Hailan City, the day of the conference.

The girl from the Red Cotton Skills, "Hong'er", followed her father to the venue early.

Unfortunately, because the name of the Red Cotton Sect is not well-known, the position is not very good.

At this time, Hong'er's expression became even paler, as if she was so stuffy and breathless.

"Uncle Master...Little Junior Sister..."

A gentle woman immediately asked for instructions with concern: "But what's wrong?"

"It's okay!"

The middle-aged man looked at his daughter carefully and shook his head: "You have acted the 'Kunming Divine Art' again? You must know that if you use this skill rashly without being able to use it freely, it will be easily retaliated... Many spiritual soldiers will gather here soon, and the evil spirits are full. Hong'er, don't show off your strength..."

"Dad..."

The girl clenched her fists stubbornly: "I...I just don't want to be a useless person."

"Don't worry, this time, we can follow the crowd. You can do it when you see my eyes!"

The middle-aged man waved his hand and smiled bitterly in his heart.

A weak sect can only be a fence-bearer, which is the sorrow of the weak.

“That’s…”

At this time, the girl Hong'er suddenly seemed to sense something, looked in shock in one direction, and her body began to tremble unconsciously.

...

“Huh?”

Qian Huanyi looked at somewhere on the conference stand, thinking about something.

At this time, he was wrapped in a black robe, his breath was extremely restrained, and a strong man was next to him wearing a hat and a burly figure. He was Wansheng Martial Master.

"What happened?"

"It's okay, I just noticed an interesting divine thought, it should be the martial arts of the Red Cotton School!"

A flash of light flashed in Qianhuanyi's eyes: "This divine thought seems to have discovered the hidden things we are waiting for. After all, the magic of spiritual scholars is changing so many times. Occasionally, one or two sects have special abilities, which is not surprising. But this little guy is going to be a little scared."

"What I am even more worried about is that she will leak your and me."

Wan Sheng Wu Zun suppressed the hat: "After all... you and I were invited to come and open our eyes for the ancestor Tianling. Before the dream master appears, you still have to remain hidden in order to have a sudden blow."

"Don't worry, I've seen almost all the magic tricks in the world in the Royal Collection Pavilion. Not only did I fight back slightly, but I also used a hint to the past. At this time, the divine thought person might have fainted and there would be no problem."

Qianhuanyi is confident.

As the former true essence of destiny and now the peak spiritual scholar, he has extensive knowledge of hundreds of schools and his spiritual skills is simply incredible.

"That's good..."

Trust Qian Huanyi very much, Wan Shengwu Zun slowly closed his eyes and stopped talking.

Bang bang!

I don’t know how long it took, accompanied by the sound of a lot of salutes, Zhang Tianling walked into the venue in high spirits.

"Have you met the ancestor!"

Many people from the Tianling Society took the lead in speaking out, just like a wave of sound, oppressing other small and medium-sized sects to follow the example.

"You don't have to be too polite, please get up!"

Zhang Tianling's faint words sounded, and the whole scene was heard from afar, but it was never harsh. It even brought a kind of power to make everyone stand up at the same time.

"Huh? The words follow the Dharma?"

Wan Sheng Wu Zun was shocked, and a solemn look flashed in his eyes: "This Tianling Society, I don't want it to become a climate. How confident are you to take this Tianling Ancestor?"

"Ten percent!"

Qian Huanyi added: "As long as I don't care about being seriously injured and dying together!"

"That's just that I can't be enemies..."

Wan Shengwu Zun was vented.

Even if you search the God Palace, you can't bear the fall of thousands of illusions, and you can't even be seriously injured!

"Let the Tianling Club occupy the East China Sea, it's always better than the Dream Master!"

Qian Huanyi said: "The Martial Alliance has the same view as us, otherwise why should we send people to protect us this time?"

"Indeed, dream master is a great harm to the world!"

Wansheng Wu Zun nodded repeatedly: "We cannot let it rekindle, it is our bottom line!"

