Chapter 1,275 Meeting an Acquaintance (Second Update)

Everyone in the Four Nine Immortals Sect was a little excited.

"Wait a minute, we will be able to see strong men from all over the world?" Long Aotian said with excitement on his face as his fighting spirit surged.

"I would like to see how many familiar faces there are in this new Taichu Continent." Xiao Tu was also very curious, with a gentle smile on his face.

"It's truly worthy of being in Heaven. The top forces are just different." Tang Ximen said with emotion.

"If our Four Nine Immortals Sect could hold a celebration of this level, I don't know how much money we could make." Xiao Ze was a little jealous.

An Lin took a breath and said excitedly: "I'm afraid the gift alone can exceed 100 million, right!?"

"More than that, if we can expand the scope of invitations and organize more activities, the revenue can easily exceed 100 million." Liu Qianhuan said excitedly.

"It's useless for us to think about this now. We still need to work hard to make the sect stronger." Xuanyuan Cheng seemed to have ignited his fighting spirit, looking up at the sky, his desire as high as the sky.

"The road to wealth for our sect is right in front of us. We still need to work tirelessly to create greater glory!" An Lin made a concluding speech as the sect leader.

"come on!"

Su Qianyun raised her fist and spoke softly.

"come on!"

"come on!"

The other members of the sect shouted to cheer themselves up.

Lin Junjun: "..."

By the way, is the topic of discussion biased? Why did things develop differently than she thought?

What about praising and envying heaven as promised? Why did the style of painting suddenly change to the topic of how to make money from the celebration? !

What is your pursuit? Where is your moral integrity? !

Lin Junjun kept roaring in his heart, but still had an elegant girl-like smile on his face.

The Peach Conference has not officially started yet.

Everyone was playing together on the small green island.

After finishing the fruits in Wanguoyuan, we went to Tianqiong Pool to play in the water, to Jinyang Mountain to bask in the sun, and to Xuanbing Pagoda to eat ice cream...

Under the leadership of Lin Junjun, we walked and played all the way. Before we knew it, we visited all the interesting attractions on the little green island.

"In front of you is the Sky Palace Hall, which is the main venue for the Pan Peach Conference. Two thousand representatives will spend the most unforgettable celebration in your life inside!" Lin Junjun introduced.

In front of everyone, an extremely magnificent palace appeared in sight.

It is made of the most exquisite fairy jade. The main colors are white and gold. It looks holy and solemn. It is hundreds of meters high and covers an extremely large area.

An Lin felt that this palace could easily accommodate tens of thousands of people, let alone thousands of people.

"Hi, An Lin, we meet again!" Suddenly there was a trembling sound behind him.

An Lin turned around and saw several stone men walking towards him with smiles on their faces.

"Senior Yue Dou!" He greeted hurriedly, and at the same time looked at Hong Dou with a half-smile, and said, "Hong Dou, your kid can actually participate in the Peach Conference?"

Hong Dou's face turned red when he was told, and the fire in his chest burned brightly: "Don't look down on the stone, why can't I participate? I am the top genius of the younger generation in the field of creation!"

"Yes, yes, you are a genius." An Lin said perfunctorily.

The ramen monster on the side stretched out his ramen noodles and wrapped them around Hong Dou's neck. He laughed loudly and said, "I have watched this kid grow up. Although his breakthrough in realm is not fast, his basic Dao roots are extremely solid. One step at a time, I hope to become a top powerhouse in the future!”

An Lin looked at his body being covered by a red and white bowl like clothes. The soup inside was rippling and the noodles were like a monster with dancing tentacles. He asked with a look of surprise on his face: "Who are you?"

Yue Dou laughed loudly and introduced: "I forgot to mention, this is the Holy King of Ramen, the top power in the late stage of returning to the void in the Creation Hall, and the strongest man in Ramen!"

An Lin opened his mouth wide and looked at the Ramen Monster in shock: "Nice to meet you, nice to meet you..."

