The cold snorted sound was supposed to be drowned in the noisy hall, but now the cold snorted sound instantly suppressed all the sounds.

Everyone who heard the cold snorted sound almost at the same time looked in the direction.

The sound was made, and it was a handsome hair wearing red armor with a handsome face and a redder hair than the red armor, which gave people a feeling of burning flames.

Seeing this person who snorted coldly, almost all the messengers in the hall closed their mouths.

It’s not that they don’t want to say anything, but that they know very well that in the present situation, there is no room for them to speak at all.

If they forcefully speak, in the end, they will only bring shame on themselves!

A trace of solemnity flashed in the eyes of the Sword Saint. Although his cultivation level has not reached the divine realm, he has a lot of knowledge about the entire Xuantian situation.

Especially in the world where the human race lives, the Sword Saint has conducted detailed research. As one of the current leaders of the human race, he must know himself and his enemy no matter how he is.

He recognized the man in front of him as soon as possible. This person was a strong man from the Chifeng clan, and his red hair, which looked like a flame, was also the symbol of the royal clan in the Chifeng clan.

It can be said that this person has a great status among the Chifeng clan.

Although the Black Mirror clan has always supported it, the Sword Saint does not want to make enemies with this powerful clan with immortal existence.

However, at this time, he could not speak at will. After all, the most important thing about arranging seats was the face of the Black Mirror clan.

The God King of the Black Mirror clan seemed to have been prepared for this matter. He ignored the man who snorted coldly and just respectfully said to the Sword Li Sword Saint: "Sir Li Sword, please!"

"It is really a shame for us to sit with an ant!" The strong man from the Chifeng clan said without giving in: "What's more, he actually sat in the lower head of my ancestor. This is simply an insult to my ancestor!"

While speaking, his eyes fell on the Sword Savior and said, "What kind of virtue do you have to sit here?"

This sentence was aggressive and full of contempt. Although the Sword Saint was unwilling to offend the Chifeng clan, after hearing this, a raging arose in his heart.

But no matter how angry he was, the Sword Slayer still had to suppress the anger in his heart. He knew that his cultivation was much different from the people in front of him. It can be said that in terms of cultivation, it was not the same level at all.

Just as he was thinking about how he should deal with this situation, the God King of the Black Mirror clan had already said coldly: "The seat was arranged by my emperor. If you think you have the qualifications to question my emperor, then you can continue."

While speaking, the God King of the Black Light Clan had already said to the Sword Savior with a hint of respect: "Please!"

The Sword Slayer knew very well that at this time, he had no other way to choose from. After all, he could no longer have a good relationship with the Chifeng clan, so at this time, he had to go to the black clan with the Heimang clan.

As for sitting in this position and suffering from grudges from others, he didn't care about so much.

The red-haired man's face kept changing. Although he felt very uncomfortable at this moment, he questioned the decision of an immortal existence. He was not qualified yet.

Just as all kinds of thoughts were surging in his mind, someone said coldly: "Yanmu, since it is the arrangement of Emperor Hei Ming, then we will follow the guests."

"But, when my ancestor comes, will he get angry if he sees the person sitting in the head of the house? That's not something we can guess."

The person who spoke was a handsome middle-aged man, who looked seventy percent similar to the God King known as Yanmu.

However, the man's hair showed a faint purple color!

The purple flame surged above the man's head, like a magic lamp, shining on the nine heavens and ten earths!

Seeing the strength shown by this man, the face of the God King of the Black Light Clan changed. He recognized the identity of the person who came. Not only was the God Lord, but he was also a relatively powerful existence among the God Lords.

"Mr. Zixuan!"

"I've seen Lord Zixuan!"

"Hello, Lord Zixuan!"

Although the existence of participating in the Immortal Feast this time was full of pleasing to the Immortal Clan, they still stood up to say hello with respect when they saw the men of the Chifeng Clan.

A trace of solemnity flashed in the eyes of the Sword Saint. He was well-known for the name of the Zixuan God Lord.

The Red Phoenix Clan, or the universe where the human race is located, had the most hope to become an immortal realm, and his reputation was originally higher than that of the Black Mist Emperor.

However, because of his merits in recommending Tang Rui, Emperor He received the divine pill rewarded by the five holy lands, and thus soared into the sky and became an immortal existence.

With the arrival of this Zixuan Divine Lord, the originally tense momentum disappeared from the surface without a trace.

