On the top of the Sword Fighting Peak, on a ring surrounded by formations, two guardians wearing Wanjian Sect costumes were fighting fiercely with their respective flying swords, causing auras to appear from time to time and the clashing sounds of sword techniques.
Everlasting.
In the three directions of the arena, east, west, and south, sat the foundation-building disciples of Wanjian Sect, the low-level disciples who came to watch the ceremony, and the dozens of Wanjian Sect's elixir-forming guardians who participated in the sword fight.
To the north stands a pavilion overflowing with treasures. Not only are the elders of the Wanjian Sect, but also the Yuanying elders of more than a dozen sects in the surrounding prefectures.
But no matter whether it was the elders of each church or the Yuanying of other sects, they could only sit on the second floor at this time. There was only one seat on the third floor that was vacant, and no one dared to approach it.
"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 have advanced to the Dan Jie stage at over a hundred years old, and it’s really nice to enjoy the shade with a big tree at my back!”
Among the distinguished guests, a skinny old man with a stern face sneered at the Nascent Soul monk next to him.
"With outstanding talent and sufficient resources, it is not that amazing to be able to form an elixir for a hundred years.
However, if you don’t become Yuanying, you are just an ant after all and cannot support a large sect.”
Tong Qilin said expressionlessly, his eyes flashing with anger.
"Jie Jie, Brother Tong is absolutely right.
The ancestor of Hongjun has not shown his face for more than a hundred years since that war. If he were alive, he would have to attend such a major event as the selection of the leader of his sect in person. Otherwise, how could he convince the new leader?
To convince the public!"
Not far away, an old man in a soap robe with a devilish aura spoke with a clear meaning.
"Yes, we are also considering the future of Wanjianmen, and we should give some advice then."
"Hey, you all have said so, so it counts as Gu."
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After being provoked, the Yuanying elders of these other sects became angry one after another. They did not dare to openly oppose Wanjianmen. After all, Luo Hong's reputation was too great, so they used this method of persuasion to force Luo Hong.
Show up.
No matter how great your reputation is, it can only be used on a living person!
Luo Hong has not appeared for more than a hundred years, so it is no wonder that these sects who have been suffering from Wanjian Sect for a long time suspect that he has passed away due to serious injuries.
But what's too much is that they didn't transmit sound when they talked, and they didn't use any magic like a soundproof mask. They just said it in front of all the hall masters of Wanjian Sect.
This can be considered a humiliation!
"Pavilion Master Wang, I'm afraid we can't suppress these people anymore. Why don't you go to the back mountain again and try to ask the ancestor to come out?"
The old man surnamed Song said with an ugly expression.
"It's useless to make a few more trips. With the ancestor's magical power, how could he not know what is happening here? Since he has not shown up now, no matter who goes, he will not be invited.
The only solution for now is to send someone to summon the Leiyin Sect and ask Master Yanjing to come and help."
Ever since he took the Enlightenment Wine, Wang Hu seemed to have had an enlightenment. He practiced the Tiangang Sword Art with ease. With his contribution in winemaking, he obtained a Diyuan Pill. Now he is not only a monk in the late stage of pill formation, but also a vaguely powerful person.
The leader of the Sword Sect no longer has the reckless aura in his body.
"Hey, if I had known this, we should have obeyed our ancestor's arrangements back then and focused on cultivating disciples instead of expanding our power."
The old man surnamed Song looked bitter and authentic.
"We had no choice but to make this decision back then. The surrounding sects were testing us as if they were putting meat in our mouths. If we didn't give any response, I'm afraid we wouldn't be able to maintain the stability of the past hundred years, so how could we complete the work of our ancestors?
The assigned tasks.”
Speaking of this matter, Wang Hu also had a headache. After all, he was born as a casual cultivator and did not understand the twists and turns of the aristocratic sect. When someone forced him to open his mouth, the situation was beyond his control.
Although those who did not dare to expand back then would be considered guilty and lacking confidence, as long as they did not benefit others, they would not attract attacks.
After the massive expansion, although it can gain stability for a period of time, it will face the danger of being forced into the palace by various factions today.
If they were good planners, they would definitely choose the former strategy of forbearance, but after all, Wang Hu and the others became a monk halfway, failed to recognize the situation for a while, and chose the path of drinking poison to quench their thirst. Now is the time when the poison takes effect.
Fortunately, Wang Hu has not grown up. Now that he thinks about it carefully, he vaguely feels that there is a black hand behind this matter. These Nascent Soul elders present are all pawns used by the other party to test the ancestor.
It's just that he doesn't have any idea who the black hand is.
