In the island owner's mansion, two Jindan elders stood below, waiting for Shang Jinxing's instructions.

Although they were cultivated in the Golden Core, they were not dissatisfied with the young island master.

"Uncle Jin, go to the alliance to apply for the summoning order to be issued."

The summoning order is a signal used by the East China Sea Alliance to summon the monks who will participate in the Demon Slaying Conference and enter the Demon Slaying Tower.

The red monk paused for a moment, and finally said only one word, "Yes."

After the red monk left, another Jindan elder asked, "Young Island Master, this summons was issued twenty days earlier than the last demon-slaying conference. Over there with the alliance..."

Shang Jinxing's slender white fingers stopped tapping, "The last time we hit the sixth floor, the entire army was wiped out. Then Deng Nian of Chongming Island has not dared to come out to see people in these years. If the alliance continues to insist on its own way, I am afraid it will end up like this.

Tianyuan Continent is the laughing stock!”

His voice was cold, and he would never accept the possibility of becoming a laughing stock.

The golden elixir monk below couldn't help but sigh in his heart. Deng Nian was a good friend of this golden elixir monk. Fifty years ago, the two of them participated in the demon-slaying conference together. Deng Nian was still the leader of the human cultivator clan, but that time the human cultivators

Finally, we stopped at the sixth floor of the nine-story demon tower.

The Demon Slaying Conference is a major event in the East China Sea. To be the leader of the human cultivator can only imagine Deng Nian's strength back then.

It's a pity that that defeat was a huge blow to Deng Nian, and he almost collapsed. It took him many years to successfully form the elixir.

And Shang Jinxing is the leader of the human cultivation team this time.

There is no doubt about Shang Jinxing's strength among many monks, but his strong character is extremely rare among monks in the East China Sea realm.

This golden elixir monk couldn't say anything else. Things decided by the young island master are not easy to change.

Let’s see what the league does.

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Three days later, the East China Sea Alliance issued a summons order, and the wooden signs held by the remaining thirty people flashed brightly, which meant gathering.

The monk inquired very clearly before coming, "In the past, the monks were stationed at the East China Sea Alliance ten days in advance. Why is it early this time?"

The strange fire in Shen Qinglan's hand kept flying, drawing the appearance of an island in front of her.

In her previous life, she had some talent for painting because of her personal hobbies. At this time, the islands she drew could already be seen as three-dimensional.

This is her dream love island, with sun, sand, waves and cactus.

She remembered that after graduation, she went to see the sea alone. It was the first time she saw those wildly growing cacti in the cracks of the seaside. They were clusters with long thorns and yellow flowers.

Those flowers were really beautiful in her eyes. These cacti did not touch the sea water and could survive only on occasional rain.

For a moment, she felt that these cacti were like herself, covered with thorns, but still beautiful and strong!

When the monk was angry, he would call her by name and surname, "Shen Qinglan!"

Shen Qinglan actually heard it, but she was enjoying the sea breeze and warm sun in her fantasy world.

She rolled her eyes at the monk and said, "It's already long ago. The two monks from the outside world will not be regarded by the alliance as their main fighting force. We go early and late, just to show our faces."

The monk sighed, "Oh, you are such a person."

Shen Qinglan turned the three-dimensional island in a circle and nodded with satisfaction, "When you come, make peace with it and keep your heart in your stomach."

But the monk came with the teacher's orders. He just wanted to avoid making mistakes and complete the task smoothly.

But there was still a month before the start of the Demon Slaying Conference, and something like this suddenly happened. He didn't know whether it was good or bad, but he was worried that something would disrupt his plan, or someone would affect his mood.

Seeing that Shen Qinglan was still looking at the island, the monk reached out and used his spiritual power to poke her away.

As soon as she raised her hand, Shen Qinglan stopped her with a glare, "Are you tired of living?"

The monk paused for a moment and grunted, but still put his hand down. The Qinglan benefactor has become a bit more arrogant since he came out of seclusion.

He already knew that the nameless black stone was a tens of thousands of years of cold crystal, used by Shen Qinglan to repair weapons.

As for how the weapon was repaired, Shen Qinglan did not say anything, but looked proud, "It's boring to say it. You won't be surprised until you see it with your own eyes."

What a fucking surprise, the monk didn't think this would be a surprise.

The Demon Slaying Conference is organized by the East China Sea Alliance. If the two of them want to participate, they must listen to the organizer.

No matter how reluctant the monk was, Shen Qinglan and the two went to the East China Sea Alliance's headquarters on the second day.

