As Shen Luo was watching, several streaks of light flashed across the sky, and several figures flew in from afar, landed on the nine-foot high platform, and stood shoulder to shoulder.
The person in the middle was Cheng Yaojin from the Tang Dynasty government, the host of this conference. On his left and right stood a tall, beautiful woman in feathered clothing, and a burly man in silver armor who was nearly a meter tall.
The woman had a distinguished aura and her face was covered by a veil, so one could tell at a glance that she was from the immortal clan. The man in silver armor had a human body, but his head was that of a six-toothed silver elephant. The demonic aura on his body was well concealed, and there was no sign that he was a giant from the demon clan.
On the other side of the silver-armored man stood a burly man with wings on his back. He was almost the same size as the man and was wearing a black scale armor that only covered half of his body and one arm. He had red eyebrows and red hair, a solemn face, and a pair of tiger eyes that were fixed on Qi Sha who was standing beside the martial arts stage.
Beside the fairy woman stood an old man in his sixties, wearing a black robe and a jade belt around his waist. On the chest of his robe was embroidered a golden cloud pattern, and below it were the words "Tian Ji" written in ancient seal script.
"People from Tianji City?" Shen Luo raised his eyebrows and muttered to himself.
“He is a golden-patterned elder, so his rank is not low.” At this time, the white-haired old man next to him took over the conversation.
"Elder Gold Pattern?" Shen Luo asked doubtfully.
"Fellow Daoist, don't you know? The disciples and elders in Tianji City are also divided into different levels. They usually wear black clothes. The most ordinary disciples only have the word "Tianji" embroidered with white thread on their cuffs, and they are the lowest level of common people. Those who are one level higher can add a ball of fire cloud to their cuffs, and are called ordinary refiners. Those who are one level higher have red fire clouds and words, and are called fire refiners, or great refiners. To become an elder, one has words and fire clouds embroidered with silver thread on the chest, and this is considered a real偃师. The elder of a higher level is the one on the stage with golden words embroidered on him, and he is a great偃师." The white-haired old man was not shy and explained to Shen Luo.
"Thank you, fellow Daoist, for clearing up my doubts." Shen Luo couldn't help but sigh that he still knew too little about the various sects in the Three Realms.
"You are too polite, fellow Daoist. I am Li Changqing, the head of Qinglin Sect. May I know what your name is?" the old man said in a voice transmission.
"I am Shen Luo from Chunqiuguan." Shen Luo replied.
After saying this, the two found that they had never heard of each other's sects. They were silent for a moment and said in unison:
"I've heard a lot about you."
At this time, a loud shout was heard: "All participating disciples from all races, come on stage."
At Cheng Yaojin's command, Shen Luo and others jumped up and landed on the martial arts stage.
"This martial arts competition will set a precedent in the three realms and create new initiatives for all races. You are all the creators of history. Regardless of success or failure, your names will be remembered and passed down in history." After Cheng Yaojin finished speaking, everyone on the stage was excited.
The audiences also felt honored.
On the west side of the martial arts arena, Bai Xiaotian and his brother huddled together with Lu Huaming, laughing and teasing, "Your master is really good at fooling people."
"He was forced to do it. He didn't want to do this job. But neither His Majesty nor the Imperial Master was willing to come forward. As the host, he had no choice but to do it." Hearing this, Lu Huaming didn't get angry but smiled.