At this time, Jiang Feng didn't care about the look of the monks around him, and he walked delicately towards the entrance of the ancient poetry convention.
Those who promised Lin Cangyun to come to the Ancient Poetry Conference today naturally cannot break his promise.
It's just these days that Jiang Feng walked on the Canglan Continent and reviewed the past, so it took a little time, but it shouldn't matter.
Jiang Feng thought he would be made things difficult, but after taking out the crystal token, the other party politely put him in it.
The moment Jiang Feng entered the venue, he could only feel countless gazes, all looking at him.
These eyes are curious and murderous.
Standing on the spot, Jiang Feng looked calm, and glanced around. This is a huge venue, with a width of ten thousand meters. The surrounding walls are like a curtain of water, flowing with brilliant light, but not dazzling.
On the ground, there were a rockery, as well as exquisite vegetation. On both sides of several broad stone roads, exquisite tables and chairs were placed. At this time, the table was surrounded by monks.
Jiang Feng glanced over, guessing that there were tens of thousands of people participating in the ancient poetry convention.
In the most central place, there is a stage with more than ten feet of report. There are several people on it at this time, explaining something.
His appearance made everyone look at him. At this time, they all looked over.
"Friend, here." Lin Cangyun stood up and shouted not far away.
Jiang Feng took a look, then walked towards Lin Cangyun.
In the process of walking towards Lin Cangyun, those eyes that paid attention to Jiang Feng did not withdraw, but kept locked on him.
Jiang Feng noticed that these eyes were mixed with cold killing intent, and he secretly urged the star consciousness to record these people's faces.
In addition to some of the monks who eventually escaped when he was in the Broken Moon Forest to retreat, there were also some other people who also showed coldness to him.
Among these people, Jiang Feng also accidentally found two cultivators of the Heaven-Through-Sky Realm, which made him slightly surprised, but now he has also reached the Heaven-Through-Sky Realm, and he is a two-tiered heaven. Fearless, he has a lot of cards after all.
"I thought you weren't coming." Lin Cangyun said with a smile, and asked Jiang Feng to sit down.
Jiang Feng looked at it, and on this table, not only Lin Cangyun, but also several other monks.
It's just that these monks, after seeing Jiang Feng coming, all left without a word. They seemed to know what they were afraid of being involved in.
"What I promised will not be impossible." Jiang Feng said lightly, and then sat down, not taking seriously the few monks who left.
A few days ago, he issued a war agreement, informing Ling Xuezong, and asked the other party to wait at the Ancient Poetry Conference. If he guessed right, the two Heavenly-Through-Bound cultivators might be from Ling Xuezong.
Some monks may have gotten some wind, so they chose to keep a distance from him.
But Jiang Feng was a little surprised. Judging from the reactions of everyone when he came, everyone seemed to not know who he was.
When Chang Sheng was killed, he sent a message to inform Ling Xuezong that Jiang Feng did not stop him. In other words, Ling Xuezong absolutely knew his identity now, but outsiders did not know it. It seemed that Ling Xuezong had deliberately concealed the news.
The purpose of this, Jiang Feng is not difficult to guess after a little thought, it must be the Ling Xuezong high-level who knew the truth of the matter back then, and was afraid that Jiang Feng would leak anything, so he did not leak the news, so as not to cause some cultivators to be jealous.
"Unexpectedly, you have not seen you for so many days, and you have changed a lot. If it weren't for my familiarity with your facial contours and your walking temperament, I wouldn't necessarily recognize you." Lin Cangyun said, holding up a drink. , I toasted Jiang Feng a cup.
"Her eyesight." Jiang Feng exclaimed, picking up the wine glass and about to drink it, suddenly a harsh sound came to his ears.
"In this ancient poetry conference, I heard that many of the geniuses of the same generation are excellent in strength and talent. I am not talented. I want to ask this friend who intends to drink for advice. I don't know if I want to?"
Jiang Feng put down the wine glass, turned around and looked at the stage. On the stage, he saw a young man standing on the stage. He looked like a jade and was handsome and handsome. He just raised a pair of eyes, which made people feel uncomfortable.
The other party was looking at him at this time, Jiang Feng, so everyone in the entire venue once again focused on him.
"This is obviously aimed at me." Jiang Feng secretly said in his heart. As soon as he arrived here, this person sought out himself, and the aim was too obvious.
Moreover, in the countless murderous eyes that had been watching him before, this young man was among them.
"One of the two great geniuses of Lingxuezong, gentle and gentle, possesses the seven-layer cultivation base of the ruins realm, and masters the profound meaning of wind."
Lin Cangyun's voice came from the side, introducing Jiang Feng to the origin of this person.
Lin Cangyun didn't ask if Jiang Feng was the mysterious powerhouse in Broken Moon Forest. There was no need to ask about this kind of thing. He was not a fool, and he could guess it.
But he didn't remind Jiang Feng in advance that many people in the ancient poetry conference wanted to target him.
He is a person, and he has his own selfishness. Lin Cangyun wants to cooperate with Jiang Feng to explore the ancient god Swirling Island, but he also wants to see how strong Jiang Feng is.
If Jiang Feng is stronger, it will be more effective for cooperation.
"I wonder if you can accept the poem discussion?" Feng Qingliu asked again, with a false smile on his face.
"How to discuss it?" Jiang Feng asked.
"It's very simple. Poems and songs are all okay. We use one word to pretend to the topic, and we can make poetry and songs within a limited time." Feng Qingliu said.
"Are there any bets? Otherwise, it would be boring to win you." Jiang Feng said.
"Of course there is a stake." Feng Qing showed a cold smile, as if Jiang Feng's proposal had fallen into his trap.
"Is it good to bet your life?" Feng Qingliu said.
As soon as this statement came out, the entire venue, tens of thousands of monks, all stared.
Gamble!
Qingliu, have hatred with this person
"Could it be!"
Countless thoughts flashed through the people's minds, and finally at a certain moment, they thought of something, their eyes changed.
Could this black-haired young man come out of Broken Moon Forest? That is, this person killed the monks of all major forces, as well as the elder Changsheng of Ling Xuezong
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Thinking of this, everyone looked at Yunluan Holy Courtyard, Gu Yuezong and other forces, and found that these were also watching the black-haired young man with cold eyes at this time.
This made everyone immediately get the answer, this person is a terrifying powerhouse cultivating in Broken Moon Forest!
No wonder, it's no wonder that Ling Xuezong's two heavenly elders and two top geniuses all came to participate in the ancient poetry conference. They should have known that this black-haired young man would be here before, so they came and waited in advance.
At this time, after the opponent showed up, Feng Qingliu immediately looked for an opportunity to make a move. ()