Smiling gracefully and looking at that figure, Ye Shaolan secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He was still the same, getting stronger and stronger.
"Fifth generation (sect master)!" Qing Jue and others made a sword salute one after another, looking at the figure coming out of the air with respectful expressions.
"It's late!" Ye Shaohan smiled slightly. If it weren't for his magical power, he might not have missed the first day of Zongbi a few days ago.
"The head of the Xuanwu Clan, Xuan Ren, has seen Wu Dai!" Looking at the figure so close to him, Xuan Ren became increasingly aware that Wu Dai before him was unfathomable, and said with a respectful expression.
Hearing this, Ye Shaohan's eyes moved away from the five people in Wuling and fell on Xuanren. On Xuanren, he felt the breath of the earth, as calm as the earth.
Being stared at by Ye Shaohan's gaze, Xuan Ren showed rare nervousness in his heart. This was something he had never experienced before in his decades of cultivation. He couldn't help but lower his gaze, not daring to look directly into Ye Shaohan's gaze.
Qing Jue and Jue Lin also looked at Ye Shaohan nervously. After all, the return of the Xuanwu clan still needed the approval of the fifth generation.
As if he noticed something strange about the Xuan Blade, Ye Shaohan smiled faintly: "Just come back. The Sword God Sect is waiting for your return. At least Xuanwu Peak will not be empty in the future!"
Hearing this, Qing Jue and Jue Lin both secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and Xuan Ren looked quite excited.
Just thinking of the Suzaku Clan, the three of them all had a bitter smile on their lips. In response, Ye Shaohan said lightly: "It's all up to chance!"
"Everyone has their own choices, their own reasons, and choose the path they want to take. Perhaps they have already chosen the path of the Suzaku Clan!" Ye Shaohan said softly.
After saying that, Ye Shaohan walked beside Wu Ling, looked at the broken arm, and sighed slightly: "Only when the right hand is lost, the left hand will become more important, because the left hand is given the mission of the right hand!"
"He will hold the sword just like his right hand did before!" Wu Ling whispered, his eyes firm.
After gently patting Wu Ling's shoulder, Ye Shaohan turned around, his back to the five people, and whispered: "The most important thing is that you have found your own persistence!"
"It is precisely because of persistence that I have a reason to go on!" Ye Shaohan closed his eyes tightly, and there was an invisible fluctuation in the void around him, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth surged towards him.
The endless spiritual energy of heaven and earth gathered on the Moon God Seal, and finally poured into Ye Shaohan's body. The changes here also attracted everyone's attention, and everyone just glanced at it without saying anything.
On the second day, Zongbi was originally a comparison between the leaders of the less popular sects, but due to Ye Shaohan's challenge, the matter was delayed.
But at this moment, Ye Shaohan's challenge has ended, so the competition between the sect leaders is still going on, because in the previous challenge, many unworthy sect leaders suffered a lot of minor injuries.
Therefore, it was not until several hours later that the battle against the Burui Sect Master continued.
However, because of Ye Shaohan's crazy challenge earlier, today's comparison between the inferior sect masters is no longer so impressive.
At least the sect leaders and elders of the second-rate sects and first-rate sects all had their eyes closed. Only the disciples in the Lingzong realm stood aside and watched the battle quietly. The entire Fengzong Island was filled with the sound of sharp breaking wind.
Dozens of earth-shaking fights were going on on Fengzong Island, and its weak sunlight was gradually obscured by clouds. It wasn't until the stars filled the sky that the day's fighting gradually ended.
The results of the competition among the unruly sects were also determined. The losing sect lost its position as the sect that protects the country, while the victorious sect gained another control over the country.
The Sword God Sect is the most unique, because now the Sword God Sect is already a second-rate sect, and Ye Shaohan previously swept all the lower-rate sects.
As a patriarch, the old man divided the seven empires adjacent to the Falling Rain Kingdom into the controlling country of the Sword God Sect.
Previously, those sects that had attracted the attention of the Falling Rain Country were not only defeated now, but also offered direct control over the country.
"The second day of the Zongbi is over! The third day of the Zongbi will be held again after three days!" The old man's voice floated in the sky, and for a while, sword light danced in the void.
Ye Shaohan also opened his eyes in vain, looked at the stars in the sky, and said lightly: "The second day of Zongbi is over!"
After saying that, Ye Shaohan stood up, took a step forward, stepped outside Fengzong Island, and walked into the endless wind and snow.
Qing Jue and others also stood up and followed closely behind Ye Shaohan.
Outside Fengzong Island, above the thousands of miles of ice.
Ye Shaohan put his hands behind his back and stared at the wind and snow in the sky with a look of contemplation in his eyes.
In the vast snowfield, Ye Shaohan's figure seemed to blend into the sky, the earth, and the snow.
Qing Jue, Jue Lin, Xuan Ren, Jian Xue, Wu Ling and others stood a hundred meters away, all looking quietly at the figure in white that made a hunting noise.
And there is no one figure within a radius of several thousand meters. This place has become a forbidden area. At least in the eyes of the third-rate sects, this is a forbidden area and they are not allowed to enter.
