"Haha! The friends from the Guangcheng Immortal Sect have arrived. Quickly invite them in! Quickly invite them in! " That Yang Xun smiled. His smile was incomparably radiant. He passionately stood up from his seat and walked towards the three white-robed young men and women with treasured swords on their backs.
The three young men and women who walked into the hall were none other than Ren Wuming, Liu Yunhe, and Li Mengyao of the Guangcheng Immortal Sect.
The prince of the Jiangling King, Yang Xun, was clearly much more enthusiastic towards Ren Wuming and the other two compared to Hu Zhan of the White Tiger Clan and Gui Teng of the Black Tortoise Clan.
Yang Xun personally led Ren Wuming and the other two to the row of empty seats on the right. Ren Wuming was the eldest apprentice brother of the Guangcheng Immortal Sect. Hence, he sat on the first seat on the right. Liu Yunhe sat below Ren Wuming, followed by Li Mengyao.
The junior apprentice sister of Guangcheng, Li Mengyao, wore white clothes that fluttered in the wind. Her skin was whiter than snow. At the instant she walked in, the eyes of the disciples from the major powers of the Southern Desolate Region all lit up.
She had a pair of clear and spirited eyes, long eyelashes, rosy and sexy lips, and a head full of jet-black long hair that was like a black waterfall cascading down her back. In addition, she had been cultivating the sword dao for many years and had a treasured sword on her back. This caused this junior apprentice sister of Guangcheng to have a heroic spirit amidst her gentleness, making her disposition even more attractive.
Facing the scorching gazes of those people, Li Mengyao's expression was indifferent. There wasn't the slightest bit of fluctuation on her beautiful face. She was like a fairy from the moon palace who didn't eat the food of the mortal world.
At this moment, the female singers who were performing in the hall had already been ordered to retreat by Yang Xun.
"Reporting! Lin Xuan, Zhu Yiqi, and Ye Chen from the Shangqing Sect have arrived! "
Just as Ren Wuming and the others sat down, the welcoming voice rang out once again. At the entrance of the hall, three young men in their early twenties walked in.
Next, the people invited by Yang Xun also arrived one after another. As the owner of this place, Yang Xun entered and exited the hall, standing up to welcome the distinguished guests.
At this moment, everyone could see that Yang Xun, the royal highness of Duke Xing, wasn't that enthusiastic towards the young talents of the major local forces in South Wilderness. Instead, he treated the young disciples of the three major Daoist Sects who had temporarily settled in Dragon Emperor City warmly and considerately.
When Hu Zhan saw Yang Xun treating him so lightly, he couldn't help but feel angered. As for Gui Teng of the Black Tortoise Clan, he didn't treat it as a big deal. His beady eyes would occasionally roam about the Dao Sect's disciple.
In the end, out of the nine elites of the Southern Desolate Regions, only seven people came. There were two empty seats. Evidently, the two people Yang Xun invited didn't come.
Perhaps, those two did not even deign to come. After all, the one who ruled the Southern Wasteland was not the Southern Wasteland Duke, Yang Yuandao, who was conferred the title of the Southern Wasteland Duke by the Yan Kingdom. Instead, it was the various great powers behind the Southern Wasteland elites.
Additionally, these forces were not limited to Dragon Emperor City, even the entire South Wilderness was their world.
The Southern Wasteland was an ancient hell filled with legends. According to legends, the Southern Wasteland had already existed since the ancient times. In the depths of the Southern Wasteland was the Hundred Thousand Mountain Range. The Hundred Thousand Mountain Range was even more mysterious. Even the barbarians of the Southern Wasteland weren't willing to step into it easily.
The barbarians of the Southern Wasteland didn't obey the Yan Empire at all. Although the Great Yan Empire was powerful, its power lay in the territory of the Central Plains. In this boundless wilderness, even the whip of the empire couldn't touch it.
The real rulers of the Southern Wasteland were the clans of those people on the left in the hall of the pavilion. From a certain perspective, these people were on the same level as Duke Yang Yuandao of the Southern Wasteland.
In the eyes of these people, Yang Xun, the royal highness of Duke Xing, was nothing. If it was in normal times, these elites of the Southern Wasteland would simply ignore Yang Xun's invitation.
