Looking up, there are three flagpoles with a height of more than ten feet erected on the attic. The three large flags are hunting and hunting under the blowing of the sea breeze, which looks very eye-catching.
Inscribed on the flag surface is the symbol of Yuanmomen, Tianyuezong, and Blood River Hall.
On the open square in front of the attic, a high platform seven or eight feet high was built. Around the high platform was crowded with hundreds of celebrities.
The disciples dressed in the costumes of the three major sects are busy on the high platform at the moment. From time to time, there are casual cultivators on the high platform, and it seems that they are just signing up.
Liu Ming and his party also gradually walked to the vicinity of the high platform.
"The juniors have heard that the Climbing Fair is mainly based on the competition method. If you want to participate in the conference, you should sign up for the three major sects, and then arrange one-on-one competitions according to the cultivation base. Only after winning three rounds can you pass. After screening, the condensate seniors of the three major sects will appraise the spiritual vein qualifications. If they pass, they will be able to gain access to these Yunchuan large sect walls." The man surnamed Yue said with a look of yearning.
Liu Ming's gaze fell on the three disciples on the high platform. They were all disciples of the spiritual apprentice stage.
Then he turned his gaze and looked at the tall attic behind, where the monks in the liquid phase were all there.
He frowned.
In his sense of consciousness, a fairly familiar person should be among them.
In the attic, a slim woman in white dress stood by the window, looking at the crowd in the open space in front of her.
The female cultivator has a beautiful appearance, but her expression is very cold. She is about twenty-five and six years old. She carries a white long sword on her back, faintly exuding a hint of frosty sword air.
There was a sound of footsteps, the lady in white turned around, and a young man walked up the stairs.
"I have seen Uncle Zhang." The young man saluted the female sister respectfully.
"Okay, don't have to be polite, how is the matter going?" The white-clothed sister waved her hand and asked.
"As of today, more than three hundred people have signed up for casual training at the conference," said the young man.
"Since the number has reached the target, let's start screening soon. The sea clan near Shuangao Island are a little bit eager recently. We must do it as soon as possible to prevent nights and dreams." The woman in white nodded when she heard the words, and then walked downstairs. , And said so in his mouth.
"Yes." The young man followed, hurriedly agreed, and took a peek at the sister in white in front of him, his eyes flashed with awe.
This white-clothed female cultivator is not only the highest person in charge of the Yunchuan Alliance in Shuangao Island, but also one of the six three true sons of the Yunchuan Alliance. Her cultivation level has reached the condensate stage of the Great Perfection, and she is even more fascinated with her one-handed swordsmanship. There are countless sea races that have been beheaded, and they are famous and spread far and wide, and the special physique of their psychic sword body is also favored by the elders of the crystallization stage of the Yunchuan factions. It is the most promising one in the alliance today. Spiritualist in the condensate phase.
"By the way, what's the situation with Fellow Blood Remnant Daoist now?" The female cultivator suddenly turned her head and asked.
"The people in the Blood River Temple said that the blood-disabled Master Uncle has not recovered from his injuries and is still in retreat for healing." The young man hurriedly replied.
The female Xiu frowned, then nodded without saying anything.
The two quickly walked out of the attic and came to the high platform in front.
The appearance of the female cultivator caused the scattered cultivators who gathered around the high platform to immediately start to talk.
"This senior is carrying a long sword. It should be Tianyuezong Jianxiu, Senior Zhang Xiuniang, the person in charge of the Immortal Climbing Conference." Near the high platform, the man surnamed Yue said to Liu Ming.
Liu Ming looked at the white-clothed woman on the high platform with a dazed expression on his face.
The man surnamed Yue gave Liu Ming a strange look, but he didn't ask much, turned around and started discussing with a few of his staff about signing up.
Liu Ming finally retracted his gaze, a strange color on his face.
The seventh-life bond with Zhang Xiuniang in the world of Dreaming Gu worm made him always feel a peculiar feeling about this woman.
Now suddenly looking back, it is already a hundred years later, when I meet again here, my heart is naturally quite embarrassed.
Speaking of which, among Tianyuezong's disciples, except for the little girl Qian Ruping, he also had some friendship with this woman.
However, the current situation is not convenient to meet directly, and he plans to find another chance to meet this woman later.
On the high platform, Zhang Xiuniang did not notice Liu Ming, and whispered a few words to the young man beside him.
The youth nodded, took a step forward, and said loudly to the many casual cultivators in the audience: "As of today, more than 300 monks have signed up for the Immortal Climbing Conference. The process will be announced tomorrow, and all the fellow Taoists who signed up for the event will recharge today and prepare for tomorrow's battle of the ring."
As soon as this remark came out, the casual practitioners around the high platform suddenly clashed and began to talk buzzingly.
"This Tianyue Sect Daoist, there are several friends who are also famous for the Immortal Cultivation Conference, but I haven't had time to get here yet, I wonder if the registration time can be postponed for a few days?" A big gray-shirted man shouted under the high platform.