"It is reported that Baize Mountain and the Evil Saint Sect came out in full swing this time, and the goal was very small, and they even won over the forces of Jiujue Mountain... But the World Alliance, the latest news just came, Gu Chen actually broke through the air and fled to the big fight..."

Speaking of this, even Qian Huanyi was a little sucked: "The most important thing is that this person was forced to this situation by someone!"

"The existence that can force a former saint to such a level now will definitely not exceed the number of five fingers!"

Wan Sheng Wu Zun also had a head of his jaw and thought of a suspect.

"That Master Jiujue Mountain, who has lost to the Demon Coach in a row, is very suspicious..."

"If this is the case, then it will be great good!" Qian Huanyi's attitude was very clear: "The dream masters are filthy, and this alliance will inevitably be inconsistent with each other and can be defeated."

For them, dreamers kill each other and kill each other, which is something they can't get.

Just as these two people secretly transmitted the message, the ancestor Tianling on the stage also completed today's performance.

This Zhang Tianling is already a handsome talent, and her pair of peach blossom eyes seem to be discharged, which makes many female spiritualists below secretly move.

He was eloquent and compassionate to the point:

"... I was in trouble. I formed the Tianling Association. At first, I just wanted to help myself, and survived the power of Meng Master. Now our spiritual soldiers shoulder the heavy responsibility of the rise and fall of the human race. We must not let the East China Sea suffer the disaster again. If you are willing to be with Tianling, you can go forward, take blood as an alliance, make a vow to heaven, and advance and retreat together from now on. Tianling here guarantees that we will treat everyone equally and impartially!"

"What the ancestor Tianling said is very reasonable!"

As soon as he finished speaking, several small sects responded.

Everyone in the Red Cotton Sect saw that this was the nursery they were looking for, but they all thoughtful.

This slogan is naturally fake, really moving, or the benefits contained in it.

At least, the ancestor Tianling had sent someone to bring a message to the Hongmian Sect before, promising to join, not only will the Taoist throne be retained, but it can also be distributed to a piece of territory!

This is really important for the continuation of the sect.

Therefore, several other sect leaders from small sects came out and loudly announced their surrender.

"It's the general trend!"

The leader of the Red Cotton Sect sighed and was about to take a step forward and complete the oath.

"Ha ha!"

At this moment, a wild laugh suddenly came, and a dreamer Shi Shi walked into the venue.

"Who are you……"

Zhang Tianling was prepared and asked slowly.

"My man Shen Tao is the deputy leader of the Evil Saint Sect!"

Shen Tao reported to his home, which immediately caused a lot of noise.

"This person... is so brave!" The Red Cotton Sect leader was stunned.

In today's world, Dream Master has long become a rat crossing the street. Now that the spiritual sect here gathers, someone suddenly admits his identity as Dream Master and is also the deputy leader of one of the five major forces. It's like adding fuel to the fire.

In fact, if this person had not had the cultivation level of a true spirit scholar, the impatient spiritual sect around him would have pounced on him and dismembered him.

"I wonder if you are here, what will you see?" Zhang Tianling's peach blossom eyes also became cold.

"I just want to ask one question, is it your country belonging to you?" Shen Tao sneered: "I have asked me if I can easily divide it and give it to others?"

"well……"

Zhang Tianling sighed quietly: "You are not qualified to say this kind of thing alone. It seems that the Dream Master Alliance will eventually start a war with us?"

"Where is Bai Ze and the Evil Saint now? Let them get out and die!"

Several powerful people emerged, and their anger almost condensed into substance.

In fact, these are just the Tianling Society's own troops, and there are also experts from the Martial Alliance and the Sou Shen Palace who are secretly taking charge to ensure that there is no accident.

"Bai Ze and the Evil Saint..."

When he mentioned this, Shen Tao's face was a little strange: "I'm afraid you will never see them."

As he said that, he immediately bowed to the other side: "Welcome to Master!"

Many dreamers appeared and saluted grandly, as if they had seen their own gods.

In the suffocating atmosphere, Fang Yuan slowly appeared and walked into the venue.

"Brother Fang..."
To be continued...