Finally, the ceremony of Luotian Festival officially began. All the warriors or ordinary people who came to Fangshan gathered together and came to the square outside. Everyone's eyes are on the front platform, where the organizers of the festival are standing.

The Kunlun school ranks first among the ancient martial arts schools. The appearance of Kunlun school means that the whole Wulin will be shocked by it. Kunlun school will be a big event. This sentence has been deeply rooted in everyone's mind for a long time.

Some people say that people are like this. Once they are praised to a certain extent by others, they will find that people or things around them are opening the way for themselves. After a long time, this state will be more and more long, and gradually there will be an uncontrollable pride, just like the Kunlun school.

From the beginning to the end, whether it is the upper or lower disciple rules or the leader, everyone's posture is high, giving people the feeling that they are superior. No one can get into their eyes. To be exact, all these are just clouds in their eyes. The good thing is that the Kunlun sect has become more and more famous in the Wulin. The bad thing is that the state lasts for a long time, which makes people feel more and more disgusted.

"Every year, when the luotian Festival is held, it's time for these people to pretend to be forced. They haven't seen other people directly. It's like this is their territory, even if he's a creditor, and others owe him a lot of money."

"Keep your voice down. If this is heard by their people, we will be miserable. Besides, we are just ordinary people. Come here to see the world. Don't get into trouble because of these things. In time, we will die."

"Come on, you don't scold them as much as I do. You don't pretend to be here any more. Anyway, it looks like this every year. If they want to get rid of me, I'll just leave. There's no need to lose my face for this so-called worldly appearance. "

In their eyes, it seemed that all this had happened for a long time, and it seemed that it was just a moment in the past. No one had expected such a scene. They thought it might be different this year, but it didn't. It was like a machine was wound up by someone else, and the alarm clock would ring as soon as the time was up.

Dong, Dong, Dong

There was a sound of gongs. No, it should be drums. Because these sounds are a bit like gongs and drums. In fact, it is an instrument of the Kunlun school, which is specially used on such solemn occasions to enhance the appearance of their sect.

One by one, the Taoist priest of Fengxian Taoist bone walked slowly to the stage from the bottom of the stage. When each of them went up, there would be a burst of drumming. The following people will also burst into bursts of applause, which is similar to the welcoming ceremony. People who come to attend the luotian festival for the first time don't realize it.

"Nowadays, the most important thing is to arrange noodles. The Kunlun school is considerate. In order to enhance their face, they even use this instrument." Lin Fan's mouth curved and disdained to quibble: "no wonder you can perform so well during the period of the luotian Festival. It turns out that this is the small means of the big schools."

"What do you mean by that, elder martial brother?" Sha xue'er, standing beside her, didn't understand: "this instrument sounds very exciting. Should it be suitable for this occasion?"

"Of course it's suitable for this kind of occasion, but it shouldn't just look at the surface. We should listen carefully and have a taste of it."