"Haha, you don't have to worry, this time our Yunchuan Alliance is recruiting more than 300 disciples who have signed up at this moment. The Immortal Climbing Conference will continue to be held. If you can't keep up with this round, don't worry about it in the future." The young man said with a smile.
Hearing this, everyone in the audience immediately felt relieved.
"There is one more thing, I must be clear to everyone. Now that the Sea Clan is expanding its power, hunting and killing me and other human monks everywhere, the senior officials of the Yunchuan Alliance have decided to establish a stronghold on this Shuangao Island. Any human monk, as long as his identity is blue and white. , You can stay here as a foreign affair disciple of our Yunchuan Alliance, to jointly resist the invasion of the Sea Clan, and worship Congyou.” The youth paused and continued to speak loudly.
The casual cultivators around the high platform changed their expressions when they heard the words, and then their expressions were different. Only a small group of people showed excitement on their faces and exclaimed loudly, but most of the casual cultivators seemed to shrink a little.
The young man looked at the expressions of the people around him, frowned, and when he was about to say a few more words, suddenly a long laugh came from a distance.
"Dear fellow human beings, it's fine for you to borrow some disciples from a place. Now you are blatantly expanding your power on Shuang'ao Island. Are you too dismissive of me?" Somewhere on the east side of the high platform, a group of people The black robe came over menacingly, and a negative voice rang from the leader.
Most of these people in black robes are tall and thin, with white skin, and their eyes are a strange blue. The body of the leader is unusually tall, and the black robes are embroidered with gold rims. Obviously, the identity is much higher than the others. .
When the casual repair crowd near the high platform saw the crowd approaching, their expressions changed, and they hulled and retreated to the side.
"It's a member of the Jingjue clan!" Seeing that the man's face changed drastically, the man surnamed Yue hurriedly took his few people back two steps.
"Jing Jue Clan?" Liu Ming asked with a change of expression.
"They are the aboriginal people of Shuang'ao Island, and they can be considered a very powerful alien force on the island. There are several masters in the condensate phase in the clan." The Yue surnamed Han said in a low voice.
Liu Ming slowly nodded when he heard the words, then turned his gaze, and looked at the black-robed crowd, where there were several auras that were quite different from the others.
"It turns out to be the patriarch of the Jingjue clan, Zhang Xiuniang has seen it." The Jingjue clan member walked to the vicinity of the high platform, Zhang Xiuniang waved his hand, causing the silver-robed youth to retreat, and said slowly.
"Friend Zhang Dao is polite." Although the man in the gold-rimmed black robe spoke arrogantly, he still seemed a little afraid of Zhang Xiuniang, his pupils shrank slightly, and said unnaturally.
"The patriarch seems to have some opinions about our Yunchuan Alliance coming here?" Zhang Xiuniang said with a cold light in her eyes suddenly.
"Hmph, my Jingjue clan doesn't care about the battle between your human race and the sea clan. You just need to recruit some disciples here, but if you want to establish a resident here, it is absolutely necessary." The Jingjue clan chief said in a strong tone.
"Oh, our human race doesn't mean to engage in evil with the nobles. The establishment of a stronghold here is just to resist the sea race." Zhang Xiuniang said lightly with a gleam in her eyes.
"Hey, your Human Race speaks nicely, but once the Sea Race knows what you are doing here, it will definitely send people to attack, and it is impossible to guarantee that we will not involve the aborigines of Shuangao Island." Jing Jue said coldly. .
"Oh, what did the patriarch meant, what do you want?" Zhang Xiuniang seemed to have an angry expression on her face, but it faded quickly, and she said in a deep voice.
The Human Race may need to unite other forces on the island to resist the Sea Race to establish a stronghold on Shuangao Island.
"It's also simple. I heard that the Yunchuan Alliance has sent three spiritual masters this time. They are all elites of the Yunchuan Grand Sect. Zhang Daoyou is also a sword repairman. He must have amazing strength. There are also a few people in my clan who want to fight for the three. I will ask for advice and come to a three-on-three battle. If you win, I will never ask whether it is to recruit disciples or establish a stronghold. But if you lose, hehe, then from today, human monk Don't step into Shuangao Island again." Patriarch Jing Jue smiled and said coldly.
Zhang Xiuniang's eyes flickered, and she glanced up and down at the Jing Jue patriarch in front of her.
Although the Jingjue clan has some strength on Shuangao Island, its strength is at best similar to a large-scale immortal cultivation family in Yunchuan Continent. Now that they dare to openly and directly confront the Yunchuan Alliance, it is a bit beyond her expectation.
The surrounding casual practitioners also showed dissatisfaction on their faces when they heard the words, and they made a lot of noise.
"What, you want to prohibit all human monks from entering Shuang'ao Island, your Jing Jue Clan is too much!"
"That's right, this is not the territory of your Jing Jue Clan."
"Furthermore, we are just casual cultivators, not from the Yunchuan Alliance."
Among the crowd, Liu Ming's mouth twitched slightly, revealing a sneer.