The two stood at the door, and the monk sent a message, "I heard that this place also belongs to the island owner's mansion and has been used by the alliance."

Shen Qinglan looked up at the tall outer wall of the alliance entrance surrounded by various magic circles. Those top-quality spiritual stones shone with an alluring luster and were so blatantly embedded in each magic circle.

I couldn't help but give a thumbs up silently in my heart, what a rich man!

The two of them entered behind the welcoming waiter, and were then taken to a large courtyard.

Calling it a courtyard, I realized it was too conservative after entering.

This place is more like the Kaiyuan Palace of the Mingyuan Master. It is huge inside, with numerous houses and lofts with carved railings everywhere.

It's no problem to accommodate hundreds of people, and this is just one of the alliance's locations.

To have such a place in the center of Wangyue Island, the Island Lord's Mansion is really generous.

At this time, a golden elixir monk came over with a smile on his face, "You two are here to participate in the Demon Slaying Conference."

Shen Qinglan replied, "Exactly."

The monk sent a message to her, "Isn't this nonsense? The guy who led the way said that all the monks from the Demon Slaying Conference live here."

Shen Qinglan could only pretend not to hear the message. The monk had been awkward since yesterday when he learned that the assembly time had been advanced. She no longer wanted to pay attention to him.

"I am Zhao Bing, the steward of Xianlin Academy."

Shen Qinglan saluted him, "Senior Zhao."

The monk behind him was still pretending to be a Buddhist expert, holding a rosary and chanting something in a low voice.

Fortunately, Zhao Bing has seen too many weird people, and Buddhist cultivators are not common, so no matter how weird he is, he can be treated as normal.

"You two, please follow me." Zhao Bing led the way.

Shen Qinglan and the others followed him and stopped in front of a two-story building. "It just so happens that there are two rooms available here. Since you two live together, it is convenient for you to live close to each other."

"Thank you, Senior Zhao." The monk remained silent, and Shen Qinglan had no choice but to be the person who knew etiquette.

Zhao Bing smiled and said he was polite, and then asked Shen Qinglan and Shen Qinglan to take out their wooden cards to check.

On their wooden plaques, the monk's one said Amitabha Temple, and Shen Qinglan's said Wujimen.

Shen Qinglan felt that Zhao Bing frowned slightly when he saw his wooden sign.

"Senior Zhao, how many people are participating in the Demon Slaying Conference this time?"

Zhao Bing said with a smile, "There are still more than a dozen people who have not come, but the summoning order has only been sent out for three days. Some monks from other areas may need some time."

"With so many monks, there should be some who don't come in the end, right?"

For example, after death, the wooden plaque was taken away by monks who did not understand what it was.

Zhao Bing said, "Indeed, the time limit for the summoning order is ten days. If it does not arrive within ten days, the alliance will let others go."

Shen Qinglan nodded. This wooden sign was originally issued by the East China Sea Alliance. If someone didn't come, they would naturally find new carrots to fill the hole.

Zhao Bing returned the wooden sign to Shen Qinglan, "The nine-story demon tower will be opened when the time comes. The two of you will enter with the others holding the wooden sign."

"good."

Zhao Bing added, "This time the team leader will gather everyone tomorrow, and we will ask you two to move to Xianlinyuan Square at midnight tomorrow."

Shen Qinglan replied, "Okay."

The monk transmitted the message again, "There are so many things going wrong."

Shen Qinglan:......

After Zhao Bing left, she was about to scold the monk when she heard someone calling her.

"Fellow Taoist Qinglan?!"

Shen Qinglan heard a familiar voice and immediately swallowed the curse words.

It’s Wu Yuezhu!

"Fellow Daoist Wu."

Wu Yuezhu still has an empty sleeve, which always reminds her of her master who had two empty sleeves.

"I didn't expect that you and fellow Taoist Wukong would also participate in the Demon Slaying Conference!"

Shen Qinglan thought to herself, there are quite a lot of things you didn't expect, such as the fact that I came in with your brand.

She thought for a while and asked Wu Yuezhu, "Fellow Daoist Wu said before that he didn't know if he could come to the Demon Slaying Conference. I thought I might not be able to meet you."

Wu Yuezhu smiled helplessly and said, "It's a long story. Why don't you go to my room and have a cup of tea?"

Shen Qinglan felt that the other party was too enthusiastic, but she still wanted to hear the story, "Then I won't bother Daoist Wu."

"We are all friends, so why bother."

The monk once again sent a message to Shen Qinglan, "Whoever is her friend is just being sentimental."
To be continued...