Peerless Divine Emperor

The vast area above Xiaoxitian Temple is divided into nine camps. Among them, the camps in the eight directions are not much different, but the Tianxuan camp where Qin Xuan is located seems to have fewer people, only dozens of people.

Compared with any other force, the Tianxuan camp is naturally very strong, but compared with a continent, it seems too thin. After all, there are not many forces gathered together, and many people are scattered in other places.

"We have too few people, and it seems that there is no advantage." Ye Tianxuan said softly, with a trace of worry in her beautiful eyes.

"It doesn't matter. Not everyone is qualified to participate in the disciple-recruiting conference. Most of the people here are just spectators. There are only a few hundred people who really participate in the conference." Qin Xuan looked at Ye Tianxuan and said, for example, Jiang Tianxing, Bai Dan and Lin Qi, etc., cannot participate in the disciple-recruiting conference.

"I understand." Ye Tianxuan nodded obediently.

Qin Xuan looked around, and looked in one direction. The number of people in that camp was the smallest except for them, with only about a hundred people. However, the aura it exuded was extremely powerful. People from other areas around did not dare to approach that area, and seemed to be a little afraid of those people.

"Senior, do you know which continent that area corresponds to?" Qin Xuan looked at Jiang Tianxing beside him and asked.

Jiang Tianxing looked in the direction Qin Xuan pointed, and after seeing those people, his eyes showed a trace of thinking, and then shook his head and said: "If I'm not mistaken, it should be Youxuan Continent."

"Youxuan Continent." Qin Xuan's eyes suddenly condensed when he heard this name. He naturally did not forget that Gu Jiuge was from Youxuan Continent.

As far as he knew, the Moko Ancient Clan almost controlled the entire Youxuan Continent and was the absolute overlord of Youxuan Continent. Then, naturally, there would not be too many forces in the Moko Domain to come to participate in the disciple recruitment conference.

"I wonder if Gu Jiuge will come." A thought flashed through Qin Xuan's mind, and then he dismissed it.

With the strong and domineering style of the Moko Ancient Clan, they would not allow their Saint Son to attend such a conference. Moreover, Gu Jiuge wanted to die and was unwilling to kill again. He would not compete with others if he came.

At this time, a figure walked out from the crowd below, stepping on the void. It seemed that he was a monk. When he walked out, he immediately attracted the attention of many people.

In addition to the sloppy cassock, what surprised everyone was that this person was actually a broken arm, which looked very inconsistent. No matter how you look at it, he did not look like an emperor.

But even if they thought so in their hearts, judging from the invisible aura emanating from the broken-armed figure, this person must be a hidden strong man. Anyone who underestimates him will inevitably suffer at his hands.

Countless people followed the footsteps of the broken-armed monk. He walked towards Qin Xuan with one step at a time. They couldn't help but look a little strange. Could it be that the monk was with them?

Now, the camp where Qin Xuan was located could be regarded as the most special one in this disciple-recruiting conference. It was independent of the eight continents. There had never been such a thing before.

At this time, Qin Xuan also looked at the broken-armed monk, his eyes bloomed with a friendly smile, and he clasped his fists and said, "Master, long time no see."

"I said before that my fate with you is not over yet, and it is inevitable to meet again." The broken-armed monk put his hands together and smiled. This person was the broken-armed ascetic monk Qin Xuan met in Nanxiao City.

We parted at the beginning, and met again today.

"Master, what do you want to do here?" Qin Xuan looked at the other party with some doubts and asked.

"Donor Qin, you don't have to call me Master. I really can't afford it. My name is Kongjian. Donor Qin, just call me by that name from now on." Kongjian said. He had naturally heard about Qin Xuan's deeds. Just like what he saw in Nanxiao City that day, the young man in front of him seemed simple and low-key, but in fact he was unparalleled.

"Master Kongjian, you are too polite." Qin Xuan waved his hand and said, "Master, you haven't answered my question yet."

"I'm sorry to ask you to join the camp of Donor Qin. I wonder if you are willing to take me in." Kongjian looked at Qin Xuan sincerely. Qin Xuan was stunned. Join his camp?

Is this serious?

"There are eight continents here. Isn't the master among these eight continents?" Qin Xuan asked in confusion.

"Since I converted to Buddhism, I have no place to go. All I want in my heart is to practice Buddhism and experience life. Compared with the other eight camps, I hope to join the camp of Donor Qin, but I don't know what you think." Kongjian said again.

"Thanks to Master Kongjian for not giving up and being willing to join us, how can Qin refuse?" Qin Xuan said with a smile, and then stretched out his hand to make a gesture of invitation, welcoming Kongjian to join.

Then Qin Xuan introduced Kongjian to Ye Tianqi and others, and the group of people soon got to know each other.

"I also want to join in the fun!"

At this time, a very generous voice came, and Qin Xuan turned his eyes and saw a figure wearing a white cassock stepping on the void in one direction, with five-colored Buddha light lingering behind him, revealing an extremely strong fighting aura. Just looking at him, people feel a sense of oppression.

"It's him!" Many people in the crowd showed shock, and obviously recognized this Buddhist cultivator.

That day in front of the Buddha statue, this person forced his way into the queue and defeated several strong men in succession. He acted extremely domineering and decisive. What's even more speechless is that this guy took it for granted afterwards, and spoke righteously, as if he had done nothing wrong.

They still remember the scene of that day very clearly.

"Dou Zhan!" Qin Xuan looked at the Buddhist cultivator who was walking over, and there was a hint of surprise in his eyes. He didn't expect him to come too.

"I also want to join your side. Donor Qin, do you have any objections?" Dou Zhan said gently, with a harmless expression on his face, as if he was a compassionate Buddhist cultivator.

"Of course you are welcome." Qin Xuan smiled and nodded.

At this time, Dou Zhan looked at the crowd behind Qin Xuan, and a deep meaning flashed in his eyes. He asked Qin Xuan softly: "Where are they all from?"

Dou Zhan knew Qin Xuan's origins. The place he pointed to was the Tianxuan Continent.

"That's right." Qin Xuan responded.

Dou Zhan nodded lightly, without asking any more questions, and then walked towards the crowd. When he walked to Kong Jian's side, his eyes first condensed, and then a meaningful smile appeared on his face, which was considered a greeting.

Kong Jian also nodded lightly at him. Although the two did not communicate verbally, they seemed to be familiar with each other.

The crowd looked in the direction of Qin Xuan, most of their eyes revealing a bit of curiosity. Two Buddhist practitioners joined them in succession and gave up Xiao Xitian Temple, which was really beyond their comprehension.