Sheng Luan felt that she had solved a big problem, and she felt refreshed and slept soundly all night.
Yan Feng was in a miserable state. He tossed and turned all night, giggling foolishly from time to time, and then quickly covering his mouth.
The next day, everyone got up early and left the tent, ready to take a walk at the foot of Kunlun Mountain. Only Yan Feng was left with a pair of panda eyes.
Bai Chengze asked curiously,
"Brother, you didn't sleep well?"
Even if a monk didn't sleep all night, he wouldn't be so tired.
He looked like he had been hollowed out by some evil spirit.
Thinking of this, Bai Chengze asked slyly,
"Brother, you haven't encountered any vixen recently, have you?"
Yan Feng was stunned for a moment, then he slapped him on the shoulder after realizing what was happening.
"You are so disrespectful~"
But everyone could see that he was in a good mood.
In the early morning, the sunshine on the plateau is brighter, and its warmth shines into every corner, trying to wash away all the dirt and unevenness.
As the sun rose, a group of people came from the east, walking on the sunshine.
They were wearing wine-red robes, with shiny bare heads, and their hands were clasped together, looking solemn and intimidating.
Yan Feng asked subconsciously,
"Could this be someone from Tianmo Temple?"
Yan Luo shook his head.
"This group of people are pure and upright in Buddhism, they are not the Tianmo Temple."
Xi Ling explained,
"They are monks from the Yanhui Temple in the Central Plains."
Unlike Tianmo Temple, Yanhui Temple was already very popular before the natural disaster and is a true holy place for Buddhists.
As soon as the monks from Yanhui Temple appeared, the people there surrounded them frantically.
"Please, please give us something to eat, we are really starving to death."
A group of people blocked their way.
They believe that Buddhism is compassionate.
The leading monk was moved when he saw so many people surrounding him, but he sighed and said helplessly,
"Dear donors, we don't have that much food. In troubled times, you still have to rely on yourself."
"Master, please give us first. We have a patient who is dying. Please give us emergency help first!"
"No, give it to us first. We have children. They are ignorant and cry every day because they are hungry. Their throats have been damaged from crying!"
Seeing that everyone was still arguing, the monk closed his eyes and said
"Amitabha"
Then he led all the disciples to fly out of the encirclement and landed directly on the inner side of many sects.
In this way, the people cannot reach them.
Seeing this, Sheng Luan couldn't help but complain,
"I thought they would cut their own flesh to save people~"
Xi Ling said,
"They are just kind and don't hurt anyone. They are not stupid."
"That's right~"
In addition to Yanhui Temple, there were several other forces that came today, and Yan Luo also saw the Nanwu tribe.
The most accomplished person in the Southern Witch Clan is a disciple at the peak of the True Martial Realm. They still wear a big black cloak. No one is willing to live with them, and they also know their own limitations and stay in a corner.
The open space at the foot of Kunlun Mountain was specially cleared by Lu Xugong. In order to hold this exchange meeting, they drove the people who originally depended on this place away a mile.
Luxu Palace was built with its back against Kunlun Mountain. Even though it was far away, Yan Luo could occasionally see figures passing by in the white corridor.
The day before the exchange meeting started, old acquaintances such as Qingshan School and Tianmo Temple showed up.
Yan Luo took a closer look at Tianmo Temple.
I saw that Chang Lu, the leader of Tianmo Temple, had actually reached the late stage of Yaoguang Realm.
She narrowed her eyes slightly.
To achieve this level of cultivation in such a short period of time, Tianmo Temple had brought harm to countless people.
The originally pure Buddhist teachings in Chang Lu's body could hardly suppress the blood and energy in his body.
Even people who don't know what Tianmo Temple has done can sense the weirdness of Chang Lu and all the monks in Tianmo Temple.
Especially Yanhui Temple,
Monk Fadu frowned tightly, and no one knew what he was thinking.
When the people from the Qingshan Sect saw the Fuguang Palace and the Jinglian Sect, they felt extremely friendly and of course squeezed over.
Especially in Fuguang Palace, the disciples of the two families are very close.
Li Ruo looked around and didn't see Shu Tianxu, so she asked,
"Why didn't Shu Tianxu come?"
Yan Feng said,
"Looking after the house."
Li Ruo curled her lips.
"What a pity, I can't see the fun. I'll go find him and show off later~"
Li Wei felt relieved when she saw Yan Luo's cultivation had greatly improved and he looked calm.
Ten years ago, Yan Bao fell off a cliff, and he was afraid that Yan Luo would be frustrated because of this, but fortunately everything is normal.
"Master Yan Luo, congratulations."
When one's cultivation reaches the Yaoguang Realm, one enters the ranks of the powerful. In the heyday of the immortal cultivation world ten thousand years ago, this would allow one to establish a school and recruit disciples.
That's why he is called a true person.
Yan Luo smiled and said,
"Master Li Wei is really amazing. He has actually reached the middle stage of Yaoguang Realm."
Li smiled slightly.
During the past ten years, he practiced without slacking off for even a moment, leaving all the sect affairs to others.
He was afraid that one day he would not be able to protect the people he wanted to protect.
"You two should stop flattering each other and pack up quickly. We will go to Luxu Palace together tomorrow."
Xi Ling interrupted them.
Speaking of Luxu Palace, Yan Luo said,
"I won't go there tomorrow. I'll take them to watch and learn from them downstairs."
Li Wei said,
"Don't you want Fuguang Palace to appear openly in front of everyone? This is a good opportunity."
Yan Feng echoed,
"Yes, since we are a sect, we can't hide away. I will take my disciples there tomorrow!"
Seeing this, Yan Luo said nothing.
In addition to the dozen or so forces that existed before the natural disaster, there were also some unfamiliar faces, who probably had the same idea.
Everyone slept well at night. When they woke up in the morning, Lu Xugong had already built an arena in front of their palace, which was closest to the foot of Kunlun Mountain.
The disciples of Luxu Palace were guarding below the arena.
Yan Luo quickly washed up and changed into a slim-fitting leather jacket and leather pants.
Everyone walked towards the ring in an orderly manner.
There is a row of chairs above the arena. After the young disciple asks the identities of the people who have come before, he will invite the leader of each team to sit there.
The others found their own spots under the ring.
When it was Fuguang Palace's turn, the young disciple asked,
"Do you have an invitation?"
Yan Feng said,
"No."
The young disciple was not surprised and just said,
"Then please tell us where you are from, the power behind you, and your position."
Yan Feng said,
"Huainan Mountain Range, Lotus Peak, Fuguang Palace, Palace Master."
The young disciple thought about it quickly and realized that he had never heard of the name Fuguang Palace.
There was a look of disgust on his face.
"Okay, registration is complete, you all can go downstairs."
Yan Feng raised his eyebrows,
"Isn't it the team leader who should sit up there?"
It's not that Yan Feng is willing to sit on it, but it concerns the reputation of the entire Fuguang Palace.
The young disciple said disdainfully,
"There aren't enough seats up there, so you guys just have to make do with what you have!"
Yan Feng was angry and was about to argue with him when Sheng Luan pulled him away.