Cheng Jinnan was also in a dilemma. On one side was the Shenmu Clan behind the Cheng family, and on the other was the Holy Master who was now the Shenmu Clan. He knew exactly who to listen to.

But the crux of the matter is who to choose. As the person to lead Shenmu Xuanyuan, the Son of Shenmu, on Earth, Cheng Cheng was rejected by Feng Hao. Is it possible that he should be chosen?

Even if he is willing, Shenmu Shengzi is not willing yet.

Feng Hao glanced at Cheng Jinnan, who looked hesitant, and said: "I have selected the emperor for you. When the Immortal Welcome Conference is over, let that Shenmu boy descend to the realm!"

Cheng Jinnan's eyes lit up and he nodded: "That's very good. I thank the Holy Master!"

"Um!"

Feng Hao nodded lightly, and then said: "It's getting late, you all should go back to your room and rest!"

Cheng Jinnan and the other two looked at each other, then turned and left the room.

Cheng Cheng originally wanted to stay a little longer, but after remembering what the clan elder said just now, that Feng Hao was the Holy Lord of the Sacred Tree, she felt that Feng Hao was too far away from her.

It's so far away that it's impossible to keep up with him in this life.

…

At the same time, all the ancient cultivators on the land of China, under the invitation of the Longshi Group, gradually began to emerge and sent out the most talented and outstanding disciples of their respective families, as well as elders of various clans.

The reason why the clan elders rushed here was probably because everyone knew some clues and knew that a strong man from the immortal world had descended to earth, so he rushed over with his body half buried in the ground.

If they can gain good fortune, they may be able to live a few more years, or even... the door to the fairy world may be opened for them.

As a result, an extremely strange scene occurred at SH Pudong Airport in the past two days. One after another, young people accompanied an old man with gray hair to the magical city of SH. Those who didn't know it thought they were an elderly tour group.

The members of the Long Group who picked up the plane, each drove a luxurious Maybach or Lincoln, took the representatives of the ancient Xiu Zhen tribe to the hotel.

Time flew by in the blink of an eye, and the Immortal Welcome Conference held on the top floor of Jinmao Tower was officially held. Representatives from the ancient Chinese cultivators also arrived as scheduled.

The Chinese government also dispatched special forces to maintain order and prevent unpredictable risks. Zhao Yang, who was almost half a friend of Feng Hao, also participated in this welcoming meeting.

The Immortal Welcome Conference is like a grand cocktail party.

Feng Hao, who arrived at Jinmao Tower with Cheng Jinnan and others early, saw Zhao Yang in Cultivation Alliance uniform at a glance.

A smile appeared at the corner of Feng Hao's mouth. It seemed that Zhao Yang was quite capable. He could even get an identity to enter such an occasion.

As far as Feng Hao knew, in this Immortal Welcome Conference, each ancient cultivator clan only had a maximum of three quotas, and the Cultivation Alliance only had a total of five quotas, but they still got one of them.

Many representatives of the ancient cultivators who arrived in advance, when meeting familiar people, habitually bowed their hands in the way of cultivators.

Feng Hao and Cheng Cheng sat in the rest area nearby, looking at the representatives of the ancient cultivators coming and going. They always felt that these people in different costumes were attending a masquerade. It would be more like that if everyone wore a mask.

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At the same time, there is a sense of déjà vu as the eight sects besiege Guangmingding.

Feng Hao's divine thoughts silently swept over these monks from the ancient cultivators. The ones with the highest cultivation level were only at the stage of becoming gods, similar to Cheng Jinnan, the elder of the Cheng family.

It was an old man with white hair, wearing a loose white robe, his eyes were slightly narrowed, and he had an invincible air when he opened and closed them.

The weakest ones have also reached Nascent Soul, and they are all young heroes with arrogant expressions. From time to time, their eyes always glance at Cheng Cheng, with a hint of lust emerging from the depths of their eyes.

Ever since Cheng Cheng was rescued by Feng Hao with his original power, his temperament has been like that of a fairy who has fallen into the mortal world. Coupled with his rapid progress in cultivation, he has an invisible temperament that charms all living beings. Even if these young heroes are extremely talented,

It’s also hard to resist.

"I wonder what clan this junior sister is a disciple of? My name is Duanmu Yang, and I come from Jade Dragon Snow Mountain."

At this moment, a handsome man in a suit and leather shoes walked over with a smile on his face, holding a wine glass. He behaved and spoke very well, and his appearance did not belong to that of a popular young star.

If you were an ordinary person, you would probably feel hot all over and want to take off your clothes.

But when he met Cheng Cheng, Cheng Cheng, who could only pretend to be one person in his heart, naturally dismissed the handsome guy from the ancient tribe who approached him.

Feng Hao looked at Cheng Cheng with a half-smile but not a smile. As for the handsome guy from the ancient tribe, he simply ignored him.

When Duanmu Yang saw that Cheng Cheng was not paying attention to him, he was not angry but happy. He was used to seeing popular celebrities throwing themselves into his arms and Internet celebrities who wanted to have children for him. He seemed to be full of coldness towards Cheng Cheng's fairy temperament.

A woman with a strong aura has an irrepressible sense of conquest.

He wanted to climb the icy snow-capped mountain in Chengcheng and sweat freely on it.

"Jade Dragon Snow Mountain is one of the five holy places for cultivation. I didn't know that Junior Sister is..."

Duanmu Yang spoke again, but this time before he finished speaking, Cheng Cheng said coldly: "Get out!"

Buzz!

In an instant, Duanmu Yang only felt his head buzzing, and he froze on the spot. The other young disciples of the ancient tribe also looked here, as if they were watching a good show.

Among the twenty-six ancient cultivation families, the Duanmu family of Jade Dragon Snow Mountain can be ranked among the top five, and Duanmu Yang is also a genius who is famous among the ancient cultivation families in China.

I just didn't expect that today I would lose all face in front of an unfamiliar female monk.

In fact, the twenty-six major ancient cultivators are all in contact with each other secretly, and occasionally hold some competition meetings, and use the spiritual treasures of their respective families as prizes, so they all have some impressions of those who have the original intention.

But Cheng Cheng... is not really a member of the Ancient Cultivation Clan. It's just that his mother is the adopted daughter of the clan leader Cheng Jinnan, and she has been sent away to the Huashan Hotel for training. Except for the disciples of the Ancient Huaxia Clan who know about Cheng Cheng

Besides, other ancient cultivators don't know about her existence at all.

"You told me to get out? Haha!"

Duanmu Yang's face turned the color of pig liver, especially the glare from the fellow monks at the reception, which made him almost want to kill someone.

After laughing twice, a hint of violence appeared in the depths of Duanmu Yang's eyes. He didn't care about the identity of this unknown female monk at the moment, only good treatment was the way to go.

The big hand stretched out, followed by the dragon shadow, and even a slight dragon roar. In an instant, a majestic wave of spiritual power burst out from Duanmu Yang.

"snort!"

Cheng Cheng is no longer the weak woman she was before. She snorted coldly, a murderous intent flashed across her eyes, her body flew up from the sand, her five fingers stretched out, and five green silk threads were directly wrapped around the Duanmu Yang, like spider silk, pulling the Duanmu Yang around.

Wrap it into a big rice dumpling.

hiss!
Chapter completed!