The vast area above Xiaoxitian Temple is divided into nine camps. Among them, the camps in the eight directions are not much different. Only the Tianxuan camp where Qin Xuan is located has a much smaller number, with only a few dozen people.
Compared with any other force, Tianxuan's camp is naturally extremely strong, but compared with a continent, it seems too weak. After all, they don't have many forces gathered together, and there are many people scattered in other places.
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"Our numbers are too small, and we don't seem to have any advantage." Ye Tianxuan said softly, with a trace of worry in his beautiful eyes.
"It doesn't matter, not everyone is qualified to participate in the disciple recruitment conference. The vast majority of people here are just spectators. There are only a few hundred people who actually participate in the conference." Qin Xuan looked at Ye Tianxuan and said, for example, Jiang Tianxing, Bai Dan
Lin Qi and others were unable to attend the disciple recruitment meeting.
"I understand." Ye Tianxuan nodded obediently.
Qin Xuan looked around, looking in one direction. The number of people in that camp was the smallest except for them, only about a hundred people. However, the aura it exuded was extremely powerful. People in other areas around it
They didn't dare to go near that area, they seemed a little afraid of those people.
"Senior, do you know which continent that area corresponds to?" Qin Xuan looked at Jiang Tianxing beside him and asked.
Jiang Tianxing looked in the direction pointed by Qin Xuan. When he saw those people, his eyes showed a hint of thinking, and then he shook his head and said: "If I guessed correctly, it should be Youxuan Continent."
"Youxuan Continent." Qin Xuan's eyes suddenly froze when he heard the name. He naturally did not forget that Gu Jiuge came from Youxuan Continent.
As far as he knew, the Moko Ancient Clan almost controlled the entire Youxuan Continent and was the absolute overlord of the Youxuan Continent. Naturally, there would not be many forces coming to the Moko Region to participate in the disciple recruitment conference.
"I wonder if Gu Jiuge will come." A thought flashed through Qin Xuan's mind, but then he gave it up.
Given the strong and domineering style of the Mokogu tribe, they would probably not allow their holy son to attend such a conference. Moreover, Gu Jiuge wanted to die and was unwilling to cause further killings. He would not compete with others if he came.
At this moment, a figure walked out from the crowd below, stepping on the void. It seemed to be a monk. When he walked out, he immediately attracted the attention of many people.
In addition to wearing a sloppy cassock, what surprised everyone was that this person actually had a broken arm. He looked very uncoordinated and did not look like an emperor-level figure no matter how he looked.
But even if they think so, judging from the invisible aura emanating from the figure with the severed arm, this person must be a hidden strong man. Anyone who underestimates him will definitely suffer in his hands.
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The eyes of countless people followed the steps of the monk with the broken arm, and saw him walking in the direction of Qin Xuan step by step. This made their faces look strange. Could it be that this monk was also like him?
Are they together?
Nowadays, Qin Xuan's camp can be regarded as the most special existence in this disciple recruitment conference. It is independent from the eight continents. This has never happened before.
At this time, Qin Xuan also looked at the monk with the broken arm, a friendly smile bloomed in his eyes, and he cupped his fists and said, "Master, long time no see."
"The young monk said before that my fate with the donor is not over yet, and it is inevitable to see each other again." The armless monk clasped his hands together and said with a smile. This person was the armless ascetic Qin Xuan met in Nanxiao City.
We said goodbye once, but we meet again today.
"Master, why do you want to come to my place?" Qin Xuan looked at the other party with doubtful eyes and asked.
"Donor Qin doesn't need to call me Little Monk Master. I really can't afford it. Little Monk's name is Kongjian. Donor Qin can just call me by my name from now on." Kongjian said. Naturally, he also heard about Qin Xuan's deeds.
What he saw in Nanxiao City that day was that the young man in front of him seemed simple and low-key, but in fact he was unparalleled.
"Master Kongjian is so polite." Qin Xuan waved his hand and said, "Master hasn't answered my question yet."
"The young monk took the liberty of wanting to join Qin Donor's camp. I wonder if Qin Donor is willing to take him in." Kong Jian looked at Qin Xuan sincerely. Qin Xuan couldn't help but look stunned. Join his camp?
Is this serious?
"There are eight continents here. Isn't Master among these eight continents?" Qin Xuan asked with some confusion.
"Since converting to Buddhism, I have no source. All I want in my heart is to practice Buddhism and experience life. Compared with the other eight camps, the young monk hopes to enter Qin Donor's camp, but I don't know what Qin Donor thinks."
Kong Jian spoke again.
"Fortunately, Master Kongjian will not give up and is willing to join us. How can Qin refuse?" Qin Xuan said with a smile, and then stretched out his hand to make an invitation gesture to welcome Kongjian to join.
Then Qin Xuan introduced Kong Jian to Ye Tianqi and others, and the group of people quickly got to know each other.
"The poor monk also wants to join in the fun!"
At this time, an extremely bold voice came. Qin Xuan turned his eyes and saw a figure in a white cassock coming from one direction. The five-color Buddha light lingered behind him, exuding an extremely strong fighting aura.
Just looking at him made people feel a sense of oppression.
"It's him!" Many people in the crowd looked shocked, obviously recognizing this Buddhist cultivator.
That day in front of the Buddha statue, this man forced himself into the queue and defeated several strong men in succession. He acted extremely domineeringly and decisively. What was even more speechless was that this guy acted as if he was taking it for granted afterwards, speaking righteously as if he had done nothing wrong at all.
They still remember the scene that day very clearly.
"Dou Zhan!" Qin Xuan looked at the Buddhist cultivator who was approaching, with a hint of surprise in his eyes. He didn't expect him to come too.
"The young monk also wants to join your side, don't you have any objections to Donor Qin?" Douzhan said with a gentle face, with a harmless expression on his face, as if he was a Buddhist cultivator with compassion.
"Of course you're welcome." Qin Xuan nodded with a smile.
At this time, Douzhan looked at the crowd behind Qin Xuan, a deep meaning flashed in his eyes, and asked Qin Xuan softly: "Are they all from there?"
Douzhan knew Qin Xuan's origin, and the place he was pointing to was Tianxuan Continent.
"Exactly." Qin Xuan responded.
Douzhan nodded lightly, without asking any more questions, and then walked towards the crowd. When he walked next to Sora Jian, his eyes froze for a moment, and then a meaningful smile appeared on his face, which was regarded as a slap in the face.
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Sora Jian also nodded slightly towards him. Although the two of them did not communicate verbally, they seemed to be familiar with each other.
The crowd's eyes were looking in the direction of Qin Xuan, and most of them were curious. Two Buddhist cultivators joined them in succession and gave up on Xiaoxitian Temple. This was really hard for them to see through.