Although the messenger was loyal to Huang Hao, his grievances over the past few days still caused him to be treated angryly by everyone.

More importantly, because it was instructed by Huang Hao, the messenger, who had the ability to turn his hands and exterminate everyone, did not dare to make any moves, and could only endure everyone's fists with tears in his eyes.

Fortunately, everyone also knew that the messenger was already considered his own, and he had a sense of action. He just beat the messenger to a bruised nose and swollen face and then gave up.

"Young Master!"

The messenger with a bruised nose and swollen face bowed and stood in front of Huang Hao, with aggrieved face, waiting for Huang Hao's instructions.

"Since you are already mine, I will not treat you badly if you do it well." Huang Hao looked at the messenger lightly and said, "It's still the same sentence. As long as you do it well, it is possible that I will cancel your oath constraints in the future."

"Yes, young master!" The messenger was as well-behaved as a little white rabbit.

"Tell me about the Tianlei Conference," Huang Hao said lightly.

"Yes, young master!" The messenger nodded and then slowly began to tell.

On the side, Luo Chenxi kept listening quietly, and then her mood became aroused.

The galaxy in the red clouds is a lucky galaxy, where there is a space crack. No one knows where that space crack leads to. From ancient times to the present, countless powerful people have wanted to explore that space crack, but all of them fell before that space crack.

This space crack seems to be a place of a Jedi. Even the strongest people in several super galaxies dare not easily get involved.

But this is another blessed place.

Every ten thousand years, thousands of thunder will be released from this space crack. Those thunders destroy the world, and even the strong Immortal King cannot touch it lightly. However, there are some special thunder powers in those thunders. The thunder powers are not powerful, but there is a ray of thunder source.

Ordinary people naturally cannot collect the power of the origin of thunder. Only practitioners who have practiced thunder skills can take it for themselves. If a lucky person can absorb it, it will be a great opportunity.

Once, a thunder-type practitioner in the realm of human immortals mistakenly entered the Heavenly Thunder Conference. By chance, a wisp of the original power of thunder was collected and refined, and overnight he jumped from a small human immortal to become the Immortal Lord, and was cited as a legend.

Therefore, every time the Sky Thunder Conference is opened, it is a feast for thunder-type practitioners. Especially those thunder-type practitioners who have been unable to break through their strength for a long time, they are even more eager for the Sky Thunder Conference.

However, if you want to participate in the Sky Thunder Conference, there are quotas. Most of the quotas are controlled by various forces in the Xuanyuan galaxy, the upper galaxy of the Red Cloud Galaxy, and the local forces in the Red Cloud Galaxy only have a small number of quotas. As the organizer of the Sky Thunder Conference, the Hongyun galaxy Thunder Hall has most of this small number of quotas.

However, the Thunder Hall of the galaxy in the Red Cloud did not monopolize these quotas, but instead took out a part of the quotas to win over the genius disciples of the Thunder Hall in the other galaxies.

This is why this messenger appears here.

"I have ten places on my hands. If my wife wants to participate, it will be just a matter of my words." The messenger said confidently.

Huang Hao nodded and asked lightly: "We have all wanted ten places."

"Young Master, this is impossible!" The messenger immediately smiled bitterly and said, "In fact, before coming to the Ancient River Galaxy, I had already walked through several galaxies, and there were only two quotas left in my hands. If I grab those allocated quotas, it would inevitably cause the rebound of the Thunder Hall..."

"Then, we will give the remaining two places." Huang Hao also knew the difficulties of the messenger, so he did not make any difficulties. He just ordered lightly: "There is one in the morning and one in the morning!"

"Ah?" The messenger was stunned and hesitated for a long time before he said meaningfully: "Young Master, if you want to go to the galaxy in the Red Clouds, you don't need a quota. Although there is a quota limit for the thunder conference that day, it is not a restriction for those who participated in collecting the origin of Thunder. There is no such restriction for visiting around."

"What if that's the case?" Huang Hao said with a smile, and then he stretched out his hand and a purple thunder appeared on his palm.

The purple thunder condensed but did not dissipate, like a long sword pointing to the sky, as if it would break through the sky at any time, tearing a huge gully into the sky.

"Young Master, are you also a thunder-type martial art practitioner?" The messenger looked at the thunder power in Huang Hao's hand, and his eyes suddenly shone with golden light and said with great joy.

"Not bad!" Huang Hao closed his palms, dissipated the purple thunder, and said with a chuckling, "I might get a place?"

"Yes, that's great!" The messenger said happily: "Not to mention that there is still a lot of places, even if there is no place, I will create a place for the young master."

Huang Hao deeply forgot the messenger's glance and felt very satisfied.

It can be seen that this guy is really happy for himself.

"Young Master, there are still ten years left for the Heavenly Thunder Conference. I have made an appointment with those people to meet in two years and then go to the galaxy in the Red Clouds together." The messenger explained.

"Okay, before that, you will also tell me some of the situations in the galaxy in the red clouds." Huang Hao nodded, as if he agreed.

...

For practitioners, two years are like a blink of an eye, and it is like a blink of an eye.

In a blink of an eye, a two-year period is about to come.

Now Huang Hao is no longer in the Thunder Hall, but has returned to the base of the Ice Moon Star Red Flag.

During this period, under Huang Hao's personal planning, Bingyuexing's Red Flag Station was rebuilt. Feng Xiu improved the original Bingyue Sect's Protective Array, which greatly improved the power of Hongqi's Protective Array, and was even no less than the original Wanhua League's Protective Array.

What’s more important is that after more than a year of running-in, under the training of Kong Siyuan’s own team, the cultivators in the True Immortal Realm brought by Huang Hao have completely been drilled into a team with terrifying combat power. With the cooperation of the battle formation, even if they are against the strong men in the early stage of the Immortal Lord, they can still win.

As this team was trained well, Hongqi truly became a safe haven.

The two-year period is getting closer and closer. As the days of leaving are not long before, a fairy ship of Tianbao level flew over the red flag.

At this moment, Huang Hao, who was originally calm, suddenly felt a throbbing in his heart, and then his body appeared in front of the fairy ship.
Chapter completed!