Don’t get me wrong, immortals are all simple and unpretentious!

"You should show mercy."

Make corrections to the other party accurately.

"In other words, show mercy." Yan Ruyu still cooperated.

Zun showed a human smile and said, "That's not a foot, it's a hoof."

So one person and one cat moved their mouths one after another.

Zun blew a whistle, and Brother Ni Ma stopped showing kindness.

Coming at a galloping pace.

"My benefactor, if there is any need, I will go through fire and water?"

There is a beautiful woman living in the soul space, which is better than an old man, but Zun has no such idea, it is just a cat.

The concern for beautiful women is just to repay the kindness.

"Please take me back to this place."

The female ghost gave him a position, jumped onto the grass and mud horse, and fled away...

"What a ungrateful cat."

Yan Ruyu sighed and then remembered that her senior brother was still lying on the ice.

Huang Shu's eyes were straight and his face was wet. He didn't know if it was all saliva or mixed with some tears.

"Fellow Taoist, where is that evil beast?"

Just at this moment, Han Bingsheng arrived with an old man wrapped in silver.

The old man stood there, like a piece of eternal ice.

White hair, white beard, white clothes, and white face, it looks quite white...

"The little girl is Yan Ruyu, the Confucian preceptor. I have met my senior."

Yan Ruyu saluted Piao Ran, and then answered Han Bingsheng's question, "That guy has left."

"Consider it lucky!"

Han Bingsheng gritted his steel teeth and regained his unruly attitude as a disciple of the Holy Land.

Then he looked at Master Huang Jie who got up from the ground. No matter what, he was trying to save himself.

You should be concerned about it.

At this moment, Huang Shu has made a good psychological preparation. This humiliation is nothing. He is treated at the same level as the disciples of the Holy Land. There is no shame!

"Greetings to seniors and junior brothers..."

Of course, Junior Senior Brother refers to Han Bingsheng, Xiao refers to young and promising, and Senior Senior Brother refers to the gap in strength between the sect and the Holy Land.

This little senior brother is already a bit high-spirited.

Under normal circumstances, Han Bingsheng wouldn't even take a second look at something like this.

But now I still have to socialize, "Fellow Taoist, there is no need to be polite."

As for thanking you, forget it, so as not to embarrass yourself personally...

Han Bingsheng did not forget the purpose of his trip. When he saw that the master and the disciple were about to leave, he hurriedly saluted again and told everything about the Immortal Immortal's plan to convene the Tianyuan Conference.

There is only one meaning behind the words.

That being looked down upon the Four Holy Lands, and for such an important matter as the Tianyuan Conference, he did not even send an invitation to the Holy Lands.

Although he is only a Confucian preceptor, he has long admired the Four Holy Lands, especially the Xuanbing Holy Land.

After hearing the news, he immediately traveled thousands of miles to report the news.

I hope that the Four Holy Lands can come forward, crush the arrogance of the Immortal Immortal, and restore a bright and prosperous world to Tianyuan Continent.

As expected of a scholar, he speaks clearly and expresses his emotions quite well.

The old man in white was still alive, but Han Bingsheng exploded first.

This is not taking the Four Holy Lands seriously. Newborn calves are not afraid of tigers. No matter what immortal immortal you are, they must be made into ice sculptures.

On the contrary, the old man in white was calm. He just said lightly, "Thank you, little Taoist friend, Xuanbing Holy Land has always been uncontaminated by the secular world."

After saying that, he took the indignant Han Bingsheng back to the Holy Land.

"Brother, it seems your plan is going to fail."

Yan Ruyu smiled bitterly.

Huang Shu's eyes were deep and he smiled disdainfully, "Go to Taiyin Holy Land..."

In the Black Ice Temple, the Holy Lord sits cross-legged on the Frozen Throne, like an ancient ice sculpture.

On its right side, a person stands.

It is the nominal second-in-command of Xuanbing Holy Land, the Holy Son.

The Son of God sounds awesome, but with the word Zi, that's all.

After all, the Tianming elders, Holy Land protectors, and direct disciples below all have fixed seats.

He was the only one standing in the audience.

But it cannot be underestimated.

The Holy Lord has not spoken for nearly a thousand years, and the Holy Son is his only mouthpiece.

Han Bingsheng’s master, Han Bing, has already reported the news brought by Confucianism.

As for the fact that the true disciple was spit on, after all, it was nothing to show his face, so he didn't mention it...

The theme of today's meeting is, Immortal Immortal Immortal didn't invite us, whether we should go or not.

Although the Holy Son was standing, his aura was enough to overwhelm the elders and protectors below, let alone the direct disciples of the elders.

His voice was as cold as ice, with no emotion audible, "What do you think of this legendary immortal?"

It's not that he is cold-blooded. After practicing Xuan Bing Shi Ao Shi Jue to a certain level, his personality will change.

Therefore, the elder protectors here are all cold and cold.

It's like a group of ice cubes having a meeting.

On the contrary, those half-hearted direct disciples began to be filled with righteous indignation.

It's useless to be filled with righteous indignation. They have no right to speak at all. It's good to have the qualifications to observe.

Elder Tianming was the first to speak. He said, "If you want to do it, let him do it. It's none of our business. I still want to practice. I'll say goodbye!"

The four guardians nodded in agreement and left the table one by one.

The emperor didn't react at all, seemingly accustomed to it, and watched the five people leave.

He then set his sights on ordinary elders, and Han Bing was one of them.

He finally had a chance to speak, stroking his long white beard, and said quietly: "Reporting to the Holy Son, my Xuanbing Holy Land has been silent for too long, and it's time to show off my fists."

The other elders agreed.

The Holy Son nodded and looked at the Holy Master as if he was dead.

Watch to see if he nods or shakes his head.

It's basically impossible to expect him to speak anyway.

"Go back all!"

When the Holy Lord opened his eyes, the temperature of the entire space dropped sharply. No one dared to look at him and retreated.

The Holy Son couldn't believe his ears. Master, this old man, actually spoke.

"Xiao Che, I will be away for a few days as my teacher. You will be solely responsible for the affairs of the Holy Land."

"Respect the law!"

Yun Che bowed and didn't ask any more questions.

He could guess that the matter was serious, and the Holy Lords of the Four Holy Lands were probably going to meet each other.

When he straightened up, the Holy Lord had disappeared without a trace.

Looking down at Tianyuan Continent, it looks like a standard square.

The four holy lands are located in the four extreme corners of the Tianyuan Continent, southeast, northwest and northwest.

The moment Holy Lord Xuan Bing set off, the figures of the other three Holy Land Holy Lords also disappeared at the same time.

In the very center of Tianyuan Continent, there is a hazy purple haze.

If you enter the mist, you can see a circular altar.

The altar is large enough to accommodate ten thousand people.

It was engraved with dense runes, and a lavender light lingered on it, just like a fairyland on earth.

Those who are good at music and those who are few can come here.

This is the first forbidden land in Tianyuan Continent.

Even beings like Xie Potian are not qualified to appreciate it. They will be turned into ashes by the purple mist above after a few hundred miles.

But at this time, there were four people sitting opposite each other in the center of the circular altar.

Three men and one woman all lowered their eyes, with mysterious dharma seals in their hands...