Peerless Battle Spirit - 1693. The first thousand six hundred and ninety-three chapters

Soon after, on the summit of Nuo Da, all the cultivators gathered.

The four types of seats representing different levels were all seated more than half of them. When many monks looked up and looked forward, they only felt as if they were in a crowd of people, and they seemed very small.

A series of divine thoughts swept towards Qin Nan one after another, some were swept away, and some simply stopped on Qin Nan.

Qin Nan’s expression remained the same, he circulated the celestial pupils of the god of war in secret, and his gaze flicked across the blue dragon wooden chairs.

Those who can sit on the Qinglong wooden chair, except for those who participated in the war, are either world-famous geniuses or possess the cultivation base of the earth immortal or above.

After a few breaths, Qin Nan stared at him.

Just across from him, very far away, was a woman wearing a white fairy dress, black hair curled up high, a delicate face, fair skin, and three mysterious fairy swords sitting cross-legged with her eyes closed.

Even though there are countless monks talking to each other around her, it is very noisy, but the ethereal temperament that she exudes makes her very conspicuous, like a white lotus in the mud.

“This woman should be Yan Qingyan, one of the Seven Sons of Heaven and Earth mentioned by Senior Blood Eye, and is the first true biography of the Reincarnation Sect.”

Qin Nan nodded secretly.

The Seven Sons of Heaven and Earth are indeed not vulgar. Most cultivators, or geniuses of the world, after being promoted to the immortal, have at most the four-fold cultivation base of the immortal, but this woman possesses the six-fold cultivation base of the immortal.

Suddenly, Yan Qingyan’s eyelids moved slightly and slowly opened, just to meet Qin Nan’s gaze. She was not surprised, nor did she say much, she clasped her fists in her hands and bowed.

Qin Nan also returned a gift, and he couldn’t help but feel a little confused. He suppressed the Huajian Dao of the Samsara Sect. Not only did the other party have no malice towards him, how could there be a hint of goodwill?

Qin Nan didn’t think much, and looked away.

The remaining four people are also extremely eye-catching among this crowd.

Sima Xunbei, the first true disciple of Chengtianying Huajiao, also has a six-fold cultivation base of human beings and immortals, wearing a blue robe and holding an immortal fan.

This was supposed to be a gentleman, but his eyes turned around on the young girl, and the conversation was even more unsightly, causing all the male students to laugh.

Zhao Kuo, the Seventh Level of Human Immortal cultivation, is a casual cultivator.

According to the blood-eyed immortal, he is the reincarnation of a heavenly immortal under the command of an ancient supreme, no small matter.

The third Huangfuhou made Qin Nan take a second look.

He has the Seventh Level of Human Immortal cultivation, and he is the first true disciple of the Qiongyu Taihuang Sect. His whole body is exuding a chill of ice, like ten thousand years of profound ice. Qin Nan can’t help but think of that one. Peerless woman.

The last one was once handed over with Qin Nan. Wu Huisheng, the first true disciple of Zhu Daomen, after he was promoted to the immortal, he also reached the status of the seventh-level human immortal.

“Qin Nan, you really didn’t disappoint me! But, don’t forget the agreement between us.” Wu Huisheng sent a divine thought, and there was a strange color in his indifferent eyes and a touch of war intent.

The last battle ended suddenly, leaving him in his throat all the time. Over the years, he tossed and turned, and he couldn’t even practice meditation.

Qin Nan smiled faintly and nodded.

“You impressed me. How long has it been since I came to the Nine Heavens Immortal Territory, and now so many people want to kill you.”

Meng Jiugong, who had been disappearing, suddenly appeared next to Qin Nan and sat down and snorted softly.

Qiu Hong, who was sitting on the other side of Qin Nan, immediately looked wary.

Qin Nan was taken aback for a moment, scanned a few times, and found Wan Xiao who had been hiding in the white jade seat, shook his head, and said lightly: “The body of the fortune of the young master is also very impressive.”

Meng Jiugong’s expression instantly solidified, and he gritted his teeth. He hadn’t noticed before that Qin Nan’s mouth was also quite damaged.

On the side, Qiu Hong sneered and said, “Shouldn’t the Young Sect Master’s noble status sit on the Xianlong Purple Chair? How come here now?”

Meng Jiugong glanced at him with a hint of arrogance in his expression, and said: “There have been too many things that happened before, and I haven’t told you. As for the unbelievers, then I will let you pick up two celestial blessings.”

Hearing this, Qin Nan suddenly felt guilty.

He hadn’t forgotten this bet at all, but it was two celestial blessings, how could he not want it?

However, he hasn’t completely ascended to the immortal yet. In the battle of the first immortal, when he allows the last trace of divine power to completely transform into immortal power, everyone will surely see it.

That’s why he pretended to have forgotten, but he didn’t expect Meng Jiugong to be so sincere, and he took the initiative to come to the door, which made him very embarrassed.

“Dear fellow daoists, I’m really sorry, I’m a step late!”

At this moment, a hearty voice rang across the mountain.

All the monks subconsciously looked up and saw a handsome young man with a smile on his face, a middle-aged man with a stern face, and a woman in Tsing Yi stepping from the void.

“See Fengchen palm ambassador, Rongwang palm ambassador, Yue Jue palm ambassador!”

At this moment, the magnates and disciples of the 13th National Congress of the Supreme Orthodoxy all stood up and bowed their hands in salute.

Even the Floating Immortal King and other overlords of the world, as well as Meng Jiugong, are the same.

“These three are the masters of Qiongyu Taihuangzong, Tianxu Ancestor Sect, and Sanqing Ancient Sect?”

A strange color flashed in Qin Nan’s eyes.

The so-called ambassador is the ambassador of the teaching.

In general, in all the supreme orthodoxy, the head teacher will not easily show up for big and small things. They all appoint a person closest to him as the head of command and convey their will. For example, this is the case. The battle of the first immortal.

Although the cultivation bases of the major ambassadors are only at the level of the world overlord, their status and status are far from comparable to other world overlords.

“Haha, you don’t have to be polite. It is an honor for you to be able to come to our Qiongyu Taihuangzong for a long distance.”

Fenghua Palm laughed, waved his hand, and quickly took his seat.

The invisible demeanor, as well as the conversation, etc., all make people feel like a spring breeze. I only feel that this hand-man is approachable and has no pretensions.

This also made a lot of San Xiu who had a low cultivation base slightly relieved.

“Well, let’s not say anything else.”

After the Fenghua commander and a group of overlords had greeted them, their expressions were a little more correct, and they looked at everyone: “I represent the commander now and hereby announce that the battle of the first immortal has officially begun!”

After speaking, he glanced at Qin Nan, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

I have to say that this brave boy is really a big blessing for him.