The reason why Hu Zhan and the others came was actually because of the people of the three major Daoist Sects.
Of the nine seats on the right in the hall, only one was empty. In the end, Li Lingfeng and Zi Yu still came to keep the appointment. After all, nominally, the Southern Wasteland Duke Xing's Palace was the administrator of the Southern Wasteland. Therefore, they couldn't refuse the invitation of the royal highness of Duke Xing.
However, other than cultivating, Gu Fei didn't care about the affairs of the outside world. He directly ignored the invitation of the royal highness of Duke Xing. Hence, it seemed that Dongfang Long's scheme was about to fail.
Yang Xun didn't see the arrival of the person Dongfang Long spoke of. A trace of disappointment involuntarily flashed in his eyes. He heard that within the three major Daoist Sects, only that person might be able to suppress the elites of the Southern Wasteland.
After everyone sat down, Yang Xun, the host, didn't even say anything when Hu Zhan already spoke. "What a great reputation the three major Daoist Sects have. I, Hu Zhan, have long wanted to experience the innate techniques of the Daoist Sects." As he spoke, Hu Zhan's tiger eyes gleamed with sharpness as they swept past Ren Wuming, Lin Xuan, and Li Lingfeng.
Hu Zhan had long been itching to fight, wanting nothing more than to have a great battle with the people of the three major Daoist Sects. From his point of view, among the elites of the three major Daoist Sects, only these three were worthy for him to fight. As for the others … he had no interest at all.
When Yang Xun saw that Hu Zhan's words were filled with the smell of gunpowder, he couldn't help but feel joy in his heart. He couldn't be bothered to say anything and was more than happy to watch the show from the side.
As expected, the countenances of Li Lingfeng and the others instantly changed when they heard this. Hu Zhan's actions were undoubtedly a naked challenge to them!
"The Southern Wasteland is filled with crouching tigers and hidden dragons. We also wish to experience the innate techniques of the experts of the Southern Wasteland!" Although Ren Wuming's words were calm, everyone present could feel his battle intent.
The path of the sword immortal was a branch of the Daoist Sects. They cultivated the Dao of the sword, and their methods were to slay demons and exterminate devils. It was very different from the dao techniques of the Supreme Mystery Sect and the High Clarity Sect.
Ren Wuming cultivated the sword day and night. He was like a sword, and the sword was like him. Not only was the aura from his body like an unsheathed divine sword, incomparably sharp, but his temperament was also extremely sharp, unwilling to show weakness.
"Hehe! I invited everyone here because I wanted to create an opportunity for the elites of the Southern Wasteland to spar with the outstanding successors of the Three Great Daoist Sects. If you all wish to spar here, I have no objections. "Yang Xun didn't forget to add fuel to the fire from the side.
None of the people present were fools. They naturally knew that Yang Jian's invitation was definitely not that simple. However, regardless of whether it was the elites of the Southern Wasteland or the outstanding successors of the Three Great Daoist Sects, although they knew that this might be a trap, they still came.
This was because the elites of the Southern Wasteland were very interested in the successors of the Three Great Daoist Sects who came from the Central Plains. As for Li Lingfeng, Ren Wuming, and the others, they also wanted to spar with the outstanding characters of the Southern Wasteland.
"Very well. My name is Hu Zhan. From today onwards, my name will be imprinted in your heart. Even if you want to forget it, you won't be able to." Hu Zhan stood up, and a terrifying force erupted from his majestic body. The table in front of him instantly shattered, turning into sawdust.
Gui Teng, who was next to Hu Zhan, dodged to the side like a startled rabbit the moment Hu Zhan stood up. At this moment, his footsteps were even lighter than a leopard's, landing on the ground without a sound. Compared to the heavy footsteps he had when he came, it was the complete opposite.
"I am Ren Wuming of the Guangcheng Celestial Sect. If you have any skills, bring it on." Ren Wuming also stood up, and an incomparably sharp Sword Qi spread out from his body. Whoosh, whoosh … Transparent and invisible Sword Qi seemed to surround his body, and in the void, there was a slight sound of something breaking through the air.
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