Cheng Jinnan was also in a dilemma. On one hand, there was the Shenmu clan behind the Cheng family, and on the other hand, the Holy Lord of the Shenmu clan is now the Holy Lord. He knew who he should listen to.

But the key to the question is who should I choose? As the guide of the Divine Wood Saint Xuanyuan on the earth, Cheng Cheng was denied by Feng Hao. Could it be that he was so old?

Even if he wants, the Holy Son of Shenmu is not happy.

Feng Hao glanced at Cheng Jinnan with a hesitant look and said, "I have chosen you. When the Immortal Welcoming Conference is over, let that divine wood boy go down from the realm!"

Cheng Jinnan's eyes lit up and nodded, "It's so great, I thanked Lord Holy Lord!"

"Um!"

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

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

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

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

...

At the same time, all the ancient cultivation tribes on the land of China began to gradually emerge at the invitation of the Dragon Group, and sent out the most talented outstanding disciples of their respective families and the elders of their tribes.

The reason why the clan elders rushed over was probably because everyone knew some clues and knew that there were strong people from the fairy world who came down to earth, so they rushed over with half of their feet in the soil.

If you can obtain fortune, your life span may be able to live a few more years, or even... the gate of the fairy world may be opened for them.

So, an extremely strange scene occurred at the Pudong Airport in the past two days. Young people accompanied the old man with white hair to the magic city. Those who didn't know thought it was an elderly tour group.

The members of the Long Group who picked up the plane drove the luxurious Maybach and Lincoln to lengthen the hotel and took the representatives of the ancient Xiuzhen clan who came to the hotel.

Time flies by, and the Immortal Welcoming Conference held on the top floor of Jinmao Building was officially held, and representatives from the ancient Chinese cultivation clan also arrived as promised.

The Chinese authorities also dispatched special forces to maintain order and unpredictable risks. Zhao Yang, who is almost half of Feng Hao's friend, also participated in this Immortal Welcoming Conference.

The Immortal Welcoming Conference is like a grand reception.

Feng Hao, who had arrived at Jinmao Building with Cheng Jinnan and the other two early, saw Zhao Yang wearing the Cultivation Alliance at first sight.

Feng Hao smiled at the corner of his mouth. It seemed that Zhao Yang was still capable, and he could even get an identity in such an occasion.

As far as Feng Hao knows, each ancient cultivation clan had only three shares at most during this Immortal Welcoming Conference, and the Cultivation Alliance had only five places in total, but he still got one of them.

Many representatives of the ancient cultivator who came in advance met familiar people and were used to bowing in the form of a practitioner.

Feng Hao and Cheng Cheng sat in the rest area beside him, looking at the representatives of the ancient cultivator tribes coming and going, and always felt that these people in different costumes were like attending a masquerade. If everyone was wearing a mask, it would be more like

.

At the same time, there is also a sense of déjà vu that the eight major sects besieged Guangmingding.

Feng Hao's divine thoughts quietly swept through these ancient cultivators of the Cultivation Clan. The highest cultivation level was the stage of transformation, which was similar to Cheng Jinnan, the old man of the Cheng family.

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

The weakest cultivation level also reached the Nascent Soul, and each of them was a arrogant young hero. From time to time, his eyes always glanced at Cheng Cheng, and a hint of lust appeared in his eyes.

Since Cheng Cheng was rescued by Feng Hao with his original power, his temperament is like a fairy who fell into the mortal world. With his current cultivation progressing rapidly, he has an invisible temperament that charms all living beings. Even if these young heroes are gifted,

It's also hard to resist.

"I don't know what kind of disciple this junior sister is? My name is Duanmu Yang, and I come from Yulong Snow Mountain."

At this moment, a handsome guy in a suit and tie brought a smile to his lips and walked over with a wine glass. His behavior was very decent, and his appearance was not a popular young star.

If it were an ordinary person, he would probably get hot all over and couldn't help but want to take off his clothes.

But when he met Cheng Cheng, Cheng Cheng, who could only pretend to be alone in his heart, naturally disdained the handsome guys of the ancient clan.

Feng Hao looked at Cheng Cheng with a smile. As for the handsome guy in the ancient clan, he was ignored by him.

Duanmu Yang saw that Cheng Cheng didn't pay attention to him, and instead of being angry, he was used to seeing popular celebrities who threw themselves into his arms and Internet celebrities who spoke up for him. He seemed to be full of coldness towards Cheng Cheng's fairy temperament.

The woman with a breath has an irresistible sense of conquest.

He wanted to climb Chengcheng, the cold snow-capped mountain, and then sweat freely on him.

"Yulong Snow Mountain is the five holy places for practice. I don't know if the junior sister is..."

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

Buzz!

In an instant, Duanmu Yang only felt his head buzzing, and he was stunned in place, while the young disciples of other ancient clans also looked here, looking like they were watching the show.

There are twenty-six ancient cultivators, the Duanmu family in Yulong Snow Mountain can rank among the top five, and Duanmu Yang is also a genius of the ancient cultivator in China.

But unexpectedly, today I lost all my face in front of a face-to-face female monk.

In fact, the twenty-six ancient cultivators all secretly contact each other, and occasionally hold some discussion meetings to take out the spiritual treasures from their respective families as prizes, so they have some impression of those with the original intention of qualifications.

But Cheng Cheng... is not considered a true person from the ancient cultivation clan, but his mother is the adopted daughter of Cheng Jinnan, the clan elder. She has been left in Huashan Hotel before and has been trained. Except for the disciples of the ancient Chinese clan, they know Cheng Cheng.

In addition, other ancient cultivators did not know her existence at all.

"You told me to get out? Haha!"

Duanmu Yang's face turned into a pig's liver color, especially the eyes of the monks of the same generation at the cocktail party were particularly dazzling, and he almost couldn't help but want to kill someone.

After laughing twice, a trace of violence appeared deep in Duanmu Yang's eyes. He didn't care about the identity of this nameless female monk at the moment. Only good governance is the king.

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

"snort!"

Cheng Cheng is no longer the weak woman he used to be. He snorted coldly, and a murderous intent flashed through his eyes. His body flew up from the sky from the sand. His five fingers poked out. Five green silk threads directly wrapped around Duanmu Poplar, like spider silk, turning Duanmu Poplar

It was made into a big dumpling.

hiss!
Chapter completed!