The bright spring light spread into the backyard of the inn. Lu Chen put on his cloak that he had prepared in the morning. The night before, he heard the advice of Luo Xingyan and others, and he changed his face a little. He was supposed to be a masculine young man, but he suddenly turned into a white-faced scholar with an ordinary appearance, and even the cloak was changed to white.

Zuo Qinghan, Murong Yuxi and others were in the stairs. When they heard the sound of the room, they looked back and couldn't help but be stunned. In fact, Lu Chen asked Zuo Qinghan to tell him something last night that he had the intention of changing his appearance. Zuo Qinghan and others didn't understand Lu Chen's meaning, so they didn't ask. As for Qingyun, Lan Yu and the other two had no right to interfere with Lu Chen's nature. On the other hand, for this uncle of the junior master who has always had no sense of protection for the sect, maybe he appeared in a different face, and the two thought it was good... At least, if this kid made a joke, he would definitely not be able to lose the face of Gan Yumen...

Zuo Qinghan was slightly stunned, and the black hair hanging from his ears began to sway with his smile as he leaned forward and backward. His small mouth covered by smooth jade hands giggled and laughed laughing: "Brother, why is your face so white?"

Murong Yuxi was also laughing, and her little mouth was shaking constantly, and she could not help laughing. Lu Chen glanced at the former, then raised his head and raised his chest and said, "How is it, brother, I am still a Yushu Linfeng."

"I have seen shameless people, but I have never seen such shameless people." Qingyun and Lan Yu turned their heads one after another, and even Wang He didn't want to take a look.

Zuo Qinghan patted her lower abdomen and stammered: "Yes...yes...my brother is the most casual. Hehe..."

"Okay, stop laughing." Fortunately, Lu Chen still knew that his reputation was not as good as Nan Xingchen's monster-like figure. He immediately walked up to Zuo Qinghan's ear and whispered: "I've said it, girl, don't use Qiu Ning sword, understand?"

Zuo Qinghan's little head was furious and whispered: "I know."

Qingyun was a little impatient, snorted coldly, and said tepidly: "Registration has begun. The Immortal Meeting will be held in another half an hour. Let's go quickly."

After reminding him, Lu Chen realized that the originally lively courtyard seemed a little calm. He guessed that the monks had gathered at Xiaonanling. He left at this time, and it was already a late party.

"Walk……"

Someone waved his hand and led the team forward and left Jinglian Tower...

...

Affected by the weather, the sky above Xiaonanling was covered with dark clouds, and sometimes purple-blue lightning appeared in the clouds, causing thrilling thunder.

“Wow~”

The rain was not heavy, but it was not small. It sprinkled from the horizon and covered the dozens of miles of Xiaonanling with a thick layer of fog.

Although the climate is harsh, it may not be able to resist the competitive spirit of the monks. After coming out of the inn, the dense crowds of people at the foot of the mountain in the distance made Lu Chen and his party amazed.

"Hundreds of people? Bastards, at least thousands of people. How could there be so many people?" The group of people and others showed a faint magic fluctuation, and all kinds of colors appeared, making them look colorful. The pure magic power real energy evaporated before the rain fell, and the evaporated smoke disappeared by the smoke from the evaporated breath. Slight white mist slowly flew up, mixed with the thick fog, making the vision even more blurred...

Lu Chen spitted and curled his lips with complaints. He met Luo Xingyan and others by chance in the night before. After a long time of communication, Lu Chen also learned that many people from major sects came here this time. These people reported that the sects came here to attend the grand event as their personal identities. Although that was the case, with a unity attitude, the cultivators from all major sects still formed a group. Luo Xingyan and others finally returned to the sect without being punished. It is impossible to walk with Lu Chen as a casual cultivator at this time.

Lu Chen could understand this point, for example, he naturally had to go to the immortal meeting with Zuo Qinghan, Murong Yuxi and Wang He who never looked down on him and had to help him.

The little girl had been dizzy by the bustling crowd. She just followed Lu Chen with her own support. When the few people walked forward quickly, the registration process was over.

"What a big battle, the number of people participating this time actually reached nearly a thousand."

"Yes, there were only a few hundred people in the last session, but this time it was almost a thousand people. Tsk tsk, it seems that there will be no fewer experts this time, so you must be careful."

The chattering sounds around seemed to gather into a sea of ​​sounds, far more irritating than the thunder that ran through the sky. No one left because of the heavy rain slowly became heavy, but no one left because of this bad weather. On the contrary, perhaps because of the climate or the noises all over the mountains, the thousands of monks were excited and were in a strife to compete with the sky...

"A audition, 93 people have to be selected from thousands of people. When will it be chosen?" Lu Chen looked at the dense crowd, listened to the boiling noise and said in amazement.

Qingyun's eyes were solemn and continued without looking back: "This audition is a group battle. All the registered contestants decide several groups by drawing lots and pass the mark within the specified time. The winner enters the next round. Moreover, in this group battle, no one's life is guaranteed. I heard that the one hundred years ago, the number of people who died alone reached hundreds."

"Hundreds of people?" Lu Chen wiped his cold sweat as he heard this.

"Yeah." Lan Yu nodded solemnly.

"How many Qiankun bags do you have?" Lu Chen's eyes began to shine, and he was almost drooling.

When everyone heard this, they all despised Lu Chen in their hearts: This bad species still has the heart to rob the family at this time?

Ignoring Lu Chen, Lan Yu turned around and said, "You go, remember, be careful, no matter when, don't cause trouble."

There is an empty space at the foot of Xiaonanling. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a square, but this square is much larger than the Yuning Hall Square. Looking up, it is hundreds of meters long and long, enough to accommodate nearly 10,000 (5) people.

More than ten meters in front of the open space, there were more than ten foundation-building masters carrying flying swords standing on both sides of the mountain. Each of them held a blue-white jade ruler and slightly closed their eyes. The same green jade plaque on their waists was engraved with a hill-shaped jade plaque. It was the symbol of the law enforcement monks who maintained order in the Immortal Society. The formation of dozens of foundation-building masters was extremely impressive. As the formation of nearly thirty people stood up, a huge magic array emitting green light blocked all the monks participating in the Immortal Society.

The Dongzhou Immortal Society was mixed with people, and the seven major Immortal Sects could not ignore them. So they set rules long before the start of the Immortal Society: Once the Immortal Society starts, they should not fight privately. Otherwise, they would definitely be expelled from the Immortal Society law enforcement team to maintain the peace and order of the Immortal Society.

Behind the magic circle, three old men stood in the air, and they didn't need any flying swords and magic weapons to control the air. They were obviously powerful people who had reached the Golden Elixir stage. The three of them looked cold and stared at the junior elites under them, silently, as if they were waiting for something.

The boiling noise was not until a colorful light flashed across the hillside of Xiaonanling. Everyone looked up and saw a person flying from the sword among the colorful lights. This man held a white jade slip three feet square in his hand and calmly rushed to the three old men with the Golden Pill stage. He bowed deeply first, then handed the jade slip forward and retreated respectfully.

One of the old men in a gray long gown took the white jade slip, looked at it, and nodded. At this time, the monks in the open space had stopped their voices, so they knew that the Immortal Society was about to begin...
Chapter completed!