Zhitianya has never been as quiet as it is at this moment, as if the whole world had lost its voice. It was not until a mountain wind pushed down the headless corpse of Baiyun Zhenren that the whole world was finally noisy. The disciples of the Ming Cult only felt a flame burning in their hearts, which made them unable to help but raise their arms and shout, "The Holy Sect of Light, beloved by the people! The leader of the school arrived and was invincible!"

This is not the first time they shouted this slogan. After so many years, they have formed an instinct to merge into their bloodlines. However, they have never shouted so neatly, never so excitedly, and never shouted so much. Many people even shouted hoarsely and tearfully!

He has been bullied by a well-known faction for thousands of years. How could Beilong kill Baiyun with one sword?

That's the head of the Emei Sect!

Bai Yun, the head of the Emei Sect, one of the six major sects in China, is the real person in Bai Yun!

With just a false news, one person and one sword to kill the Tianya, treating thousands of disciples of the Ming Cult as nothing!

How arrogant and domineering, Baiyun Zhenren is!

However, Bai Yun Zhenren, who was so arrogant and domineering, was slashed at the head by Beilong's sword!

So fucking proud!

The disciples of the Ming Cult replaced Beilong with the position that Wei Chunfeng had originally occupied in their hearts in an instant!

Yang Donghai and Fan Wuya couldn't help but raise their arms and shout. They were not young anymore and had experienced a lot. There were few things that would make them so excited that they lost their composure. However, they ignited at the moment when Baiyun's head exploded. They bulged their eyes, blue veins on their foreheads stormed, and shouted loudly at the top of their lungs and waved their fists hard, as if they were back to the time of the hot-blooded boy...

Zhou Xiaolin waved his fists in a daze, his mouth opened and closed, but he didn't even know what he was calling.

Impossible, this is impossible... Zhou Xiaolin's eyes were dull: How could Bai Yun, one of the [Top Ten Masters of China], die so easily at the hands of a young boy who is still stinky?

The splendor of that sword... It's not the martial arts of mortals, it's simply the magic of immortals!

Can't afford to offend, can't afford to offend...

"Amitabha..." Master Lekong slowly closed his eyes, folded his hands together and bowed his head: Calamities, disasters...

For such a duel in the world, life and death are in harmony with one's destiny, and it has nothing to do with right or wrong. Even as a leader of a famous and upright sect, he can only be a witness and cannot preside over any justice for Baiyun Zhenren.

Master Lekong sighed secretly, but he had to give up his old face and ask Bei Long for a favor, and then go to the Emei Sect to explain the situation, otherwise another bloody storm would be set off in the world...

Dog man and woman! Sikong Yuan stared at Bei Long and Tang Ying's hands holding each other under the cover of Daxiu, but he could only feel sad in his heart. He could not squeeze into the ranking of the top ten experts in China...

It is a foregone conclusion that the new leader of the Ming Cult is ranked among the top ten masters of China with one sword.

Looking at the perfect backs, Sikong Yuan was full of envy, jealousy and hatred: power, fame, beauty...

Why not me!

...

"The Holy Sect of Light will be loved by the people! The leader of the school arrived and was invincible!"

Listening to the deafening shouts of thousands of Ming Cult disciples shocked the world and motivated the mountains, Bei Long's blood was boiling. This feeling was different from being saluted by thousands of soldiers in the army. In fact, the soldiers saluted him not only, but also the country he represented. However, the thousands of Ming Cult disciples here only shouted for him and cheered for him and the other one!

The Ming Cult is a sect with a strong religious nature. A great leader is a god in his disciple's heart!

It's faith!

It was not until this time that Bei Long finally felt the reality of becoming the leader of the Ming Cult: This is my Ming Cult! This is my believer! This is my bright world! I - I am the leader of the Ming Cult!

Bei Long really didn't have the strength to speak now, so he could only hold Tang Ying's little hand and smile to look down at all living beings.

In this life, in the highlight moment that everyone is paying attention to, you are by my side standing at the top and accepting worship from all living beings...

very nice!

Tang Ying and Bei Long stood hand in hand on the top of the Mingwang Platform. Their original heart was just to transmit the God of God Zhaoyuan for him. However, when they saw the thousands of Ming Cult disciples shouting enthusiastically for Bei Long, she couldn't help but feel proud from the bottom of her heart. It seemed that everything had nothing to do with her, but she was just feel proud from the bottom of her heart.

What he and she didn't know was that in the middle and lower levels, the friends in the martial arts world silently took out their mobile phones, or filmed the lively scene where the Ming Cult of Zhitianya was united in cheering for Beilong, or filmed the ambiguous posture of Mingwangtaiding Beilong and Tang Ying standing side by side to accept worship, and then edited and posted it to the circle of friends, sects or directly uploaded to the Bazhe Sky Forum.

However, the scene of Beilong slashing Baiyun's head with a stunning sword did not retain any image.

This is the rule of duel between the martial arts world, and no one dares to offend the two giants, Ming Cult and Emei at the same time.

But even so, Bei Long, Tang Yu, and Bai Yun Zhenren have become popular headlines in the entire world!

The leader of the Ming Cult, the grandmother of the Tang Sect, the head of the Emei Sect, even the abbot of Shaolin Temple and the head of the Xueshan Sect were involved in major events at the same time. There were reversals, passion, violence, and dog food. It was difficult not to explode!

...

After the ceremony of Light, Beilong finally met Master Likong at Ruyun Pavilion on Zhitian Cliff.

"Amitabha..." Master Lekong stroked his long brows with his hands, and the turbid old eyes under the brows were like a retired old man playing chess on the roadside: "Master Bei, I have something unknown, so I asked Master Bei to solve my doubts. I heard that Master Bei is proficient in the "Great Move Body Technique" and "Da Powerful Vajra Hand" of our temple. These are the magical skills in "Seventy-Two Skills of Shaolin". They are never passed down. Even the disciples of this temple cannot teach you until the time is time. I wonder where Master Bei learned it from?"

Beilong sighed.

Will I tell you that in the end of the world, I was besieged by the corpse tide for three days and three nights, and then you personally brought me into the Sutra Pavilion and asked me to choose two of the 72 Shaolin skills?

Master Le Kong also sighed: "Master Bei is also a man in the martial arts world. Do you know that stealing merit is a taboo in the martial arts world?"

The air suddenly became heavy and suppressed at this moment, but the next moment suddenly a voice that seemed to be a yellow oriole from the valley came: "I gave it to him, little monk, if you want to ask, come and ask me!"
Chapter completed!