Ye Ling drooled on the side: "It smells so good!"

The Holy King of Ramen, the whole body exudes the fragrance of ramen, which is very mellow.

That should be its body scent.

Tang Ximen looked desperate, he was worse than ramen now!

The other members of the Four Nine Immortals Sect were either shocked or looking at the ramen in front of them in surprise.

But the world is so big that there are many wonders.

Even a snail can become a mythical beast, and it seems reasonable that ramen will return to the void.

The representative of the white fox clan, Bai Muyu, also came.

She pulled Bai Yao and scolded in a low voice: "Look, are you bullying the clown again? Look, the clown has lost weight!"

Bai Yao blushed with embarrassment and whispered hesitantly.

When An Lin saw this scene, he was thoughtful, took Xu Xiaolan's green and delicate little hand, and said: "Xiaolan, look, I will never regret that my clothes are getting wider and wider, and I will make you look haggard... How happy is the clown?" Ah, when have I been so happy with him?"

Xiaolan was stunned for a moment and understood instantly.

She pinched An Lin's arm with a look of embarrassment and said angrily: "Look at your virtue! Dirty! Shameless!"

Tina and Ye Ling blinked in confusion. They didn't know why Xu Xiaolan wanted to scold An Lin. Did he say something wrong?

Only Dabai laughed and watched with gusto.

"Sect Master Anlin." A clear call came from the distance.

An Lin turned around and saw ten richly dressed people walking towards him.

There was a woman in purple who was leading the way, with a peach-like face and a bright smile, and she waved to herself.

"Princess Xiang Qingya." An Lin smiled lightly as a greeting.

Xiang Qingya walked up to him, with an elegant posture, bowed respectfully, and said softly: "Master An Lin, I have not yet properly repaid your kindness that day. I brought some gifts today, I hope you can accept them."

As she spoke, she took out a ring from her ring and handed it to An Lin.

An Lin accepted it without hesitation, as he usually accepted all gifts.

"I am the emperor of the Fengming royal family, Xiang Fengyi. Thank you again, Master An Lin, for saving my daughter's life that day." A man with a refined appearance led the others to thank An Lin solemnly, with a very friendly attitude.

An Lin was also happy to make more allies and talked happily.

Not long after, an extremely terrifying momentum suddenly made the surrounding air stagnate.

An Lin even felt as if someone was holding a sword against his heart!

Extreme danger, extremely terrifying threat of death!

An Lin has not yet started to move.

Liu Qianhuan's voice sounded, almost angrily yelling: "Liu Mingxuan, are you crazy? This is the Heavenly Palace, what do you want to do?"

The pressure suddenly disappeared.

An Lin slowly turned around and saw a handsome man with fluttering clothes, leading nearly 30 powerful sword cultivators walking towards him.

It turned out to be the Tianjian Sect, one of the four major sects in the Jiuzhou Realm!

"Liu Mingxuan, if you do this again next time, don't come to the Peach Festival." Lin Junjun's pretty face was covered with a layer of frost, and she spoke in a cold voice.

She didn't like someone threatening her friends with momentum in front of her.

"It's just an exchange, and it won't happen again."

Liu Mingxuan smiled cheerfully, and then turned his eyes to An Lin.

"Master An Lin, how are you?" The man asked with a gentle smile, as if the previous things had not happened.

"It's pretty good, but there are too many cultivators who want to enter the Four Nine Immortal Sect recently, and I'm a little too busy." An Lin also responded with a smile.

"Oh? You are responsible for all the random cultivators running over? Does the Four Nine Immortal Sect accept everyone?" Liu Mingxuan was a little surprised.

"There is no distinction between the two. There is gold among the sand. I have to carefully select. For example, I can only recruit disciples like Sun Yuluo who have good qualifications and sword spirits as my disciples." An Lin said casually.

Liu Mingxuan's veins popped out.