Holy Son is too loud

In the past few days, after some discussions, it was finally determined that a total of 32 sects will participate in the Sword Discussion Conference.

As for the promotion system adopted by the Discussion of Swords Conference, 32 sects need to draw lots to compete in pairs, and the winner will advance to the next round.

Until the end, the final winner is determined.

"it is good."

Qin Changge nodded.

night.

In a hall of the palace.

All 32 sects sent representatives to participate in the lottery ceremony. These disciples gathered together and looked at each other, creating an atmosphere of tension.

"I don't know, who will win this time in the Sword Discussion Conference?"

"The last winner was Xuanzhen Sect."

"Yes, the leader of Xuanzhen Sect this time is Li Mingxuan, No.4 on the list of talents."

"Li Mingxuan, it is said that this person's strength is already close to the Nascent Soul Realm. It seems that they are likely to win this time in the Sword Discussion Conference."

In the main hall, someone was discussing in a low voice.

Among them, the name Li Mingxuan appeared the most, and was almost considered by everyone to be the strongest person in this Sword Discussion Conference.

"Not always."

At this time, someone said with a smile: "I heard that this time, a dark horse has come to the Sword Discussion Conference."

Everyone's heart moved.

"You mean, in the Zizai Sect, Qin Changge, the holy son of the Zizai Sect who is known as the reincarnation of the sword fairy?!"

"Yes, it is this person."

"Although the Zizai Sect is one of the four major sects of the Dagan Dynasty, except for one Liu Xuanfeng, there are not many outstanding young disciples these years, and there is a tendency to be out of touch. The rumors of the reincarnation of the sword fairy are not true. Qin Chang Song...maybe it might really be a dark horse."

"I heard that this person wrote a poem a few days ago, which made him very popular."

"Writing poetry? I cultivate immortals and seek longevity. What's the use of asking for such flashy things?"

There was a lot of discussion.

"That's right. I heard that Ye Tianyi from Zizaimen was seriously injured by Huang Shijie from Tianleimen today. I haven't seen Qin Changge come out on top. Maybe it's just a false name."

Someone else talked about what happened today.

Speaking of this, everyone looked at Huang Shijie in the crowd. The other party was the person who came to draw lots on behalf of Tianleimen.

"I heard that Daoist Huang's cultivation has reached the late stage of Jindan, it's amazing, I admire it."

"Fellow Daoist Huang, please be merciful if you meet me at the conference."

Everyone complimented each other.

Tianleimen has risen rapidly over the years, and has a faint tendency to become the fifth sect.

And Huang Shijie is also a rookie of the younger generation of Dagan, No.18 on the list of talents, with a bright future, no wonder everyone respects him so much.

Huang Shijie was flattered by everyone, and suddenly felt a sense of euphoria. He smiled lightly, "You are welcome, my cultivation level is still far away."

"Oh, you also know that you are still far away?"

At this time, an indifferent voice came from outside the door.

I saw a young man in white clothes, with an ancient white jade sword hanging from his waist, walking slowly.

The young man had sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, and there was a silver-white sword mark on his forehead, which seemed to reveal an extraordinary charm, adding a bit of sharpness to the other party.

"Qin Changge!"

Huang Shijie looked at the person and narrowed his eyes slightly, "What do you mean by that?"

"It's not interesting. If you really know that you are far behind, then please clamp your tail, and you will almost go to the sky."

Qin Changge said lightly.

"Is he the reincarnation of the Sword Immortal? It seems that he is indeed extraordinary."

"Tsk, the other party seems to be a bit arrogant."

"Nonsense, Huang Shijie injured his junior brother, can he have a good face?"

Everyone looked at Qin Changge and Huang Shijie, looking like they were watching a good show.

When Huang Shijie heard Qin Changge's words, a ray of lightning flashed in his eyes, "Qin Changge, do you want to fight me here?"

"You, dare?" Qin Changge said lightly.

Young people are full of vigor.

In addition, under the watchful eyes of everyone, even if Huang Shijie didn't know Qin Changge's details, he had no choice but to act.

Otherwise, you will lose face.

But just when he was about to start, a voice sounded, "Stop!"

Outside the door, Kong Yun, the priest of the dynasty, came in, "If you want to fight, there are plenty of opportunities in the Sword Discussion Conference, and now you are not allowed to do it here."

Huang Shijie glanced at his mouth, "You're lucky."

"Ah."

Qin Changge chuckled, looked at the other party, "Treasure the few time you have to be arrogant."

He didn't say any more.

After Kong Yun stopped the two of them, he took out a wooden box from the storage ring and said calmly, "Now let's draw lots."

Everyone stepped forward one by one.

The lottery Qin Changge drew was number two.

