Fantasy: I, The Longevity Body, Have Survived Ten Generations Of Geniuses

"Fellow Daoists, I, Yang Yifo, would like to take advantage of today's tea party to express my sincere gratitude to all Fellow Daoists for coming!"

Yang Yifo got up from the main table, came to an open space, and started talking pleasantly.

“I have practiced Taoism for thousands of years, and my biggest feeling is to keep an indifferent heart, not to be arrogant in victory, not to be discouraged in defeat, to think twice before doing anything, to maintain integrity, to stick to my beliefs, and to refrain from doing any evil... "

Yang Yifo combined her own experience and described her own views on cultivation in a simple and profound way.

Many human monks below were listening attentively, even the Nascent Soul monks. After all, this was the life-long cultivation experience of a Soul Formation ancestor, which you would never hear if you wanted to.

Yang Yiti only talked about the time of a stick of incense, and finally mentioned the alliance between humans and demons, reiterated the content of the ancient "943" covenant, and required all major human forces to continue to act according to the content of the covenant.

"Everyone, everyone must understand the so-called death of lips and teeth. Monster Race comrades have actually been very tolerant to us humans for many years. As long as they don't go too far, Monster Race comrades generally will not intervene. However, I am afraid that the next period of time will be troubled, and everyone should know very well how terrifying the enemy we are about to face in the future will be!"

"So, if possible in the future, it is best for everyone to restrain their behavior in the Monster Race territory!"

"In addition, I would like to reiterate here that if someone dares to betray the alliance between humans and demons, complete destruction will definitely be waiting for him!"

After Yang Yiti finished speaking, he bowed his hands to everyone, and then returned to the main table.

Next, the tea party entered a period of free activities.

Ye Fan signaled to Wang Jun, and suddenly, a huge stage appeared in the middle of the hanging island.

Some song and dance programs that had been prepared long ago were performed one after another, adding a lot of fun to the tea party.

"Fellow Daoist Yang, your lord's celebration was really spectacular."

At the main table, Yang Jixiong glanced at Ye Fan's back with deep meaning.

At this time, Ye Fan, accompanied by Wang Jun and others, was looking for people to toast.

"It's all the juniors who are taking care of it. I never thought they could make the celebration so lively."

Yidi Yang said with a smile on his face.

"Ye Xiaoyou's qualifications look extremely extraordinary! Could it be that Guizong wants to train him to be the next leader?"

Gu Zhefan asked curiously.

"Senior Nephew Luo of the Chang Sect does strongly recommend Ye Fan to take over the position of head, but after all, his cultivation level is still a little low, so he may serve as deputy head for the time being.

Drunken Sword Ancestor nodded.

Anyway, this matter will be announced soon, there is no need to hide it.

"Actually, when Ye Fan first started, his qualifications were very poor. He only had the qualifications of Spirit Root. He is where he is today, mostly due to his own efforts!"

Yang Yiti still remembers the first time he met Ye Fan.

At that time, she could see that Ye Fan's qualifications were extremely low, and did not even meet the standard of Xuanshuang members for selecting disciples.

She was also on a whim at that time, and suddenly remembered her deceased master's instructions before his death, so she wanted to give it a try and asked Ye Fan to take away the "Insect Book".

"Spirit Root?"

Gu Zhefan and other powerful humans looked at each other.

The Five Elements Spirit Root is recognized by the human race as the worst qualification.

But Ye Fan has not only established the Foundation Building, but also performed so well that he has the bearing of a leader.

Everyone glanced at the two members of Xuan Shuang Sect with complicated expressions.

"I admire, I admire, Fellow Yang Daoist and Drunken Sword Fellow Daoist are really wise and admirable!"

Gu Zhefan said sincerely.

“Gu Fellow Daoist is serious!”

Yang Yiti and Zhang Zuijian looked at each other and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Both of them had indeed helped Ye Fan before, but how could they have known at that time that he would later achieve such great success.

It’s just luck!

At this time, Yang Jixiong waved his right hand and drew a soundproof barrier.

"It's rare today that most of the leaders of our human and demon clans are here. I dare to ask everyone here, what do you think our chances of winning are in the war in the near future?"

As soon as Yang Jixiong said this, the main table immediately fell silent, and everyone's expressions became gloomy.

"I think it would be good to have a 20% or 30% chance of winning!"

After a long time, Murong He, the head of the Taiyue Sect, heard a deep voice say...

"I'm afraid it's not even one percent, or we will definitely lose."

Gongsun Yuanxi, the great elder of the Fire Sect, shook his head in frustration.

The Great Elder of the Golden Sword Sect, Mo Jingfeng, moved his lips as if he wanted to refute, but in the end he remained silent.

"Although Gongsun Fellow Daoist's words are not pleasant to hear, they are indeed in line with the truth. The territory of the Sea Clan is extremely vast, and there are even more powerful people. In terms of the strong people at the Soul Formation level alone, I am afraid that the Souls of our human and demon clans The total number of Formation experts is less than half of the Sea Clan, or even less."

"As for Soul Formation, we are also in a situation of being crushed. Moreover, it is still unknown to what extent Demon Race's strength has recovered. Therefore, we do not have a good chance of winning."

After Yang Yifo was silent for a long time, he sighed and said.

"Moreover, they seem to be planning a conspiracy and are cultivating the so-called 'Demon Fetus' to attract the so-called 'Shangzun'. I guess this so-called 'Shangzun' should be a strong Demon Race from Demon World, whose realm It must be far superior to the monks in the lower world like us."

Drunken Sword Ancestor added with some worry.

"So, don't we just have to surrender without mercy? Then we might as well just admit defeat and surrender!"

"Surrender? If you want to surrender, they won't give you a chance, unless you are willing to be their slave, but what's the point of living like that?"

"You're not so pessimistic, are you? The worst thing you can do is fight them!"

Several grumpy Monster Race Soul Formations got into an argument.

"Don't worry, everyone, I think maybe Ye Xiaoyou has something to do! Why don't we listen to his opinion?"

Bai Ze suddenly interrupted.

"Yes, I also think that Ye Xiaoyou will have some good ideas."

Gu Zhefan nodded in agreement.

"Haha, Senior Ming, long time no see!"

Everyone at the main table began to search for Ye Fan, wanting to bring him over to discuss it together, but at this time Ye Fan had already arrived at the seat of the Taiyue Sect and met the Ming Patriarch whom they had not seen for decades.

(The little author asks for flowers, reviews, monthly votes, and good reviews! Thank you!).