At the top of Doujian Peak, on a ring surrounded by formations, two guardians wearing Wanjianmen costumes were driving their respective flying swords to fight fiercely, causing the light of inspiration to appear from time to time, and the sound of the collision of sword techniques was endless.

In the three directions of the arena, there were the foundation-building disciples of Wanjianmen who came to watch the ceremony, and the hundreds of Wanjianmen who participated in the fight of swords.

On the north stand a pavilion filled with treasures. Not only are there elders of the Wanjian Gate, but also the Nascent Soul Elders of more than ten sects in the surrounding prefectures.

But whether it is the elders of each hall or the other Nascent Souls, they can only sit upright on the second floor, and the only seat on the third floor is vacant and no one dares to approach.

"Brother Tong, those dozens of disciples who have participated in the century-old sword fighting should be the mainstay of Wanjian Sect in the future.

Haha, I advanced to the Kaling Pharmacy in my 100th year. It’s really nice to be on the back of a big tree!”

In the guest room, an old man with a thin and slim face sneered at the Nascent Soul monk beside him.

"It's not surprising that talented and sufficient resources are enough to form a elixir for a hundred years.

However, if the Nascent Soul fails to become, he is just an ant and cannot support a large sect."

Tong Qilin said with a blank expression on his face, and his eyes flashed with anger.

"Hehe, Brother Tong said it very well.

That ancestor Hongjun has not appeared for more than a hundred years since that war. If he is still there, his own sect should attend the event as a major event like the leader of his sect, otherwise how can he convince the new leader!”

Not far away, an old man with a demonic soap robe said with some meaning.

"Yes, we are also considering the future of Wanjianmen, and we should advise you at that time."

"Hey, you all said that, that's what Gu."

....

After being started, these Nascent Soul Elders from other sects became sarcastic, and they did not dare to go against the Wanjian Sect explicitly. After all, Luo Hong's reputation was too high, so she wanted to force Luo Hong to appear in this way of admonition.

No matter how famous you are, you must be useful in living people!

Luo Hong hasn't appeared in more than a hundred years, so it's no wonder these sects that have suffered for a long time suspected that he was seriously injured and sat in a state of transformation.

But what is too much is that they did not transmit sound when they were talking, nor did they use spells similar to sound insulation covers, which was completely said in front of the hall masters of Wanjianmen.

This can be considered a humiliation!

"People Wang, we are afraid that we can't suppress these people anymore. Why don't you go to the back mountain and try to ask the ancestor to come out of seclusion?"

The old man surnamed Song sent a voice with an ugly expression.

"It's useless to run a few more trips. With the ancestor's magical powers, how could he not know what happened here? Since he has not appeared now, no matter who goes, he will not be invited.

For the current plan, I can only send someone to send me a message to the Leiyin Sect, and I will ask Master Yan Jing to come and help me.”

Since taking the Enlightenment Wine back then, Wang Hu has been practicing the Tiangang Sword Technique as if he has opened his mind. With the contribution of making wine, he has obtained a Diyuan Pill. Now he is not only a cultivator in the late stage of the Killing Pill, but also a head of the Ten Thousand Sword Sect, and no longer has the same as the former aura on his body.

"Hey, if we had known this, we should have obeyed the arrangements of our ancestors and focused on cultivating disciples without expanding our power."

The old man surnamed Song had a bitter and authentic face.

"We were helpless in making this decision back then. The surrounding sects put their flesh into our mouths to test us. If we don't give any reaction, I'm afraid that even the stability of the past century will not be maintained, so how can we talk about completing the tasks assigned by the ancestor?"

Speaking of this, Wang Hu was also quite troubled. After all, he was a casual cultivator and did not understand the twists and turns of the aristocratic sects. He was forced to speak out for the first time, and the situation was beyond his control.

Although people would be considered guilty and unconfident when they did not dare to expand, as long as they did not touch people's interests, they would not attract people to attack.

After a large-scale expansion, although you can gain some stability for a period of time, you will face the danger of the faction today's faction being forced to palace.

If he is a good plan, he will definitely choose the former's forbearance strategy. However, Wang Hu and the others became monks halfway through and did not recognize the situation for a while. They chose a way to drink poison to quench thirst. Now it is the time for poison to break out.

Fortunately, Wang Hu is not growing up. When he thinks about it carefully, he vaguely feels that there is another evil move behind this matter. The Nascent Soul Elders present are all chess pieces used by the other party to test the ancestor.

But he has no idea who this black hand is.

The sword cultivator's fighting skills are mostly based on attack, so the outcome is very fast. In just three days, hundreds of fighting skills came to an end.

In the end, the top name of the century-old sword fighting was picked by Qi Shanshan, who is now the peak of the early stage of Jiedan.

In other words, she will be the head of Wanjian Sect from now on!

The sword cultivator spoke with the sword in his hand. Since Qi Shanshan defeated all the fellow disciples in the sect with a sword, no one would be dissatisfied. The defeated Killing Pill Guardians also bowed to congratulate them.

However, just as the ceremony was about to be held, the elder of the Nascent Soul, led by Tong Qilin, directly blocked Qi Shanshan's way.

