, and an unknown piece of paper floated into the air.
The pictures just sketched out fell on the drawing paper in an orderly manner.
When the pen rises, everyone is shocked; when the pen falls, the ghosts and gods are shocked.
Astonishingly so!
The red light of the morning sun was gone, and the sea of clouds was billowing, but the cultivators around him were all looking towards the Tiandao Mountain in the west.
There was a Taoist rhyme, and a rainbow bridge stretched out from Tiandao Mountain.
The wind stops and the clouds stay.
There is only one word left: quiet!
No, there is another person moving.
Painting sage Wu Changdao's pen is moving, and the ghosts and spirits on the painting paper are moving.
It's becoming clearer.
Above the Hongqiao, a long queue passed through the Hongqiao and gradually began to move towards Yuntai.
The dragon walks like a tiger, and the leader is naturally Lingchenzi, the leader of the righteous path in the world. He is also the hand of the Seven Sons of Heavenly Dao, and is recognized as the number one in the world.
"Look..."
Following a shout, the first time Lingchenzi stepped onto the stone platform, the painting of Saint Wu Changdao on the cliff not far away stopped.
Lingchenzi stared at the drawing paper.
The dragon roars and the phoenix roars, rushing towards the face in the sea of clouds...
"Okay, okay, okay..." Lingchenzi said hello three times in a row, then looked at Wu Changdao and said: "The name of the Painting Saint will be famous today and will last forever in the world!"
Lingchenzi put away the almost alive painting, and the painting saint Wu Changdao also flew down the cliff and hid in the sea of clouds.
Lingchenzi watched the painting saint leave without stopping him. After the painting saint Wu Changdao completely disappeared into the sea of people, he looked around.
"Congratulations to the sect master for receiving the ink pen spiritual treasure."
"congratulate……"
Compliments kept flowing through the sea of clouds, and they were heard endlessly.
After a long time, Lingchenzi finally seemed to enjoy the compliment. He pressed his hands downwards and then said: "After five hundred years of reincarnation, it is time for the gathering of the ten holy places. In order to feel the grand occasion, I specially invited the painting saint Wu Changdao to come here. Make a note of it.”
"Okay, five hundred years of reincarnation, and today is the day for exchanges between our ten holy places."
"Invite the masters of the major holy places to come on stage."
Following Ling Chenzi's long roar, the nine Lords of the Holy Land on the Hong Bridge began to move towards the stone platform.
Yang Ning didn't know much about the Lord of these Holy Lands, so he could only wait quietly.
"This first place is the leader of the Holy Land Mobei Tiandao Academy, the Changdao Sect, which ranked second last time."
Not far away, the sound roared in the sea of clouds, and I saw the dragon and tiger steps of the Long Sword Sect. With each step, the light of the sword lingered between the Hongqiao, and the powerful secret was like a heavenly sword, cutting straight into the sky.
Soon, the shadow of the knife disappeared, and all the graceful figures belonging to the Changdao Sect fell on the stone platform.
"The second one is Monk Wuwang from Xiaolin Temple."
"Amitabha!" A Buddha's name sounded like the Buddha had descended, surrounded by golden rims. Wuwu's figure could not see the movement track at all. In just the blink of an eye, he had crossed the Hongqiao and arrived on the stone platform.
"The master of Hanhai Tower, Bei Fengluo."
"Ting Yue Ya, the fifth listening tide."
"Wuhengu, Xu Ying."
"Hongchenxuan, Dongfangming."
"Ask the Sword Sect, Zhao Huai."
"Danta, Master Danyun."
Seeing Master Danyun passing by attracted the attention of many cultivators, not because of how powerful the Danyun Pagoda was, but because of the specialness of the Danyun Pagoda. Compared to his strength, Master Danyun was even more outstanding at alchemy refining. Although Alchemy is only an auxiliary, among the ten holy places, no one dares to offend Alchemy Pagoda, so this Alchemy Pagoda is a special existence among the Holy Lands.
Although it only ranks ninth, its status cannot be matched even by Tiandao Sect to a certain extent.
"Master Danyun, it is said that some time ago, he formed the Furnace Mysterious Pill, and his cultivation level improved by leaps and bounds, causing the sky to be filled with red clouds, and even causing an uproar in the entire Southern Territory."
"Danta, your status is becoming more and more transcendent."
"Who says it's not? After all, as long as you are a cultivator, no one will be injured. The products produced by Danta must be high-quality products. This sentence is not just for words."
…
There was a lot of discussion around him, but Master Danyun did not stop at all and quickly climbed onto the stone platform.
Immediately afterwards, a rainbow celestial garment spread, directly covering the entire original Hong Bridge. A graceful figure stepped on the rainbow celestial garment and strolled in the sky. It came from Tiandao Mountain and did not apply any powder, but it was as startling as a heavenly being.
"Such a beautiful sister..." Huan Ling was already one of the most beautiful women in the world, but now that she saw her true appearance, she couldn't help but be praised and surprised.
"Ling'er, it's not appropriate for us to call this sister..." But before Yang Ning could finish her words, she saw the Rainbow Heavenly Clothes falling towards her.
"Your mouth is so sweet." His voice was as soft as bones, but he was dressed in white. He had passed Yang Ning and came directly to Huan Ling, and began to look at Huan Ling.