Need to fly like catkins, in the roaring cold wind, the snow catkins fall on the end of the ice
"Three major halls!" Ye Shaohan, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly said: "Very strong!"
When he was in the ### clan, Ye Shaohan had heard Jue Lin mention the strength of the three halls. However, when he faced it today, Ye Shaohan truly realized the terror of the three halls.
"Now, the three major ancient tribes have returned to the Sword God Sect. Even so, the strength of the Sword God Sect is still insignificant compared to the three major halls!" Ye Shaohan whispered.
"The three palace masters, the six deputy palace masters, and many elders are all at the Spiritual Emperor level!"
"The will of martial arts ignores magical powers and rules! Just a few Spirit Emperor realm warriors are enough to obliterate the Sword God Sect!"
"The three major palaces began to suppress the four major ancient clans thousands of years ago. It can be seen from this that the three major palaces did not allow the four major ancient clans to shake their status!"
"Now, the three major ancient clans have returned to the Sword God Sect. If the Sword God Sect is given a certain amount of time, the Sword God Sect will also recover a lot of its vitality. But, will the three major halls turn a blind eye?"
Ye Shaohan's mutterings blended into the wind and snow, and a simple long sword emerged from Ye Shaohan's hand.
"Xuantian Sword! The sword inherited by the Xuanwu clan!" Ye Shaohan's eyes fell on the strange mark on the Xuantian Sword, a Xuanwu roaring up to the sky, and Ye Shaohan felt a terrifying will in it!
"Four pieces of Moon God's jade, four inherited swords!" After carrying the Xuantian Sword, a bright sword flower spread out, and the space was torn apart with just one sword. Looking at the shattered space, Ye Shaohan whispered
: "What kind of game has the fourth generation laid out!"
"What is buried in that sword tomb?" Looking up at the sky, Ye Shaohan couldn't help but think of an ice sword that pierced the heaven and earth.
"Perhaps, Zongbi will be able to find out after this!" Ye Shaohan put away his sword, and the Xuantian Sword disappeared into the Qilin Necklace.
Suddenly, a sharp sound of breaking wind suddenly resounded in the sky. This sound of breaking wind broke the peace of the moment.
However, Ye Shaohan was still looking at the snowflakes floating in front of him as if he was unknown. On the contrary, the faces of Qing Jue and others standing a hundred meters away changed slightly, their sword eyebrows slightly furrowed, and their eyes glanced towards the sky.
Starlight flickered, but at this moment, the star-filled void dimmed in vain, and a figure stepped out of the void.
Dressed in a black robe, his long black hair was dancing wildly behind his back. As for his face, it was particularly strange and hazy, no matter how hard Qing Jue and others looked at it, they couldn't see clearly.
But as soon as this person appeared, Qing Jue knew who this person was. They could not forget the strange aura of this person, the Holy Son of the Sword Temple.
As soon as this figure appeared, its eyes like a real sword fell on Ye Shaohan, and at the same time, a chuckle spread in the sky: "Not bad!"
A very unpleasant smell hovered in the sky. Ye Shaohan raised his head, narrowed his eyes and looked at the figure lightly.
"The fifth-generation Moon God of the Sword God Sect, that's good!" The man still chuckled: "It's only been a few months, and the speed of growth is really shocking!
"It's also shocking that someone like you can come out of the Sword God Sect today!" There was a hint of disdain for the Sword God Sect in this man's voice. Today's Sword God Sect has completely declined.
And the scenery back then?
The defeated sect's reputation is certainly there, but its strength cannot match that reputation. In the end, the previous reputation is just a mockery of the present.
"A very annoying smell, a very annoying person!" Ye Shaohan narrowed his eyes slightly, and no one could see the look in his eyes: "Who are you?"
"Who am I?" Regarding that question, the young man in black robe was also a little confused. He rubbed his eyebrows carelessly and recalled: "I remember that I had a name many years ago. Later, the name gradually faded away. Not only me
Forget it, everyone else does too!"
"Later, they habitually called me the Son of the Sword God, and I got used to this title! The Son of the Sword God, maybe this name is a bit unfamiliar to me, but in a short time, you will be qualified to come into contact with this circle!"
The young man in black robe smiled and raised his slender right hand. Under the starlight, his hand looked pale.
Pointing them together as swords, the young man in black robe pointed his sword forward, and a strange wave spread out, hitting the void around him, and the snowflakes floating around turned into nothingness.
"The prince likes snow, but I have always hated the things he likes. By the way, the prince refers to the Moon Goddess Prince. The people behind you should know about this person!" The young man in black robe cast his eyes on the distant man.
Qing Jue and others chuckled.
"Son of the Sword God!" On the sect's steps, Ye Shaohan noticed this young man in black robes and said calmly: "Is something wrong?"
"Just came to see the prey, haha!" The young man in black robe continued to laugh, but his laughter was a bit colder than the cold wind.
"Prey?" Ye Shaohan didn't like the look in the black-robed young man's eyes. He looked aloof, like a god looking down at an ant.
"Besides coming to see the prey, there is one more thing I need to do. Then I want to confirm whether you are qualified to be my prey!" At this point, the young man in black robes' eyes fell on Ye Shaohan, and there was a look in his eyes.