"Senior Tong, what do you mean? Can't you make trouble during this ceremony?!"

Wang Hu secretly grabbed the formation plate in his sleeve, stood up and shouted angrily.

"People's Lord Wang is so serious. We are also considering Wanjian Sect. We also ask the ancestor of your sect to preside over the ceremony. Otherwise, how can this new sect convince the public?"

Tong Qilin smiled brightly and said with a kind look.

"You are just ridiculous when Senior Tong said this. If you don't agree with the public, you have the final say!"

Qi Shanshan was unexpectedly tough at this time, and she used her natal flying sword and said in a deep voice.

"Yes, we haven't even spoken before the monks of Wanjian Sect. How can you outsiders point fingers here!"

Behind Qi Shanshan, Hou Jin and Qin Li, who had won the top scorer in the century-old sword fighting and Tanhua, stepped forward several steps at the same time and echoed angrily.

"Young man is arrogant and dares to talk to me like this. Today, Gu will teach you a lesson for your ancestor!"

These Nascent Soul Elders have never been treated like this by the Jiedan monk, and someone shouted angrily.

Even if there is a disagreement, he will make things difficult for Qi Shanshan and the other two.

But a strange thing, even when facing the spiritual pressure of the Nascent Soul monk, the three of them had no fear on their faces.

Seeing someone taking action, Qin Li's eyes flashed with a cold light, and with a finger of his sword, he took out a pink talisman.

Immediately afterwards, he rang out the talisman at the monk surnamed Gu without saying a word.

I saw this talisman burning in the air instantly, but then there was nothing unusual. However, the Nascent Soul Cultivators, including Tong Qilin, all felt a palpitation.

After counting breaths, the Nascent Soul cultivator who came back to his senses discovered that Gu Changfeng, who had just called to Qi Shanshan and the other two, was standing still at this moment. After exploring with his spiritual sense, he couldn't help but say in surprise:

"Die! Brother Gu is dead!"

"What! How is this possible!"

"It's that talisman! Capture them!"

The old man Yin Li shouted loudly, reminding everyone.

However, just as everyone was moved, he quietly took a few steps so that he could not look so conspicuous.

"I see who dares to move!"

Seeing this, Qi Shanshan shouted loudly and took out a talisman with Hou Jin beside her.

The bodies of the Nascent Soul monks immediately froze and did not dare to step forward any more. They all looked at the three of them with anger and fear.

"One talisman kills the Nascent Soul cultivator, and the ancestor Hongjun is indeed well-known. But judging from your appearance, there should be only these two talismans left. How can we deal with so many of us?"

Tong Qilin's face said with a ferocious expression.

"It's true that I can't deal with all of you, but the two who took action first will definitely die!"

Hou Jin was also fighting at this time, and his face was full of fierceness.

These three talismans were opened from the secret box left to them by the ancestors. There was indeed no more, but even if only one was left, it was enough to shock these other sects of Yuanying.

Seeing that a person was killed, Wang Hu no longer hesitated. With the urging of magic power, he activated the mountain protection formation.

For a moment, sword energy was everywhere, and murderous intent was everywhere!

"Hehe, junior, the talismans in your hands are indeed powerful, but unfortunately, your cultivation is too low, so I will defeat you!"

A dark laugh suddenly came from behind the crowd. At some point, a black jar appeared in the old man Yinli's hand, and a wisp of blue smoke floated out of it and soon merged into the air.

Suddenly, Qi Shanshan and the other two felt dizzy and could not concentrate their spiritual consciousness, so they naturally could not drive the talisman in their hands.

Seeing their embarrassment, the Nascent Soul Cultivators couldn't help but feel murderous. After all, they had to make trouble to this point, and the ancestor of Wanjian Sect appeared. It was obvious that the other party had either been transformed or had a big problem, and they no longer had to worry about it.

"Junior, weren't you very arrogant just now? I want to see if your bones are as hard as your mouth!"

"Oh? I'm also very curious. Whose bones can be softer than their mouths. Why don't you give me a demonstration?"

Suddenly, a strange male voice came from the other side of the pavilion. The magic fluctuations contained in it made the Nascent Soul monks shudder.

A name that made people feel scared appeared in their hearts at the same time.

Ancestor Hongjun!

The next moment, everyone looked in the sound and saw a young man looking at them coldly on the main seat on the third floor of the pavilion.

Is he the ancestor Hongjun?

It seemed that everyone was suspicious when they looked at the relationship that was too young, but soon a scream from beside them did not dare to have any doubts.

I saw that the Nascent Soul monk who was still shouting just now lay down on the ground like a pile of rotten meat, with bloody bones poking out.

"Yes, your bones are indeed soft enough. I blame you for your mistake."

It turned out that Luo Hong had just used the power of the universe and directly kneaded the bones of the man's body into pieces, which made him look like this.

"Brother Song! Fellow Daoist Luo, you have deposed Brother Song just because of one word. It would be too domineering to act like this!"

Among everyone, Tong Qilin had the highest cultivation level, and was at the peak of the middle stage of the Nascent Soul. Although he was extremely afraid of Luo Hong at this time, he was not as good as not to speak.
To be continued...