The next morning, there was no cloud in the secret realm.
Atop each sword peak, ten-thousand-foot-high banners were planted, swaying in the wind, making a rustling sound. Amidst this rustling sound, Zuo Dao and his companions proudly stood on their respective sword peaks.
Falcons surrounded the mountain, all waiting for Ye Tian to come out.
In front of the Immortal Sword Hall, on the square, a series of sword platforms had been erected. On each of these platforms stood a disciple of the Ancient Sect.
Kaoshan Sect, Hengshui Sect, Blue Moon Sect, Cilin Sect, Wanting Sect, etc.
These people were all standing on the sword platform, they all closed their eyes and waited for the cultivation conference to begin.
…
Ye Tian walked out of the hall.
He looks like a teenager, wearing Chinese sportswear, with a five-pointed star on his right chest.
Ye Tian looked very handsome today, and one could even say that he had the strength of a young man, which made Zuo Dao and others want to worship him when they saw him.
"Master, is this what you're wearing?"
Zuo Daotong still reminded Ye Tian that this was a cultivation conference, and those people from the ancient sects were all wearing spiritual clothes with spiritual patterns on them, just like ancient costumes.
Ye Tian was dressed simply, just like a student.
“That’s it!”
"Is it not good?"
Ye Tian smiled brilliantly, and Zuo Daotong dared not say anything bad. Even if Ye Tian was wearing beggar's clothes, he was still his master.
"well!"
Lan Shen stood by and sighed.
Ye Tian gave Lan Shen a sidelong look and said to him, "If you're not going to the sword arena, why are you here?"
"Young Master Ye, I lost. There's nothing I can do. Wherever Elder Zuo is, I will be there." Lan Shen had no choice. He had finally become a weapon refiner, but was defeated by Ye Tian.
"Everyone else, have they gone?"
"It's all over, except you."
When Ye Tian heard this, he looked towards the direction of the Immortal Sword Hall and took a step into the air.
“Whoosh!”
The divine eagle came, Ye Tian stepped on the divine eagle and headed towards the Immortal Sword Hall.
“Follow Master!”
Zuo Daotong roared, and the divine eagles rose again from the top of the cliff. These divine eagles were all raised by Ye Tian using holy leaves and could be ridden by everyone.
Lan Shen was shocked again. It was the first time he saw dozens of huge eagles taking off into the sky.
"No, what about me?"
Lan Shen realized that the group had left without him.
"You are too bullying me. I am also a weapon refiner!" Lan Shen roared, tears about to flow.
At this time, at the entrance of the Immortal Sword Hall, Wan Jianshan was also standing on the sword platform, being questioned by Meng Ke.
"Master Wan, everyone is here, why aren't we starting yet?"
Meng Ke still stood with his hands behind his back, his two disciples looking at the others, all of whom bowed their heads. Many ancient sects had secretly obeyed Xuelin.
Mencius came yesterday, and these people changed their attitudes and followed Mencius.
Xuelin had a gloomy face, but Qin Wuji looked at Meng Ke indifferently without saying a word.
Wan Jianshan and others also looked at Meng Ke, and then looked into the distance.
"Master Wan, what do you mean?"
Meng Ke shouted again, and this time, Nian Qingyun also spoke.
"Everyone is here, let's get started. Does your Immortal Sword Sect have any conspiracy or trickery?"
“Wow!”
Nian Qingyun is just a disciple, how dare he question Wan Jianshan like this?
"presumptuous!"
Tai Lai and the others naturally shouted angrily, but Nian Qingyun just smiled, a sincere smile like Meng Ke.
Another disciple, Tu Chen, was also laughing, but it was a sneer.
Wan Jianshan still didn't say anything, just looked at Meng Ke.
Seeing that Wan Jianshan remained silent, Meng Ke turned to look at Xuelin and Qin Wuji and said, "Sect Masters, don't you want to talk? I can tell from your expressions that you seem to know something."
"This conference is not targeting our Kunpeng Ancient Sect, right?"
Meng Ke said it directly, which once again aroused discussion among the crowd.
Xuelin had a cold face, but she actually laughed strangely.
"Meng Ke, if it's a target, it should be our Hengshui Ancient Sect that convenes the meeting."
"Unfortunately, it's not us!"
Xuelin’s meaning was very clear. She had a grudge against the Kunpeng Divine Sect, and she would definitely take action against Zhu Kunpeng.
"Haha, so it's the Immortal Sword Sect?"
Seeing Xuelin like this, Meng Ke glanced at Qin Wuji, but Qin Wuji didn't say anything. Meng Ke always felt that something was wrong and was about to say something again.
The wind blew through the Immortal Sword Hall, and then the earth dragon under Meng Ke's feet suddenly roared.
"Xiaotu!"
Nian Qingyun and Tu Chen both shouted, asking Tulong to calm down.
Unfortunately, the earth dragon couldn't remain calm at all, it felt the powerful energy.
The wind continued to blow, and then everyone looked back again, and a huge eagle circled out from under the cliff.
A young man in white was facing everyone with a faint smile.
Following this young man were more divine eagles, and on these divine eagles were disciples of the Immortal Sword Sect.
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