Sword cultivators mostly use attack against attack, so the victory or defeat is determined very quickly. In just three days, hundreds of battles came to an end.
In the end, the first place in the century-old sword fight was won by Qi Shanshan, who is now at the peak of the early stage of pill formation.
In other words, she will be the leader of Wanjian Sect from now on!
The sword cultivator spoke with the sword in his hand. Since Qi Shanshan had defeated all her fellow sects with the sword, no one would be dissatisfied. Those defeated Danjiu Dharma Protectors also raised their hands in congratulations.
However, just as the grand ceremony was about to be held, the Yuanying elders of another sect headed by Tong Qilin directly blocked Qi Shanshan's path.
"Senior Tong, what do you mean by this? Do you want to cause trouble during our grand ceremony?!"
Wang Hu secretly clasped the array disk in his sleeves, stood up suddenly and shouted angrily.
"Pavilion Master Wang is exaggerating. For the sake of Wanjian Sect, we also asked the ancestor of your sect to come forward to host the ceremony. Otherwise, how can the new leader convince the public?"
Tong Qilin smiled brightly and put on a kind look.
"Senior Tong's words are ridiculous. It's not up to you to decide whether he will convince the public or not!"
Qi Shanshan was unexpectedly tough at this time, she used her natal flying sword and said in a deep voice.
"That's right. We, the monks from Wanjian Sect, haven't spoken. How can we allow outsiders like you to point fingers here?"
Behind Qi Shanshan, Hou Jin and Qin Li, who had won the second place and third place in the Hundred Years Sword Fighting, took a few steps forward at the same time and echoed angrily.
"Young man is so presumptuous that you dare to talk to us like this. Today Gu will teach you a lesson on behalf of your ancestor!"
These Yuanying elders have never been treated like this by the Danjie monks, even though someone shouted angrily.
Even if they disagree, they will take action to embarrass Qi Shanshan and the others.
But the strange thing is that even when faced with the spiritual pressure of the Nascent Soul cultivator, none of the three of them showed any fear on their faces.
Seeing someone making a move, Qin Li's eyes flashed coldly, and with a pinch of his sword, he took out a pink-lined talisman.
Then, without saying a word, he struck the talisman towards the monk surnamed Gu.
I saw the talisman burned instantly in the air, but nothing happened immediately. However, all the Nascent Soul cultivators, including Tong Qilin, all felt palpitations in their hearts.
After a few breaths, the Nascent Soul cultivator finally came to his senses and discovered that Gu Changfeng, who had been shouting at Qi Shanshan and the others just now, was standing still. After using his spiritual sense to detect it, he couldn't help but exclaimed:
"Dead! Brother Gu is dead!"
"What! How is this possible!"
"It's that talisman! Capture them quickly!"
The stern old man shouted loudly, reminding everyone.
However, just when everyone was interested, he quietly took a few steps back so that he would not look so conspicuous.
"Let's see who dares to move!"
Qi Shanshan also shouted loudly when she saw this, and Hou Jin on the side each took out a talisman.
All the Nascent Soul cultivators froze immediately and did not dare to step forward any further. They all looked at the three of them with anger in their eyes and fear.
"One talisman can kill a Nascent Soul cultivator. Ancestor Hongjun is indeed worthy of his reputation. But judging from your appearance, there should be only these two talismans left. How can you deal with so many of us?"
Tong Qilin looked ferocious.
"It's true that I can't deal with all of you, but the two who attack first will definitely die!"
Hou Jin was also working hard at this time, with a fierce look on his face.
These three talismans were opened from the secret box left to them by their ancestors. There were indeed no more, but even if there was only one left, it was enough to frighten these other sects' Yuanying.
Seeing that people were killed, Wang Hu immediately stopped hesitating and activated his magic power to activate the mountain-protecting formation.
For a moment, sword energy was everywhere, and the sky and the earth were filled with murderous intent!
"Jiejie, junior, the talismans in your hands are indeed powerful, but unfortunately, your cultivation level is too low, and you will be defeated by me!"
A sinister laugh suddenly came from behind the crowd. At some point, a black jar appeared in the hand of the sinister old man, and wisps of green smoke floated out of it, quickly blending into the air.
Immediately, Qi Shanshan and the other three felt dizzy, unable to concentrate their consciousness, and naturally unable to activate the spiritual talismans in their hands.
Seeing their embarrassment, all the Nascent Soul cultivators couldn't help but become murderous. After all, the ancestor of the Wanjian Sect didn't show up even after the trouble had reached this point. It was obvious that the other party had either passed away or something had gone wrong, and they no longer needed to worry about it.
