After hanging the pendant, the Qianmo Sect and his group hung it forward together.
After about one mile, a hall appeared in Lin Yanli's sight.
At this time, people stood in front of the Ascension Conference, with different costumes and several sects.
Lin Yanli approached and heard someone calling her in the crowd.
"Granddaughter, granddaughter, I'm here!"
She looked up and saw Cao Zheng at the edge of the crowd.
He is here too!
Cao Zheng stretched his neck and waved his arms at Lin Yanli, looking excited, as if he had seen his long-lost relatives. The intimacy, even Lin Yanli couldn't help but wonder if he was real.
It is Cao Zheng's granddaughter.
Lin Yanli leaned over, pushed his hand with a smile, and bowed to Cao Zheng, "Long time no see, Mr. Cao."
"I really didn't expect to see my granddaughter here." Cao Zheng patted his belly, rubbed his dirty hands and greeted Lin Yanli.
Lin Yanli blinked his eyes and turned his eyes to the honest boy beside Cao Zheng, "Who is this?"
"My new disciple, named Yin Qiu, happened to be the Invincible Divine Sword Sect received an invitation from the Immortal Ascension Conference, so he brought him here to see the knowledge."
Cao Zheng’s Invincible Divine Sword Sect, she went to check after returning to the sect. There was really this sect in the earth world in a moment.
Although the name is a bit weird, it is indeed a serious sect.
However, there are very few disciples, only a few.
The boy was as old as hers, wearing a coarse cloth shirt and was dirty all over. I don’t know which mud pond she had rolled in, and she looked a little dull.
Seeing that the boy's mind had floated away from the sky, Cao Zheng raised his hand and slashed it on the boy's head, "At a young age, you have learned to wander around the sky? Say hello to Sister Lin quickly!"
The boy came to his senses, looked at Lin Yanli, who was half a head shorter than him, and bowed with both hands and said, "Hello, Sister Lin."
"Hey, okay." Lin Yanli was full of enthusiasm, "Mr. Cao has good teaching, you, a disciple, have a good understanding."
"He is far inferior to his granddaughter." Cao Zheng snorted lightly.
Lin Yanli greeted Cao Zheng for a while, and was urged by several worshippers in the hall several times, and pushed his hand to bid farewell to Cao Zheng.
When he entered the hall, a white-clothed venerable came forward immediately. He bowed and asked, "If you register and make a book, you need a fellow Taoist to show your invitation and the sect's seal."
Sect emblems are the nicknames of sect marks, also called sect patterns, but the names of different realms are different.
Lin Yanli took out a wooden box from the storage bag, and handed the invitation in the wooden box and the eight blood-colored plum blossoms hanging from his waist into the white sacred offering.
After taking the white sermon, after carefully looking at the invitation, he reached out to take a golden brush from the desk table beside him.
Hold the pen and put it down.
The golden brush was dotted in the middle of the plum blossom, adding a hint of inspiration to Lin Yanli's pendant.
"Please give the sect's emblem to the "finishing" the sect's emblem."
After a while of trouble, the Thousand Demon Sect registered and became the first Demonic Sect to participate in the grand event of Zhengyi Sect.
The white-clothed worshiper put down the golden brush pavilion and took out a jade slip from the wooden box and said, "There is a map of the island on it. I hope that all fellow Taoists can abide by the island rules. Please go to the martial arts fairground below..."
Lin Yanli took the jade slip, bowed to the white-clothed offering sacrifice, and turned around and walked out of the hall.
The white-clothed worshipper watched Lin Yanli and others walk away, then looked up at the corner of the hall.
A middle-aged monk appeared quietly there, the elder surnamed Zhu who had just met Lin Yanli and others.
"Don't worry, I have already made the Taoist Dharma. As long as they don't leave the island, we will take the lead."
The elder surnamed Zhu gently tapped the ground and said a little depressedly: "I don't know what those seniors thought, but they would actually send invitations to a Demonic Sect."
"Since everyone has come, there is no reason to stop them outside. It is just treated as a normal sect."
"That's all."
After Lin Yanli and his group left the hall, they went straight to the martial arts ceremony that the white-clothed worshiper said.
At the Ascension Conference, so many monks from the mountains gathered on the island, of course, there was a fight.
The sects are fighting, and the monks are betting on each other, demonstrating the sect’s heritage and showing their own style in the martial arts arena.
Walking into the martial arts field, a wave of heat hits my face.
Looking up, there was a water mirror in front of me, and there were two sword cultivators in the mirror.
A man with a tall black suit and a big sword, and a yellow-colored spiritual energy looks steady and honest.
Another man with a blue shirt and a sword, shining with a green light, and his momentum was amazing.
"This Yue Qing is famous for his fast sword. Wen Ju's giant sword looks a little heavier. Wouldn't it be beaten by Yue Qing?"
"No, although Wen Ju's sword is heavy, its speed is not slow at all. Moreover, he learned from the Gutong Gate of Quanzhou in the West. It is a fairy known for its defense. It is hard to say who wins and loses."
The surroundings of the discussion came into Lin Yanli's ears, and his eyes lit up.
When fighting, she likes to watch fights the most.
I immediately led everyone to a good-looking position and sat down, stretched my head and looked into the martial arts field.
There are barriers everywhere in the martial arts stadium, and there are two five-level worshippers in the air exploring the stadium. One is responsible for determining the outcome, and the other is responsible for the safety of the lives of the people in the stadium.
The two of them can fight with all their skills without worrying about their lives.
The two sword cultivators lived on the stage. The sword cultivator named Yue Qing had a long sword in his hand. His skills were obviously mainly fast and sharp.
The big sword swordsman called Wenru has a yellowish spiritual energy that covers the whole body to defend against attracting attention.
In one competition, the two played for two quarters of a year.
In the martial arts field, there were crisscrossing swords, and the flying swords were slashing and killing in the air. The splashing Lingling star collided on the formations around the martial arts field, stirring up waves of golden ripples.
Lin Yanli narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at the flying sword running in the field, and calculated the outcome of the two. Soon she leaned back comfortably on the back of the chair and stretched.
The temperature is about to lose.
Sure enough, after a stick of incense, Yue Qing's Feng Ling sword held back Wen Zu's throat.
"You lost."
Wen Yu's face was dark and his head was slightly lowered: "I'm willing to bow down."
The fifth-level monk floating in the air was an old man. Seeing that the two of them had a chance to win and lose, he raised his finger and twisted his finger to separate the two, and then slowly raised a red flag in the air, "The winner is Yizi - Yue Qing win!"
Lu Gui crossed his legs, shook the jade bone paper fan in his hand, and said leisurely: "It's interesting to ascension to the Immortal Conference. It's fair to both sides place bets and win with their strength."
But this fairness is not absolute.
The major sects must have greater advantages than those small sects.
As a gong sounded, two more monks fell from the rostrum. Lin Yanli looked up and found that one of them was Hu Si, who moved forward with enthusiasm.