"Hey, you guys are here quite early."
A few streaks of light fell on the high platform. Among them, a calm and majestic middle-aged man smiled and arched his hands towards Yan Lie and others, and then walked in the direction of Yang Jiuxiao.
"Mr. Yang, this junior is being polite."
“Don’t take it seriously, don’t take it seriously!”
Looking at the middle-aged man in front of him who was doing the courtesy of a junior, Yang Jiuxiao's withered face revealed a gentle smile.
"Palace Master Huangfu is very old."
"You are no longer the young boy you were back then. There is no need to pay such a big gift to me, an old man."
The person who had a cordial conversation with Yang Jiuxiao was Huangfu Shenghua, the master of the Ming Palace. The latter had received a lot of care from his senior Yang Jiuxiao when he was young, so the two had always maintained a good relationship.
"Hey, look at what you said."
Huangfu Shenghua smiled,
"If it hadn't been for your help, I would have fallen into the belly of the beast long ago. How could He De be where he is today."
When Yang Jiuxiao heard this, his thoughts drifted into the distance. When he came back to his senses, he showed a regretful expression.
"It's a pity that you are not suitable for my inheritance. After all, you are not lucky enough."
Otherwise, how could the old man get a bargain?
Just as Yang Jiuxiao shook his head and sighed, a piece of information quietly came into his mind. His pupils suddenly shrank and he looked at the source of the information. Huangfu Shenghua nodded imperceptibly.
"I understand."
Immediately I was filled with emotion,
"The future belongs to you young people after all!"
"Lao Yang is getting stronger with age."
Huangfu Shenghua flattered him with a smile.
"Those little guys too...?"
Yang Jiuxiao looked at the other figures who seemed to be doing nothing, and his doubts were clearly expressed in his eyes.
"We just happened to meet each other, just on our way."
Huangfu Shenghua looked calm.
"People are almost here."
Scanning the vacant seats with his eyes, Yang Jiuxiao's impression of the first-class forces currently absent emerged in his mind.
"The Blood Knife Sect is a bunch of perverts. The Flowing Shadow Sect is always gloomy and does shady things. There are also those bald donkeys from the Bodhi Sect who talk about their fate all the time, and..."
"The Zhengyuan Sect with its evil nature."
The passage of thousands of years had destroyed his body and given him a pair of vicious eyes.
I sighed in my heart,
"I'm afraid there will be a river of blood!"
Before the old man's inner activities could continue to unfold, several forces that were talking about him rushed to the venue from all directions.
"It really means Cao Cao Cao Cao is here."
As soon as people from the four factions arrived, the atmosphere on the field instantly cooled down, and their attitude was completely different from before.
The leader of the Blood Knife Sect, Yue Yingye, seemed to be in the habit of walking towards his position without saying a word, carrying his ghost-headed sword.
The master of Liuying Sect had escaped into the shadows at some point, huddled in his seat and turned into a black, indescribable mass.
The old monk from the Bodhi Sect, whose beard and hair were all white, still had the same kind smile that had never changed for thousands of years. His squinting eyes made it difficult to guess what he was thinking. He smiled friendly at everyone and sat down in his seat.
In comparison, Lan Canghai, the leader of the Zhengyuan Sect, is quite popular. At least he has received friendly greetings from other people, especially a certain leader of Zhazahuhu.
"Brother Lan, our positions are actually the same. We are really destined, hahahahahaha!"
With a happy face, Yan Lie dragged Lan Canghai to the seat next to him. Feeling the huge force coming from his shoulders, the latter showed a helpless smile,
"Brother Yan, please come and be fine!"
"Hey, stop talking, I was very angry with that old man Yang just now."
"Senior Yang is a senior, and we as juniors should respect him."
"Yes, yes, you have followed your rules all day long. If you don't talk about this, we two brothers will drink."
"Brother Yan..."
"Stop talking, keep silent because of deep feelings!"
Looking at Yan Lie who ignored Lan Canghai's opinion and directly took out two large wine jars, other people on the field immediately covered their faces, and those who were closer quietly moved their seats in the opposite direction.