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"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 curious about who's bones are softer than their mouth. Why don't you demonstrate it to me."
Suddenly, a strange male voice came from the pavilion, and the mana fluctuations contained in it made all the Nascent Soul cultivators shiver.
A name that was terrifying to think of appeared in their hearts at the same time.
Ancestor Hongjun!
The next moment, everyone followed the sound and saw a young man looking at them indifferently on the main seat on the third floor of the pavilion.
Is he the ancestor of Hongjun?
Seemingly looking at the relationship that was too young, everyone couldn't help but feel suspicious, but soon a scream came from around them, which stopped them from having the slightest doubt.
I saw that the Nascent Soul cultivator who had been shouting just now was lying on the ground like a pile of rotten flesh, with bloody bones and dregs poking out of his body.
"Yes, your bones are indeed soft enough. I wrongly blamed you."
It turned out that it was Luo Hong who had just used the power of the universe to crush all the bones in this man's body into pieces, which made him look like this.
"Brother Song! Fellow Daoist Luo, you cripple Brother Song just because of a word. It's too arrogant to act like this!"
Among all the people, Tong Qilin had the highest cultivation level and was already at the peak of the middle Nascent Soul stage. Although he was extremely afraid of Luo Hong at this time, he was not to the point where he did not dare to speak.
"Haha, you have already come to the door, do you still expect Luo to hold back? Honestly, no matter who gave you the courage, Luo can still reincarnate you!"
Luo Hong sneered and threatened in a deep voice.
"Tong didn't quite understand what Fellow Daoist Luo said. We were just trying to persuade him with nice words, but you monks from the Wanjian Sect suddenly killed you, which forced us to fight back.
I think Fellow Daoist Luo should wait for an explanation!"
Thinking of that person's promise, Tong Qilin gained the courage to say.
"Actually, Luo always loves to reason. After all, he has researched so many things and has no one to talk to. He always feels a bit depressed.
However, Luo is very picky when reasoning, and for those who don't intend to be reasonable, Luo can usually be more unreasonable than them.
Luo doesn't want you to feel it now, but wants me to feel it.
If I say you are invading this sect, then you are invading this sect. Who cares whether you did it or not?
Besides, you are not qualified to call me fellow Taoist!"
Luo Hong suddenly dropped his smile and released the huge spiritual pressure of his god-transforming monk, immediately causing Tong Qilin and others to retreat.
"You...you disappeared for hundreds of years to advance to become a god! How is this possible? You are only five hundred years old. How can you advance! How can you advance!"
Tong Qilin was going crazy at the moment. The fish he caught was actually bigger than his backer. How could he play with it!
Seeing him like this, Luo Hong didn't bother to talk nonsense with him. With a thought, he ordered Qingfeng to take action.
Although there is a ban, these people take the initiative to provoke Luo Hong and are not protected by the ban.
There is also the force behind the scenes. After he finishes the matter of Wanjianmen, he will inevitably have to go there.
Although it won't kill it, it will definitely make it unable to recover.
After taking out a palm to help Qing Feng finish quickly, Luo Hong ignored it and glanced at Wan Hu and others. As expected, these people didn't give him any surprises, not one of them had broken through to the Nascent Soul.
However, they did a good job. Even though there were some deviations in what he told them, the eighty-one alchemy sword cultivators still successfully trained him.
"See my ancestor, congratulations to my ancestor for his advancement in becoming a god and his great advancement in the path of immortality!"
Wang Hu felt that the surprise came too suddenly, and he was so excited that he immediately knelt down to pay homage to him.
Qi Shanshan and the others were shocked when they saw that their ancestor turned out to be Uncle Luo back then.
They were originally wondering how their ancestor could decide to focus on training them so easily. It turned out that the test had already been carried out before they knew it.
"Well, you have done a good job over the years. I will discuss your merits and reward you later. Now, let's gather all the alchemy protectors in the sect.
When I came out of seclusion, I used my spiritual consciousness to scan the mountain gate. The elixir-forming protectors in the gate should be more than just those participating in sword fights."
The matter of Wan Jian Tu has been delayed for too long, and it is expected to be concluded today, so Luo Hong can't help but urge it.
"Every important place in the sect cannot be separated from people. Although these alchemy protectors did not come to participate in the official sword fight, they had actually competed in a round before, and they were the ones who lost.
The juniors will send an order for them to come here and ask the ancestors to wait a moment!"
Wang Hu was deeply afraid that Luo Hong would blame him for not following his instructions, so he explained before using a token to cast a spell.
In just a moment, dozens of rays of light came from all directions...