Fighting the ice saint of Xiao clan

Chapter 478 The Eve of the Conference
The strong "invitation" of the Tianlan Palace has stirred up the situation in the Tianlan Continent. No matter what attitude they hold towards the Tianlan Palace, all forces have unanimously started preparations to guard against the former, and time quietly passed by in this turbulent situation.

On this day, Mingwang City, which was already at the core of Tianlan Continent, was more crowded and lively than before.

On the high platform in the center of King Ming City, two rows of seats are facing each other. The gray-white stone material looks a bit heavy.

In particular, this conference was initiated by the mysterious and powerful force of Tianlan Palace. Naturally, the hearts of everyone in Wulan were covered with seeds of doubt, and various speculations gathered in their hearts.

At this time when the crowd is gathering, it is natural that many people with a heart for the world cannot avoid exchanging so-called "insider" information with each other.

"This is the first time our Tianlan Continent has been so lively for so many years!" There was a sudden exclamation from the crowd.

As soon as this remark came out, it attracted the approval of everyone around him.

The first-class forces have their own spheres of influence, and they rarely meet under normal circumstances, let alone such a moment when all the people gather, there is no problem in calling it a grand event.

Some people echoed: "After all, it is the invitation sent by the first force, and other forces must give face."

Then tsk tsk,

"However, the Tianlan Temple only invited first-class and above forces. I don't know what kind of changes this conference will bring to the situation in the mainland."

Hearing this, many people bowed their heads in silence, their eyes dimmed, as did the spies of other non-inviting forces in the crowd.

There were only a few figures with indifferent expressions, and the aura they exuded cleared a spacious open space around them.

Up to now, everyone knows that there is some kind of unknown attempt hidden behind this extraordinary conference.

The participating forces accounted for more than two-thirds of the high-end combat power in Tianlan Continent, and any slight ups and downs in it could set off turbulent waves in the entire continent.

As a player in the game, the only thing that a person or force with insufficient power can do is to pray that this storm will not harm Chi Yu.

Only those strong men who are extremely confident in their own strength are the ones who can truly keep the sky from falling and be as safe as Mount Tai.

At this time, an untimely voice sounded,

"Shouldn't the Tianlan Palace prepare to unify the Tianlan Continent?"

"Ok?"

One after another cold light came directly.

"Ahaha, I just said it casually, you don't have to worry."

Noticing many unfriendly gazes, the speaker immediately smiled and said.

"How is that possible? After all, other forces are not vegetarians either."

After the eyes of the crowd dissipated slightly, this person slowly merged into the crowd and gradually receded towards the periphery.

Regarding the departure of the former, the others did not care much, and the words of the former did not stir up much ripples in their hearts.

In the minds of everyone, even though the Tianlan Palace is the only one family, there is no possibility of becoming an enemy of the entire continent. However, the haze that hangs over the conference is becoming more and more dignified and profound.

"Boom~"

"Boom~"

"Boom~"

"..."

At noon, a melodious bell made the crowd that had calmed down a little noisy again. They looked past the dazzling sunlight and looked at the bright silk threads on the horizon.

Bright as gold, scorching as fire, as cold as the moon, as white as snow...

When the "silk thread" got closer, the figures of representatives from various companies came into view, which aroused bursts of exclamation.

However, at this time, the former did not pay attention to the eyes of others, but firmly locked on to his opponent, tossing and turning in the air, scrambling to be the first, and a terrifying collision erupted between the light and shadow, and this kind of battle descended on the high platform.

"boom!"

"call out!"

"puff!"

"..."

A distinctive figure appeared on the stone chair, and the cursing voice sounded first,

"Old man Yang, just wait, next time I will definitely break your old bones."

The vulgar words did not make everyone displeased or confused, but instead made people take it for granted, because the other party was Yan Lie, the suzerain of the Baoyan Sect, the man who claimed to be "I" forever.

