In a place where people gather together, there are inevitably literati and poets, such as those young talents, both male and female, who are either reciting poems, admiring the moon, painting, or dancing with swords, and all of them are enjoying themselves chatting.

"Eat, eat more."

In this big scene, you can always see living treasures.

For example, the bald old man and the others did not leave their seats, just eating and eating, and they even took the food with them. The people who came here were all good-looking people, but these three people were an exception. They all seemed to be so stupid.

The most lively place was that of Kunlun Immortal Lord, where a bunch of old guys gathered.

They are not talking nonsense, but talking about scriptures and Taoism to exchange insights and experiences.

Overall, the atmosphere of this event was quite peaceful and warm, with everyone having their own things to do.

Mr. Zhao also got up and walked back and forth with his hands in his arms.

He also wanted to read the secret scroll, but the most important thing was to find Feng Wu himself.

When passing by a decadent man, he did not forget to take a few more glances. He was probably not very gregarious. Everyone else was doing what they were supposed to do, but he was the only one sitting in the corner, drinking alone.

"Senior, have you ever sent an incarnation into the mortal world?" Zhao Yun asked in a low voice.

For a long time, there was no response from the decadent person, as if he didn't hear it.

This lack of respect made Mr. Zhao very embarrassed and he didn't want to bother him much.

Just because he doesn't bother, doesn't mean others won't bother.

He was still a very experienced person and actually issued a declaration of war in front of everyone.

"Meeting each other means we are destined to have a discussion?"

Zhen Jue Taoist's words were not deliberately concealed and could be heard by the whole audience.

It was this sentence that made everyone raise their eyebrows, and they all knew very well that Zhen Jue Lao Tao's challenge was to force the other side to find a way out. As long as the other side took action, it would be easy to see where it came from.

Whether he is a saint or not can be determined at a glance.

But this time, Kunlun Immortal Lord did not stop him.

Fighting was not prohibited at grand gatherings. Fighting was allowed. It was called sparring. He had long been accustomed to it. At every grand gathering in Kunlun, there would always be a few people who would come in standing and then leave lying down.

At the moment, all eyes are focused on the decadent person.

Look at the enemies of Daluo Immortal Sect, they are all staring at him.

It's a good thing that that person is not the Holy King. If he is, then he has to plan a lot and it's just a group fight! No matter whether the Holy King challenges them alone or they attack the Holy King in a group, it's better to fight to the death anyway.

"The repertoire of this event seems to be upside down."

Many older people are stroking their beards and they don't look normal.

Thinking back to the past, there was no grand event where the juniors came on stage first to compete. Mei Qi said that he was throwing some bricks and mortar, and after the juniors finished fighting, the seniors came up. The juniors had a small fight, but the seniors were real guns and swords, and they were doing it in full swing. Today's event

On the contrary, before the younger generation made an appointment, the older generation got in first.

"Come and fight."

The master of Zhen Jue has already stepped onto the fighting stage, his shouts shaking the sky.

Under the spotlight of everyone, the decadent man finally stood up.

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Chapter completed!