The Ancient Vast Realm

At this time, Chilongcheng could clearly hear his heartbeat speeding up. Not only himself, but also the rest of the people in the hall were no exception. Everyone could not control their emotions at this time.

All the people in this hall were high-level officials in Canglan City. Most of them were warriors in the Cangjing Realm. Naturally, they knew what kind of existence the so-called hall master was.

To be frank, that was an existence that had not been born in the Canglan Mountains for tens of thousands of years. This was not only the human race, but also the alien races.

Although the fourth realm and the fifth realm seemed to be separated by only one realm, this realm was the difference between heaven and earth. It can be said that 10,000 fourth realm masters could not give birth to a fifth realm existence.

Moreover, every human hall master was a leader in the fifth realm, and his combat power could completely crush people of the same level. For them, defeating the upper level was as simple as eating and drinking water.

The list of geniuses going to the Holy Land flashed through Chilongcheng's mind. Even though he was already in retirement, he had always been secretly paying attention to the information about these geniuses that were crucial to the future of the human race.

The geniuses going to the Holy Land this time were different from the past. This time, because of the fall of Ou Ye, half of the geniuses of the Canglan tribe and the void warships were ruthlessly buried by him. There were only a few hundred geniuses who survived, and only a few of them were famous. There were only a few who could possibly become disciples of the Hall Master.

And in his mind, the most likely one among these people was the boy from his own clan - Chilong Yun!

Chilongcheng's somewhat dry hands trembled slightly as he picked up the glass wine glass in front of him, and he drank a sip without caring about being rude.

He swallowed the blood-red dragon blood wine in one gulp. He didn't care about the little bit of wine sliding down the corner of his mouth. He just felt that his dry throat seemed to be moistened a little, and he could barely speak.

"Meng... Brother Meng Qi, I wonder if you can tell me in detail?"

Chilongcheng hurriedly urged Meng Qi who was looking at him with a smile, completely ignoring his previous embarrassment.

Not only him, but the rest of the people stretched their heads to look here. Only the tribal generals whose geniuses were killed by the ghost fox looked as uncomfortable as if they had swallowed a fly. They naturally knew that this overwhelming good news had nothing to do with them, but it did not affect their curiosity about this matter.

Meng Qi took in everyone's gaze and was very satisfied with their reaction.

In fact, not only everyone, but even Meng Qi himself was envious. You know, even in his area, there has been no genius worshipping the hall master for thousands of years.

This kind of thing can't be forced at all. It's not that a hall master is willing to accept a disciple simply because of his strong talent. It's more about chance.

Of course, despite this, the great elders of each hall are not bad. At least they are also powerful people in the fifth realm, but their own power is not as great as that of the hall master. These powerful people are more interested in accepting disciples and teaching.

"Haha, the one who was accepted as a disciple by the hall master in the holy land this time is Feng Xuan from your Canglan Mountain Range, and he is also the only genius accepted by the hall master in this holy land trial!"

Meng Qi looked at everyone and didn't whine their appetite. He directly said Feng Xuan's name.

Hearing this, Meng Qi saw that everyone was a little confused for a while, and even didn't react at all. Only a few people showed a trace of surprise and disbelief in their eyes.

"Feng... Feng Xuan? Which tribe is this genius from?"

In silence, Beiling Bao touched his head unconsciously and muttered a little.

Hearing this name, he felt very unfamiliar. He really couldn't remember which tribe among the ten major tribes in Canglan had the surname Feng.

For him, among the geniuses who went to the holy land every time, only the people from the ten major tribes or the outstanding geniuses were worth remembering. As for the others, they were forgotten after hearing about them.

However, among the people present, not all of them were as forgetful as Beiling Bao. A general sitting at the edge of the hall had a flash of shock in his eyes.

"Feng Xuan? Feng Xuan! Could this be the kid from the small tribe that Brother Si once told me in the letter?"

Dongling Qingjiu was the fourth leader of the Baling tribe. Now he was also serving as the city guard in Canglan City. However, because his own strength was not too outstanding, he was naturally not very noticeable among the generals. Even in this hall, he just sat at the edge.

During a communication with the tribe, Dongling Qingjiu had learned a piece of news from a letter from Dongling Si to him. The tribe wanted to move a small tribe called Xuanying tribe to the vicinity of his Baling tribe, but this was rejected by the other party. The reason was that the other party said that they had taken root in the eastern part of Naqi Mountain for a thousand years and were familiar with every plant and tree there, so they also declined the good intentions of the Baling tribe.

When this matter was mentioned in the letter, his brother Na Si seemed to be a little regretful about it, as if he was very sorry for not moving the Xuanying tribe to the vicinity of his tribe. The ultimate reason was that he was optimistic about a genius named Feng Xuan in the tribe.

When seeing the message written on the letter paper, Dongling Qingjiu secretly laughed at his brother Si for making a fuss. He was just a genius. Every time there was a trial, there were many geniuses sent to the holy land in the entire Canglan Mountains, but there were only a few who could return safely and were worthy of attention. There was no need to care about the genius of a small tribe.

However, at this moment, Dongling Qingjiu felt that he seemed to be mocking his brother from his tribe too early.

Dongling Qingjiu murmured the name Feng Xuan, and suddenly stood up and clasped his fists and asked Meng Qi respectfully:

"May I ask, Your Excellency Meng Qi, is the Feng Xuan you are talking about the Feng Xuan in my Qishan territory?"

Hearing this, the other generals in the hall all looked at Dongling Qingjiu in unison, even Chilongcheng looked at Dongling Qingjiu at this time. For the name Feng Xuan, even he didn't have much impression, but seemed to have heard it somewhere before, but he couldn't remember it at all after a careful recollection.

Dongling Qingjiu felt the gazes of everyone in the hall and felt a wave of pressure coming over him. He slightly regretted his rash behavior. Anyway, Lord Meng Qi would definitely explain Feng Xuan's identity. If it turned out that this was not the person he knew, wouldn't it be embarrassing?