Although the Sword Master knew that offending this Zixuan God Lord would inevitably lead to endless troubles, he had no choice at this time.

After sitting down, the Sword Saint glanced at the surroundings of the hall and found that the people sitting around the hall were all gods, and even many gods. Among these people, his cultivation was the lowest.

Even the attendants around him had higher cultivation than him.

The Sword Saint understood the reason why Emperor Hei Mang gave him preferential treatment, but he was a little worried and felt that he could not afford such a great preferential treatment.

Just when the sword saint felt uncomfortable, he felt an extremely majestic aura suddenly enveloped him.

Under this momentum, the Sword Saint felt like an ant, and the person who exuded his momentum was as majestic as the heaven and earth.

While sitting in this hall, the Sword Saint was already a little numb about the momentum of the God Lord level, but now, facing this extremely majestic aura, he was really scared.

Who is it? Who is this?

Just when the Saint Li Jian was nervous, the messengers who were originally sitting and waiting stood up respectfully.

They saluted respectfully towards the door almost at the same time: "I have seen Lord Chifeng!"

These people who bowed, including the strong men of the Black Mirror clan.

The Sword Saint wanted to stand up, but he found that at this time he didn't even have the power to fight. With his position, he saw two figures and walked over.

Although these two figures were clearly reflected in the eyes of the Sword Saint Li, the Sword Saint Li felt that these two figures seemed to not exist.

Walking in front was a man with a purple face and a rocky feeling. When the man walked, a purple cloud appeared in the void around him.

Behind the man with purple face, the figure followed by Rei Sword Saint is not unfamiliar with him. He had seen the image of this person and knew that this person was the ancestor of the Chifeng clan and the immortal powerful man who had ruled this universe in the past.

What a person he should be like to be able to make the ancestor of the Chifeng clan willingly walk behind? Judging from the situation of these two people, the Black Mang Emperor may be in trouble this time.

Although the Black Mist Emperor will not die, it is certain that he is suppressed.

Just as Li Jianzhe was thinking about the origin of the man walking in front of him, the two ancestor Chi Feng had already arrived in front of Li Jianzhe.

The position of the Sword Saint is the third place, and it can be said that it cannot be hidden even if it wants to hide. The eyes of the Chifeng Ancestor fell on the Sword Saint at the first glance.

The moment the Chifeng Ancestor's eyes fell, the Sword Saint felt that his heart suddenly rose to his throat.

He even had a feeling that he had become a little bug targeted by a ferocious beast and was at risk of being crushed at any time.

"Hmph!" The ancestor Chifeng snorted faintly, and then made a gesture of invitation to the purple-faced Immortal, which meant to invite the Immortal to sit in the first place in the hall.

The Immortal Powerful Man with a purple face was not polite and walked directly to the first position below the main seat. The main seat was the Black Mist Emperor, and he felt unscrupulous in his seat like this.

None of the congratulatory messengers present dared to speak, not only because of this person's immortal cultivation, but also because of the attitude of the Chifeng Ancestor.

The Ancestor Chifeng is the number one person in this world. Even with the rise of the Black-Mirror Emperor, it still cannot change this.

He must treat existence respectfully, how powerful should his cultivation be.

Just as everyone was thinking about the origin of this person, the God King of the Black Mang clan who was responsible for entertaining guests suddenly looked towards the immortal Taoist who was about to sit down: "Sir, this is not your location, please sit down in another location."

The words of the Black Light God King made everyone solemn, and their eyes quickly looked at the God King at this moment.

Even the immortal strong man cannot sit. Who is this seat left for?

"You said he can't sit? Haha, young man, do you know what kind of person is standing in front of you? I can tell you that this is Lord Ziyue from the Shiyuanyuan land!" The ancestor of the Chifeng clan's voice was filled with warnings.

The immortal existence of the Origin of the Origin!

After the identity of this purple-faced man was revealed, he was filled with many fearful eyes, and at this time there were countless pleasing intentions.

After all, the reputation of Shiyuan’s birthplace is really too powerful.

The immortal strong man, known as Master Ziyue, walked slowly towards the first position. Seeing that he was about to sit down, the god king of the Black Light clan had already said in a deep voice: "Mr. Ziyue, I am really sorry, there is someone at this position."

The ancestor of the Chifeng clan was not only not angry, but on the contrary, a trace of joy flashed in his eyes at this moment.

For him, the more ruthless the Black Mang clan offended Lord Zi Yue, the more benefits he would get.
Chapter completed!