Chapter 1,692 The Three Great Envoys
Not long after, cultivators gathered on the top of Nuo Da Mountain.
Most of the four types of seats representing different levels were full. When many monks looked up and looked ahead, they felt as if they were among a crowd of people, and they seemed very small.
A series of spiritual thoughts swept towards Qin Nan one after another, some swept away, and some simply stopped on Qin Nan.
Qin Nan's expression remained unchanged, and he secretly used the God of War's Immortal Eyes, his eyes passing over the blue dragon wooden chairs one by one.
Those who can sit on the Azure Dragon Wooden Chair, except for the human immortals like them who participated in the war, are either unparalleled geniuses or have cultivation levels above that of earth immortals.
After a few breaths, Qin Nan's eyes paused.
He only saw, very far away from him, a woman wearing a white fairy dress, with black hair tied up high, a delicate face, fair skin, and carrying three mysterious fairy swords, sitting cross-legged with her eyes closed.
Even though there were countless monks talking to each other around her and it was very noisy, the ethereal aura that she exuded made her extremely conspicuous, like a white lotus in the mud.
"This woman should be Yan Qingyan, one of the Seven Sons of Heaven and Earth mentioned by Senior Xueyan. She is the first true successor of the Reincarnation Sect."
Qin Nan nodded secretly.
The Seven Sons of Heaven and Earth are indeed impressive. Most monks or unparalleled geniuses, after being promoted to human immortals, will have at most the fourth level of human immortal cultivation, but this woman has the sixth level of human immortal cultivation.
Suddenly, Yan Qingyan's eyelids moved slightly and slowly opened her eyes, just in time to meet Qin Nan's eyes. She wasn't surprised at all, and didn't say much. She clasped her fists with her beautiful hands and bowed in salute.
Qin Nan also returned the gift, and couldn't help but feel a little confused. He had suppressed the Hua Jian Dao of the Samsara Sect. Not only did the other party have no ill intentions towards him, how could he still have any kindness
Qin Nan didn't think much and looked away.
The remaining four people also attracted a lot of attention in this crowd.
Sima Xunbei, the first true disciple of Chengtian Yinghua Cult, also has the sixth level of human-immortal cultivation. He wears a blue robe and holds an immortal fan.
This was supposed to be a handsome gentleman, but his eyes were wandering around many female cultivators, and his conversation was even more unpleasant, causing all the male cultivators to laugh.
Zhao Kuo, a seventh-level human immortal, is a casual cultivator. His whole body exudes a sense of iron and blood, and he is as domineering as a rainbow.
According to what the Blood-Eyed Immortal said, he was the reincarnation of an ancient immortal general who served under the Supreme Being, which was no small matter.
The third Marquis Huangfu made Qin Nan look at him twice.
He has the seventh level of human immortal cultivation and is currently the number one true disciple of Taihuang Sect in Qiongyu. His whole body exudes a cold and icy aura, like ten thousand years of mysterious ice, which makes Qin Nan can't help but think of that person. A peerless woman.
The last one was Wu Huisheng, the first true disciple of Zhu Dao Sect who had fought against Qin Nan once. After he ascended to immortality, he also reached the seventh level of human immortality.
"Qin Nan, you really did not disappoint me! However, don't forget the agreement between us." Wu Huisheng sent a spiritual thought, and there was a hint of strange color in his originally indifferent eyes, as well as a hint of fighting spirit.
The sudden end of the last battle had left him with a lump in his throat. Over the past few days, he had been tossing and turning, unable to even practice meditation.
Qin Nan smiled lightly and nodded.
"You amaze me. It has only been a long time since you came to the Nine Heavens Immortal Realm, and now there are so many people who want to kill you."
Meng Jiugong, who had been disappearing, suddenly appeared and sat down next to Qin Nan, snorting softly.
Qiu Hong, who was sitting on the other side of Qin Nan, immediately looked wary.
Qin Nan was stunned for a moment, glanced around a few times, and after finding Wan Xiao hiding on the white jade chair, he shook his head and said calmly: "Young Sect Master's body of good luck also makes me admire him with admiration."
Meng Jiugong's expression suddenly froze and he gritted his teeth. He had not noticed before that Qin Nan's mouth was also quite bad.
Qiu Hong, who was on the side, sneered and said: "With such a noble status as the young sect master, shouldn't he sit on the Immortal Dragon Purple Chair? Why do you condescend to come here now?"
Meng Jiugong glanced at him, with a hint of arrogance in his expression, and said: "There were too many things that happened before, and I haven't told you about them. You seem to have forgotten. I came here just to tell you that I, Meng Jiugong, am not a man of words. As for those who have no faith, I will let you pick out two Immortal Blessing Realms."
Hearing these words, Qin Nan suddenly felt guilty.
He has not forgotten this bet at all. They are two immortal blessings. How could he not want them
However, he has not yet completely ascended to immortality. In the battle of the First Immortal later, when he allows the last trace of his divine power to completely transform into immortal power, everyone will surely see it.
That's why he pretended to have forgotten it, but he didn't expect Meng Jiugong to be so sincere and come to his door, which made him very embarrassed.
"Fellow Taoists, I'm really sorry, I'm a step late!"
At this moment, a hearty voice echoed across the top of the mountain.
All the monks subconsciously looked up and saw a handsome young man with a smile on his face, a middle-aged man with a sinister look on his face, and a woman in green clothes stepping from the void.
"See the Fengchen Palm Envoy, the Rong Wang Palm Envoy, and the Yue Jue Palm Envoy!"
At this moment, the giants and disciples of the thirteen supreme sects all stood up and saluted.
Even the unparalleled overlords such as the Fusheng Immortal King and Meng Jiugong are like this.
"These three are the leaders of Qiongyu Taihuang Sect, Tianxu Ancestral Sect, and Sanqing Ancient Sect?"
A strange color flashed in Qin Nan's eyes.
The so-called envoy is the envoy of the leader.
Generally speaking, in all major supreme sects, the leader will not show up easily for matters large or small. He will always designate a person closest to him to serve as the leader and convey his will. For example, this is the case. The battle of the first immortal.
Although the cultivation levels of the major masters are only at the level of the peerless overlords, their status is far from being comparable to that of other peerless overlords.
"Haha, you are welcome. It is our honor for you to come to our Qiongyu Taihuang Sect from traveling thousands of miles away."
The Fenghua Palmist laughed loudly, waved his hand, and quickly sat down.
The invisible demeanor, conversation, etc., all make people feel like a spring breeze. They just feel that this commander is approachable and has no airs.
This also made many casual cultivators present feel slightly relieved.
"Okay, let's not say anything else."
After the Master Fenghua greeted the group of overlords one after another, he looked at everyone with a straight face: "On behalf of the Master, I hereby announce that the battle of the First Immortal has officially begun!"
After he finished speaking, he glanced at Qin Nan, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
It has to be said that this brave boy is really a lucky star for him.
(End of chapter)