Master, he doesn't want to [Transmigration Book]

Day two.

On the top of the North Mountain, those who were going to the Fairy Sword Conference boarded the spaceship in order, and the rest stood under the top of the North Mountain to watch them leave.

Feng Chang'an stood at the bow of the boat, looking down at the people at the top of Beishan, all of them were dressed in green clothes and robes.

"Master, are you satisfied this time?" Yun Xu walked straight to Feng Chang'an after boarding the boat, and asked with a half-chair on the railing.

Feng Changan tapped his left wrist with his fingers, looked at Yunxu: "Are you satisfied?"

Yun Xu stood up straight and said, "I'm a little worried, so...or, if the master is not satisfied, you can change it back to the dragon lock chain."

The three words "Suolonglian" are said with the heart to prevent others from hearing them.

Feng Changan sneered with the corners of his mouth pulled, and looked at Li Shouzhi's first disciple, Minghao.

He was sitting cross-legged on the deck practicing, preparing for the convening of the Immortal Sword Conference.

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Since its establishment, the Immortal Sword Conference has a history of thousands of years, and monks from all over the world gather here to compete. In each competition, the top [-] can be nominated for the Tianjiao list, and the reputation resounds throughout the world of cultivating immortals.

"You guys are a bit late." Yaoyao saw the flying boat symbolizing the green dragon totem fall into the arena, and a group of people flew down from the flying boat. The ruler of Beixi got up and said with a smile.

Nan Ze took a few steps forward, cupped his hands and said with a smile: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, something happened on the road, so I was delayed for some time." After finishing speaking, he turned his gaze to Bi Arena.

The circle is wider than the arena, like a plain. On the white jade floor, ink lines criss-cross to form rectangles one after another. There is a palm-width gap on the edge of the rectangle, and the disciples of each faction stand outside the edge.

At a glance, the disciples of each faction were dressed in different clothes, and it was extremely lively.

Although the scene was lively, there was no noise at all, and it was as quiet as if it didn't exist.

Nanze looked around, looked away, and said, "But it's started?"

Emperor Chengtian smiled and said, "I'll just wait for you, and I haven't entered yet." He looked at the people behind Nanze with sharp eyes, and when he saw a young man in white, his eyes lit up.

"Fellow Daoist Konghuai, long time no see." Emperor Cheng slapped the young man in white on the shoulder.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but the moment I took the photo of the emperor, I felt a sharp eye knife coming from the side.

He looked to the side puzzledly, and just happened to meet Jin Yunxu's smiling eyes. The two looked at each other, Cheng Tianhuang squinted his eyes, and said: "Is this the Taoist Zigui? Young and promising, young Promising! Not bad."

"The emperor's words are serious." Yun Xu cupped his hands and smiled, his eyes fell on his hands.

One by one, Emperor Cheng's hand was still on Feng Chang'an's shoulder.

Cheng Tianhuang was very strong, Feng Changan was staggered by him, stabilized his figure, took a step back, avoiding Cheng Tianhuang's hand, and said: "I haven't seen you for many years, the meeting gift from Cheng Tianhuang is still as big as ever."

Hearing the words, Emperor Chengtian was taken aback for a moment, then patted Feng Changan on the shoulder, and said earnestly: "Look at what you said, the last time the Fairy Sword Conference was held was 200 years ago, in a blink of an eye, it will be 200 years later, I miss it so much.”

"I can't help being too excited, and I have a lot of strength. It's not like you, with a cold face, like someone who owes you money and won't pay it back."

He also only heard that Kong Huai was not dead a few days ago, he was surprised, but he couldn't help sighing, this man is really hard-fated!

Back then, when he heard that Konghuai had died, he went to Qing Yunzong to express his condolences, to commemorate the revenge of the three swords that Konghuai stabbed him 200 years ago. Crocodile tears.

"Make it up." Feng Chang'an shook his head, and handed over the fairy sword invitation.

Emperor Chengtian, Emperor Beixi, although he is an emperor, he is not serious at all, he runs wherever there is excitement, a typical melon-eating crowd, not only loves to eat melons, but also likes to meddle in other people's business.

200 years ago, at the Immortal Sword Conference, Feng Chang'an faced this person and they were tied.Later, in the secret place of the poor and desolate, the two met on a narrow road, and fought again after a disagreement. In the end, it was Feng Chang'an who had the better skills and won.

Stabbed him three swords one by one.

Emperor Chengtian has a small mind, and for this matter, he has remembered Feng Chang'an for hundreds of years.

Cheng Tianhuang took the invitation: "Nonsense? This isn't just nonsense, it's very sincere."

He paused intentionally, lowered his voice, and said in a voice that the two of them could hear clearly, "I don't like to hear your words. In public, you still need to save some face. Fellow Daoist Konghuai, you are not kind. "

Feng Changan: "..."

Cheng Tianhuang: "Do you still remember the three swords you stabbed me 200 years ago? After the Fairy Sword Conference, see you in the arena, and we will compete again. If you lose... Ha ha ha ha! The end will be impressive."

Feng Changan: "..."

I thought that after so many years, the other party had forgotten about it, but no, he still remembered it clearly and wanted to avenge his shame all the time.

While speaking, Nanze had brought people into the arena, and the Immortal Sword Conference kicked off.

Emperor Chengtian looked at the time and said: "Fellow Taoist Konghuai, Fellow Daoist Zigui... and..." Looking at Nanze who was arranging people off the court, he swallowed a few words and went back, "... ...This way first, please."

Feng Changan: "Please."

After all, the two walked side by side, while Yun Xu was left behind by the two, looking at Feng Chang'an's back with a gloomy expression.