"This stupid, brainless guy!"
Yang Jiuxiao criticized the irony in his heart.
Sect Leader Yan's logic for making friends with others is completely unreasonable. It doesn't depend on strength, status, or age, but only on one thing: drinking capacity!
In terms of drinking capacity alone, it may be difficult for everyone to distinguish him, but everyone present is the leader of the first-class power. He usually carries the airs of a senior master. The only one who is willing to accompany this drunkard regardless of his image is Zhengyuan, who shows off his image as a good old man. The head of the sect is in a state of disarray.
"Everyone is here."
Yang Jiuxiao looked up at the entire venue, and finally fixed his gaze on the seat at the top. Yang Jiuxiao couldn't help but look forward to it.
Crisis will also bring opportunities. Perhaps this sudden accident will make him move further into old age?
At this moment, everyone stopped their movements in unison, and their sharp, curious, and scrutinizing eyes converged on the most distinguished seat.
The warm breeze mixed with a bit of coldness wrapped in the pure white snowflakes slowly circled in front of the seats. The combination of the man in white and the old man in gray appeared in everyone's sight.
"Um?"
"..."
Touching the strange man in white standing in front, these eyes instantly turned into deep doubts.
"Everyone, this is our first meeting, so please forgive me for my lack of etiquette."
The man in white smiled and greeted everyone.
The latter and others couldn't help but frown. As the master of Tianlan Hall, Liu Qingyang had naturally dealt with them a lot. He was not an acquaintance but not a stranger either. Obviously, this was not Liu Qingyang.
Such an important meeting itself was initiated by Tianlan Palace. It would be a bit arrogant for the palace leader Liu Qingyang not to attend in person.
However, the other party's unfathomable aura made all the power lords envious of having such a strong person in Tianlan Palace, and at the same time, they also suppressed some dissatisfaction in their hearts.
Even though Yan Lie's character can be called reckless, he just has a bad look in his eyes instead of choosing to be violent.
In the end, Yang Jiuxiao, who was the senior one, coughed slightly and looked at the acquaintance behind the man in white.
"Elder Yang, I wonder which Supreme Being of Tianlan Palace this Excellency is?"
Hearing this, Yang Tian glanced in front of him consciously.
And this action instantly made other people's evaluation of this strange and powerful man rise to a higher level.
For Yang Tian, who is the supreme elder of Tianlan Palace, to act like this, his strength and status are obviously extraordinary!
Yang Tian, who received a positive reply on the other side, did not try to be mysterious and introduced straightforwardly:
"This senior is not my Supreme Master of Tianlan Palace."
"But a strong man from outside the territory."
"The name is Ice Saint!"
One stone stirs up a thousand waves.
"Stronger from outside the territory!"
Yan Lie directly exclaimed, and the reactions of the others were not much better than the other's. Their faces were full of surprise, astonishment, and a trace of worry.
The situation in Tianlan Continent is not a secret to them. If the identity is true, the impact on the other party will be earth-shaking.
The shadows in Lan Canghai's eyes flashed across Zhengyuan Sect's head, and his body tensed unconsciously.
"As expected."
The mysterious strong man that the entire Zhengyuan Sect had been searching for was indeed on the side of Tianlan Palace.
"Then I wonder where Master Liu is now?"
Xiao Han, who was observing everyone's reactions from his seat, immediately looked at the source of the sound, while Yang Tian next to him quickly replied,
"The Palace Master is currently busy with important matters and has entrusted the entire affairs of this conference to the seniors."
"I wonder if Sect Leader Lan still has any questions?"
Lan Canghai still had that kind smile on his face, but now there was a hint of defensiveness in his smile.
"Nothing."
Then his voice suddenly changed,
"Since Hall Master Liu is not here today, this conference...Lan should also come and participate in it another day."
After saying that, Lan Canghai immediately stood up and lifted his legs to leave.
Instantly, a strong sense of crisis enveloped Lan Canghai's whole body, and Gujing Wubo's words came from behind,
"stop!"
(End of chapter)