As for the person he called Old Bones, he was a thin old man with almost no breath, who would even make people worry that he would tremble and fall down after taking two steps.

However, whoever knows the other party's identity will not really regard him as a helpless old man.

On the contrary, in terms of strength alone, perhaps this old man is the real No. 1 in the Tianlan Continent.

Yang Jiuxiao, the suzerain of Taiyue Sect, enters the body with arrays, the only Nine Palace Realm body refiner in Tianlan Continent, the existence who can collapse mountains with his fists and split the ground with his feet is waiting for me, and is also one of the most experienced powerhouses in Tianlan Continent.

Regarding Yan Lie's ruthless words, Yang Jiuxiao just smiled, calmly took out a teacup from his hand, and tasted it leisurely.

What is the pattern of the old-timers?

This is!
Little baby, you can't do it!

"Old man Yang..."

Although he didn't say a word the whole time, Yan Lie still felt a faint contempt, he was underestimated!

However, someone unilaterally exported, and a certain old man drank tea easily...

Leaving aside the hilarious exchange between the two, the most eye-catching thing is the conversation on the other side.

A person dressed in white is better than snow, and the translucent white gauze covered the imaginative flourishing face, his dark eyes casually swept over Yan Lie who was cursing, paused for a moment, then closed his eyes and meditated, without saying a word, his temperament Floating out of the dust, like a fairy in the clouds.

The other person is wearing a water-blue long dress, petite, like a girl who has not grown up, watching the farce on the field with clear eyes full of smiles, playing with the emerald hairpin in his hand, and showing lightness and enthusiasm in his gestures. Smart, like an elf who has just entered the world.

"Sister Qiu, guess how long that guy Yan Lie can hold on today?"

Suddenly, the girl asked with a smile to the lady in white beside her.

Sister Baiyi is the lord of Qingyun Palace, her name is Qiu Hanxue.

Hearing this familiar title, Qiu Hanxue opened her eyes, a trace of helplessness flashed in her eyes, and she corrected her routinely:
"Sect Master Ling, in such a formal occasion, don't call him casual."

She has given up the idea of ​​changing the address of the other party and continues to lower her bottom line.

Linglong, the patriarch of the Yuyi Sect, is recognized as a person who is not old at heart. Who would have thought that this appearance and behavior that completely fit the characteristics of a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl turned out to be an "old man" over a thousand years old?
Even though her mind is indifferent, Qiu Hanxue still feels a little uncomfortable when she is called "sister" by such a person.

However, just as Qiu Hanxue guessed, Linglong skillfully ignored the former's prompt,

"Sister Qiu, I'll talk about this later, you talk about them first."

The referents of "they" were extremely clear, Qiu Hanxue subconsciously looked at Yan Lie who had not stopped, her tone was mixed with subtle dislike,
"If there is no accident, it will probably take half an hour to calm down."

Hearing this, Linglong squinted and smiled,

"I guess an hour this time."

The collision between Yan Lie and Yang Jiuxiao has always been accompanied by the former's long-term language output, breaking the bottom line of everyone's cognition time and time again.

"An hour?"

Qiu Hanxue, who was completely brought into the Linglong rhythm, looked up at the sky, shook her head and said:

"In an hour, it's time for others to come."

Thoughts were redirected to this meeting, Linglong also restrained her lively girlish image, her immature face was slightly dignified,
"I don't know what sister Qiu knows about that Palace Master Liu?"

"I don't understand." Qiu Hanxue shook her head, her tone indifferent,
"The worst case scenario is death."

The fleeting murderous intent in his eyes made Linglong, who was always paying attention to the former, palpitate. It was obvious that this person came to attend the conference prepared to die.

"Hey, someone is here again."

Several figures slammed into everyone's perception, Yan Lie stopped speaking, Yang Jiuxiao put down the teacup in his hand, Qiu Hanxue and the two stopped communicating, and all attention was focused on the streamers in the sky.

(End of this chapter)