Reincarnated in the world of cultivation, the male protagonist and I became brothers

"You guys! Are you discriminating against us ghost cultivators?" As he said that, the big man took out a pair of rattles and pretended to fight.

"Fellow Taoist, calm down and calm down." The elder in charge of the Zhongzhou Conference hurriedly advised, wiping the cold sweat from his head.

There was a man standing in front of the big man, wrapped in a black robe. He raised his hand to signal the big man to stop. The big man snorted coldly and then put the double bells back.

"It's not that I can't participate, it's just that I don't know how the Hundred Ghost Sect is classified..." The elder said, feeling a little unsure.

In fact, it is difficult for him to handle this matter. The Zhongzhou Conference has always been divided into four conference halls, corresponding to alchemy, weapon refining, formations and martial arts competitions. This ghost cultivator sect came suddenly, and ghost cultivators usually bring formations to assist with their skills. Law, that's why he was so entangled, not knowing which venue to assign him to.

All the ghost cultivators looked at each other, and the old voice broke the silence first, "Sir, what do you want?"

Wen Mo thought about it for a moment, then turned to look at the old man, "Which venue is Rong Nian at?"

"Martial arts competition." The elder was stunned for a moment when he heard Rong Nian's name, thinking that this person was not here to seek revenge from Rong Nian.

"Then let's go to the same venue as him." The young man made up his mind and stopped talking to the elder. He turned around and headed to the venue. The elder quickly assigned two disciples to lead the way for this group of black-robed ghost cultivators.

Watching Wen Mo and his entourage go away, the elder always breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't know why this young heir of the Ghost Sect suddenly wanted to attend the Zhongzhou Conference. He had to find someone to make arrangements quickly, and he was in a hurry thinking about it. 's gone.

"Ghost cultivator..." Rong Nian looked along the sound and saw a dark area, with a burly man standing in front of him. The familiar black robe reminded him of that young man.

"Yes, according to the elder in charge, ghost cultivators will also participate in the Zhongzhou Conference this year." Gao Qi quickly explained.

"A ghost cultivator was born? It's really strange." Yangyan Sect Master said with emotion.

"The Hundred Ghost Sect has been quiet for a hundred years. If it comes out again, it will definitely cause a bloody storm." Elder Li sighed.

When Rong Nian heard the word "hundred years", he felt immune to it. After all, he didn't know what happened a hundred years ago.

"Rong Nian." Wen Mo walked up to Rong Nian at some point, startling Rong Nian, and Rong Nian patted his chest and felt relieved.

"Why are you so mysterious?" Rong Nian was also convinced. His way of appearing was really unique.

"Can I go to your place to eat?" Wen Mo was very upright and opened his mouth just to eat.

Rong Nian was helpless, a young man was still a child at heart, "I don't cook, so I'll treat you to a restaurant." Rong Nian thought that the restaurant before was good.

Wen Mo was silent for a while, seeming a little unhappy, but after hearing Rong Nian's treat, he still nodded.

"You are the Rong Nian our young master said." A big man came over after Wen Mo. He was tall and had a long scar extending from his neck to his face.

"Who is this?" Rong Nian looked at the strong man in front of him, not to mention that he felt quite oppressive.

The strong man was very familiar with him. He grabbed Rong Nian's hand and shook it, "My name is Li Yide."

Li Yide smiled so honestly that Rong Nian was infected by his simplicity and shook his hand back to express his understanding.

"Easy to get, don't be rude." The person who came was an old man.

"Everyone, long time no see." The old man saluted in this direction.

"Old Ghost, I thought you had died long ago." Elder Li rarely spoke harshly.

"You haven't gone yet, how dare I sleep alone." Mr. Ghost didn't care at all about the edge in Elder Li's words.

"Gui Lao, how kind is the sect master?" Yang Yan Sect Leader asked.

"It's the same as before." Gui Lao shook his head and said.

"Sir, please follow me and take a seat." Gui Lao asked the two of them to go to the other side and excused himself from the people in front of him.

"Rong Nian, I also want to eat in a restaurant." Li Yide walked far away before he remembered Rong Nian's words about treating guests, and hurriedly caught up with him. Rong Nian smiled and nodded, and Li Yide turned around and got Gui Lao's chest again. , he had no choice but to cover his head and follow behind him silently without saying a word.

But I don’t know what the elder in charge was thinking. He actually arranged the positions of ghost cultivators and Buddhists together. There was a bit of low pressure on both sides. He was also a talent.

After a long farce, the Zhongzhou Conference officially opened. Rong Nian looked at the high platform and where the master of Baming Pavilion was going, and began to deliver his speech.

Listening to his speech, Rong Nian felt like he was back in high school, which was similar to the principal's flag-raising speech.

After he finished speaking, the highlight seemed to come, and everyone around him watched with bated breath.

Bei Yixin wore a golden coat today, with a solemn expression, and his amber eyes looked at the crowd below, as if a god had descended.

Someone below brought him a golden bowl. He put his hand into the bowl, his expression unchanged. After he finished soaking, he was handed a brocade box in front of him. He stretched out his hand and took out the thing, which was a golden leaf branch.

He drew some words in front of him, and the golden light reflected above him. He stretched out his hand and clasped the golden branch on his head. Suddenly the golden light scattered, and the golden leaves came into the hands of the leaders.

"Zhongzhou Changshun." Everyone around them closed their eyes and muttered silently. Only Rong Nian and Zhao Wuyuan opened their eyes. In an instant, the unreal feeling surged into their hearts, but Rong Nian couldn't catch it.

When everything was over and Bei Yixin was helped off the stage, the conference officially began.

Rong Nian watched Elder Li carefully collect the gold leaf. Rong Nian was a little curious as to what kind of treasure it was that he should treasure it like this.

"Elder Li, what is this?" Rong Nian asked.

"A kind of comfort. It is said that keeping it in the sect can keep you safe." Elder Li said with a smile.

Rong Nian didn't expect that this thing was actually something like a peace charm. Although it was a peace charm, it was very cherished.

"Bei Yixin is the only cabinet disciple of Baming Pavilion in a hundred years. Things contaminated by his divination skills are naturally hard to find." Yangyan Sect Master added.

At this moment, Rong Nian also understood that it was equivalent to collecting a famous painting.

"Even if it is sold, no one would dare to buy it. This is a symbol of a hundred years of peace." Elder Li said with a smile.

"That's true." Yangyan Sect Master looked at the golden leaf and carefully put it into his arms.

Rong Nian felt a little emotional. Even if he embarked on the path of cultivating immortals, he still looked forward to prosperity and relied on external forces.

"Little friend Rong, are you going to watch the sect disciples compete?" Elder Li invited, and he planned to go and inspect.

"No need, you can grow old." After receiving the response, Elder Li took Gao Qi away.

Rong Nian had his own plan. He was going to follow Zhao Wuyin every step of the way to watch his competition.

"Wuyuan, where is your venue?" Rong Nian turned around and asked.

"East." Baming Pavilion issued a token to each disciple. Through this token, you can know your own competition venue, time and opponent. I have to say that the arrangement is very reasonable.

Here, Zhao Wuyin and Rong Nian were getting ready to leave. Qu Jin had been staring at Rong Nian for a long time. Seeing that he was about to leave, he wanted to speak, but was held back by the head of the Yang Yan Sect.

"Dad, I'm going to talk to Senior Rong." Qu Jin said coquettishly.

"No, I don't know what you have in mind yet. That's not someone you can covet. Let's go with daddy." Yang Yan Sect Master pulled Na Qu Jin away in the opposite direction. Na Qu Jin could only look at Rong Rong bitterly. Year away.