Shen Lang came to the top of the main peak of Tianyin Mountain, carrying a long jade box on his back.

The entrance to the sect is already open, and many maids in fresh and elegant clothes are welcoming monks who come to watch the ceremony and participate in the son-in-law's selection conference.

Shen Lang was also led to the square of the main peak of Tianyin Mountain by a pretty maid.

The square is tens of thousands of meters in radius, and the ground is covered with special white crystals, which are gorgeous and dazzling.

Looking around, the square was filled with seats, and the layout was like an open-air auction venue.

The first two rows of seats are white jade, which is a special seat for Mahayana monks.

The maid led Shen Lang to the front seat. Shen Lang found a seat at random and sat down and asked the maid to leave directly.

He came early, with few people around the square, and they chatted in groups of three or two.

Shen Lang didn't want to reveal his identity, so he simply closed his eyes and rested in his seat. In this way, even unfamiliar monks would not be able to come up to disturb him.

Just when he sat down not long ago, the young man in white robe just now also came to the seat in front and sat down not far from Shen Lang.

Like Shen Lang, the young man in white robe also began to close his eyes and rest.

Shen Lang couldn't help but glance at the young man in white robe. It was not because of anything else that he felt that the aura in the young man in white robe was too violent and powerful, which made his blood spirit immortal body feel a little dangerous.

The young man in white robe seemed to feel Shen Lang's gaze. He also opened his phoenix eyes and glared at Shen Lang fiercely. There was a shocking evil spirit and chill in his phoenix eyes, as if he was warning himself not to look at him more.

Shen Lang hurriedly withdrew his eyes and thought to himself that this was really a weird person.

Although this person only has the early stages of Mahayana cultivation, he gives himself an extremely dangerous feeling, so it is better not to provoke him.

Shen Lang was too lazy to think too much, so he continued to close his eyes and waited for the son-in-law to start the meeting.

Time passed little by little.

There were more and more monks in the square. At first, the few casual cultivators in Linlang City and Canglan City were present, and they basically came to watch the ceremony.

No matter who is Zhong Wangu or Tenglong married Fairy Ling Yin, they all need to give gifts, and this little face is still to be given.

"The deputy city lord of Linlang City is here!"

As a loud sound came, the surroundings of the square suddenly became quiet.

I saw Zhong Wangu, the deputy lord of Linlang City, leading all twenty lords of Linlang City, to the audience, with a huge show.

Zhong Wangu has put in a lot of effort to choose a son-in-law this time. In order to prove his sincerity, he not only brought generous gifts today, but also called most of the palace masters of Linlang City to support him.

Shen Lang only glanced at it and found that Yin Chen and Xue Kui were also there. Master Mingshan seemed not to come.

Zhong Wangu and many Mahayana masters came to the front of the square and whispered loudly: "There is rare such a grand event in the Desert of Burial Gods, so that everyone can gather together. Today, regardless of the grievances and grievances of Linlang City and Canglan City, Zhong will remember those who support Zhong, so that everyone can be friends in the future!"

"It must be certain!"

"We will definitely support Deputy City Lord Zhong!"

"Haha, I hope Deputy City Lord Zhong can hold the beauty back."

Many casual cultivators from Linlang City below responded to Zhong Wangu. They usually stayed in Linlang City, so they naturally had to say something nice.

Some of the casual cultivators in Canglan City actually responded to Zhong Wangu.

In fact, in order to achieve his goal, Zhong Wangu did not hesitate to buy some casual cultivators in Canglan City to support him at the son-in-law selection conference.

"Oh, Deputy City Lord Zhong was so excited today!"

A loud sarcasm sounded outside the square, and Tenglong, the young lord of Canglan City, led a large number of Canglan City Palace masters to the square quickly.

Tenglong is sturdy and dressed in gray armor, and his skin is covered with black scales, looking very ugly.

He is not a human cultivator, but a demon cultivator. His body is a secondary true spirit called "Ancient Dragon". He inherits a trace of the weak bloodline of the true dragon alien species, and his strength is not weaker than Zhong Wangu.

Tenglong also brought more than 20 Canglan City Lords.

In front of the square, two waves of monks confronted each other, and the atmosphere was tense.

Tenglong glanced at Zhong Wangu and sneered: "Zhong Wangu, you should continue to say it. Don't think I didn't know that you bought some casual cultivators from Canglan City. Such despicable behaviors are so embarrassing here."

Zhong Wangu laughed dryly and said, "Today's son-in-law's selection meeting is a happy event in Tianyin Mountain. Young Master Tenglong City Lord is so rude, so he is not afraid of ruining the atmosphere?"

"That's why you're going to ruin the atmosphere first! This son-in-law selection conference is not where you give a speech. The Saint and Fairy Ling Yin will only choose son-in-law according to their own subjective judgment. What's the use of you bewitching the crowd?" Tenglong said angrily.

Zhong Wangu sneered: "At least the Saint and Fairy Ling Yin can see my sincerity. Tenglong, I'm too lazy to hit you. I don't think Fairy Ling Yin will fall in love with you, an ugly monster. If you are you, you will definitely go to the whole Rong first and then come to participate in the son-in-law's selection conference."

"you!"

Tenglong's face turned pale and his forehead was bulging.

"Why, you still want to do it? Come on, come on, come on and hit me!"

Zhong Wangu looked at Long Teng with a provocative look and pointed his finger at his forehead: "Come on, call here!"

Tenglong was so angry that his whole body was trembling, and he wanted to really go up to get together with Zhong Wangu, but reason told him that he could not fall into the trap.

Zhong Wangu deliberately provoked himself. Once he really started to take action first, it would destroy the son-in-law's selection meeting and be very disrespectful to Saint Tianyin, and marrying Fairy Lingyin was completely hyped.

Just then.

"Fellow Taoists please sit in meditation!"

A pleasant sound like a silver bell suddenly sounded in the sky.

A female cultivator in white clothes fell from the sky and fell directly in front of the square.

The white-haired female clown is dignified and quiet, holding an emerald green harp in her right hand. Although her appearance is not beautiful, it gives people a feeling of spring breeze.

"See the Saint!"

Zhong Wangu and Tenglong immediately saluted the white-haired female cultivator with their fists.

The white-haired cultivator in front of her was the Tianyin Saint of Tianyin Mountain Sect, and five middle-level Mahayana elders of Tianyin Mountain were followed by her.

"See the Saint!"

The monks around the square also stood up and saluted to the Saint of Tianyin.

In order to pretend, Shen Lang hurriedly got up and saluted Saint Tianyin like everyone else.

Only the young man in the white robe of the Tianfeng clan was silent. He was still closing his eyes to rest, and there seemed to be a sense of resentment between his eyebrows.

"I know that Linlang City and Canglan City are powerful and have unresolved grudges, but today is my son-in-law selection meeting in Tianyin Mountain. Please restrain yourself and never have a dispute. It is also considered to give me a face. Before the son-in-law selection meeting is held, please sit in your seats and wait for a while."

Saint Saint Tianyin said calmly.

"Make the saint laugh."

Zhong Wangu clasped his fists and took the lords back down, sitting in the front seats.

Tenglong and the lords of Canglan also clasped their fists and retreated, finding the front seats to sit down.

"Everyone, listen to a song." Saint Tianyin's face was calm and began to pluck the harp in his hand.

The gentle and continuous piano sounded around the square, as if a thin stream flowed through the heart, soft, quiet, comfortable and comfortable.

Hearing the sound of the piano, the monks only felt that their hearts became quiet and peaceful in an instant.

Tenglong's anger and murderous aura just now were slowly disappearing, and he secretly called himself amazement.
Chapter completed!