And the one who got the No. [-] lottery like him was a young man with an iron sword on his back.

After seeing the lottery among Qin Chang's singers, the young man showed a wry smile on his face, "I really got one to sign."

He is the representative of Iron Sword Sect, and his name is Zhao Wusheng.

Tiejianmen was quite well-known in the Dagan Dynasty, and its suzerain was a master of Nascent Soul Realm, but it was far behind Zizaimen.

"Please teach me more."

Qin Changge glanced at the young man and said lightly, then turned and left.

After returning, he informed everyone of the lottery result.

"Unfortunately, it's not the Thunder Gate."

There was a coldness in Liu Xuanfeng's eyes.

"Don't worry, there are plenty of opportunities, as long as they don't get eliminated so quickly." Qin Changge said.

the next day.

On the palace square, various sects gathered.

The Sword Discussion Conference officially begins.

No.16 Chapter Jinyu Manlou Immortal Drunk

"His Majesty is here!"

A sharp voice sounded.

A middle-aged man dressed in a golden robe with a canopy on his head and surrounded by a dozen court ladies and eunuchs walked slowly.

This man, who walks like a dragon and walks like a tiger, has an extraordinary appearance. He is the current emperor of the Daqian Dynasty, Gongsun Qing!

The Daqian Dynasty can also be regarded as a practice of Taoism. People in the royal family, but those who have spiritual roots, can practice. It is said that the contemporary emperor Gongsun Qing is a rare cultivation genius among the emperors of all dynasties. He has reached the peak of Jindan, and he is only one step away from entering the Nascent Soul realm.

Even, if it weren't for the busy state affairs, he would already be a Nascent Soul now.

"I have seen the king."

After seeing Gongsun Qing, many sect elders saluted.

The other party is not only a cultivator whose cultivation base is not inferior to theirs, but also the king of a country, the son of heaven on earth.

"Ha, fellow Taoists, you don't have to be polite. I'm also a practitioner. Many of you have cultivation levels that are still higher than mine. You can be regarded as my seniors."

Gongsun Qing smiled lightly.

"Your Majesty is very kind."

"Your Majesty is the honor of the Ninth Five-Year Plan. How dare we compare ourselves to His Majesty."

After everyone was polite, the competition officially started.

"Today seems to be a competition between the Yuxiao Sect and the Yunlan Sect."

Murong Yao took out a match list and said.

"Well, I heard that there is Nalan Yunfeng in the Misty Cloud Sect, his cultivation level is not bad, he seems to have reached the golden core stage, and he is No. 30 on the list of talents." Liu Xuanfeng said.

Beside, Qin Changge's heart moved, "By the way, I haven't asked, Xuanfeng, where do you rank on the list of talents?"

"No. 11."

Liu Xuanfeng smiled lightly.

"Seven ranks higher than Huang Shijie?"

"Holy Son, the most difficult person in Tianlei Sect is not Huang Shijie, but their Holy Son, Lei Tianyi, who ranks ninth on the talent list!"

Speaking of Lei Tianyi, Liu Xuanfeng's eyes showed a solemn look.

"Ninth, Senior Brother Liu, are you confident that you have won the other party?" Murong Yao seemed a little worried.

"Although the ranking reflects strength to a certain extent, it is not absolute. You can only know who is stronger after you have played." Liu Xuanfeng smiled lightly.

"That's right, like Shengzi, who didn't make it to the list of talents, but how many of them are opponents of Shengzi?"

Several people communicated.

And the competition between Yunlanzong and Yuxiaozong has already started.

The competition of immortal cultivators was full of tricks and various spells. Qin Changge was a little dazzled, but he lacked interest.

The cultivation bases of the two contestants in this arena are too low.

It's just that in the early stage of foundation establishment, no matter how gorgeous the spell is, it's just a show, and he can kill it in seconds with a single sword strike.

The group arena is a best-of-five rounds system.

After most of the day, after a "very intense" competition, the Misty Cloud Sect finally won.

Go back to your residence.

Qin Changge asked lightly: "How many days are we fighting Tie Jianmen?"

"The seventh day."

Murong Yao glanced at the match list and said.

"Well, okay, I won't watch the next competition, Tie Jianmen, I believe you should be able to handle it." He looked at Liu Xuanfeng and said.

"nature."

Liu Xuanfeng smiled faintly.

For the next time, except for eating and sleeping, Qin Changge spent the rest of the time in his room practicing.

a few days later.

Qin Changge sat cross-legged on the bed, and the magic power in his body circulated for several days.

Suddenly.

He opened his eyes suddenly, and the spiritual energy around him poured into his body in an instant like a hundred rivers returning to the sea.

outside the door.

Liu Xuanfeng and the others just finished their competition with Tie Jianmen and came back victorious.