"Sister?" Huan Ling tried to ask, but saw the person walking around Huan Ling twice.
"Xiao Nizi, what's your name?"
"Huan Ling." Huan Ling said politely, because Huan Ling knew that this person must have a good status, otherwise he would not be descending from Tiandao Mountain at this moment, and then flying to the stone platform.
"Huan Ling..." There was a hint of affection in his voice as he asked, "Let me call you Ling'er."
"Okay." Huan Ling responded happily.
"You..." He was surrounded by white clothes, looked around, and asked: "Are you from Taoist Sword Sect?"
Huan Ling nodded.
"Get away from him and follow sister." The person said, taking Huan Ling's jade hand directly and preparing to fly towards the stone platform.
"Senior, what are you..." Yang Ning was just about to say something to stop him, but he felt a blur in front of him. The figures in Baiyi and Huan Ling had already stepped onto the Hong Bridge.
"Zhao Huai, let me give this girl up, is that okay?"
Zhao Huai was already on the stone platform, but when he saw Sun Ying snatching people away in front of many strong men, he was somewhat embarrassed.
But when he thought of Sun Ying's temper and her relationship with Tang Tianchao, Zhao Huai finally had no choice but to say loudly: "Junior Sister Sun, if Junior Brother Tang agrees, I will naturally have no problem, but Junior Brother Tang Over there, they care about Ling'er very much, and besides..." Zhao Huai said, looking at Yang Ning on the other side of the Hongqiao in Tiandao Mountain.
"Besides what? You are coy and don't look like a man at all. How dare you say that you are a swordsman?" Sun Ying acted casually and seemed to have nothing to do with the woman's temperament.
"I'm afraid this Ling'er will not leave the senior." Yang Ning stood on the other side of the Hongqiao. He did not rush into the Hongqiao, but the secret of the sword was already rising in him.
"Oh?" Sun Ying's eyes fell on Yang Ning, "What?"
"Because she is my wife." Yang Ning responded very simply, but it made Huan Ling, who was being held by Sun Ying, feel shy.
"Wife..." Sun Ying looked at Huan Ling and said, "Ling'er, is this true?"
"Sister, I am already Brother Ning's man. Wherever he goes, I will go there." Huan Ling said, breaking free from Sun Ying's hand, and then ran towards Yang Ning.
"Haha..." Zhao Huai smiled fondly and said, "It seems that Junior Sister Sun's wish has come true."
"Zhao Huai, are you very proud?" Sun Ying put away her rainbow sky clothes, but in an instant, a white rainbow naturally shot straight towards Zhao Huai.
"Hey..." Zhao Huai seemed to have known that this would be the result. He was not slow and hurriedly dodged the white rainbow that was shooting at him, and said: "Junior Brother Tang, why did you get into trouble with her..."
"Junior Sister Sun, stop!" A long roar echoed like a bell on the stone platform. As expected, Bai Hong didn't take action. It was Ling Chenzi who took action and blocked Bai Hong.
"Hmph!" Sun Ying snorted coldly at Ling Chenzi, and then said to Huan Ling: "Ling'er, if the man named Tang treats you badly, come to Tianxiang Pavilion, and my sister will give you prestige." ωωw ..net
After Sun Ying finished speaking, she took a step forward and came to the stone platform.
At this point, all the masters of the ten holy places have come to the stone platform.
"Holy Land Exchange aims to establish a deeper friendship between Holy Lands and contribute to peace between continents. For this reason, our ancestors went through many hardships and finally achieved this three thousand years ago, and it continues to this day."
"For thousands of years, the devil has been rampant, and there have been constant exchanges between the ten holy places. Such grand gatherings have made the ten holy places as close as brothers. Brothers working together can be as powerful as gold."
"However, there are also rankings among brothers. Therefore, this grand meeting not only communicates, but also forms a ranking among holy places. After three thousand years, it will be like this."
"Today, I announce that the Holy Land Exchange Meeting will begin now."
As Lingchenzi's voice echoed, the geniuses from the major holy places came one by one on the rainbow, flew over the sea of clouds, and began to land on the stone platform.
Yang Ning Huanling and others also passed through Hongqiao and boarded the stone platform.
There was a gentle breeze in the sky, and everything was in order.
Yang Ning also learned about the details of the Ten Holy Lands.
Although there were already a lot of looming auras before starting, it was not until this moment that Yang Ning fully realized what the top ten holy places were.
In half an hour, nearly two hundred strong men appeared on the stone platform.
"It's amazing..." Lin Jian exclaimed.
At the same time, at the foot of Tiandao Mountain, a screen-like mirror image unfolded.
"Place your bet, place your bet..."
As the mirror image unfolded, a voice sounded.
If Yang Ning were here, he would definitely recognize this person as Bai Xiaosheng from Xihuang.
"Top Ten Holy Lands Exchange Meeting, Baixiao Pavilion opens."
"Once the divine crystal comes in, it will leave with a lot of money."
"Give it a try and have a bright future..."
"Your bright future lies in Baixiao Pavilion."
Slogans were raised one after another and unfolded in front of the mirror.
"Open the market, open the market..." Bai Xiaosheng couldn't wait, as if the Tiandao Mountain in front of him was not a holy land in the world at all, but his gold and silver mountain.
