"Dong dong dong..." The melodious bells echoed throughout the Tianjian Sect.
In a cave full of spiritual energy, the supreme elder of Tianjian Sect, Leng Qingwu, and his wife opened their eyes immediately.
"Husband, this bell..." the cold and ruthless woman asked with some uncertainty.
"This is the sect's holy bell, this is the sound of the sect's holy bell.
Damn it, what on earth is that boy Sang Liangliang doing?
Can the sect’s holy bell be rung at will?”
Leng Qingqing felt a headache when she thought of Sang Liangliang.
In terms of seniority, this Sang Liangliang is the younger brother of Meng Jiugu, the founder of the Tianjian Sect, and he even calls himself Junior Master.
But this little master is good at everything, but he loves to cause trouble too much.
"That shouldn't be the case. Although the young master has a naughty temperament, he also knows the ins and outs of things. He shouldn't do anything random like ringing the sect's holy bell."
The cold and ruthless woman said with some uncertainty.
"Hey! Is there anything else our little master doesn't dare to do?
I originally thought that by giving up the position of sect leader to this little master, the couple of us would be able to have a little more leisure in the future.
It's okay now. After a while, our little master won't stop unless he causes us some trouble."
"Stop complaining and think about how to clean up this mess since the bell has already rung."
The Leng Wuqing woman gave a helpless smile, pulled Leng Qing Wu and started to walk out of the cave.
At the same time, in the mountains of Tianjian Sect, figures one after another rose into the sky, all flying towards the square where the statue of the founder of Tianjian Sect was located.
Each of these people has a powerful aura, and there are dozens of infant stage experts in a single unit.
You must know that when Emperor Li Tian first entered Tianjian Sect, Tianjian Sect was at the bottom among the eight major forces, and the disciples of the sect were bullied by other sects.
Even some second-rate forces dared to bully the Tianjian Sect.
There was no way. The Tianjian Sect at that time was too weak. There were only two people, Leng Qingqing and his wife, who were strong in the Nascent Soul stage, and they were still in the early Nascent Soul stage.
However, in the current Tianjian Sect, the number of disciples in the entire sect has reached tens of thousands, and there are dozens of infant-stage experts in a single unit.
The eight major forces at the peak of that year combined may not have as many Nascent Soul stage powerhouses as the Tianjian Sect now.
The number one sect in the world, with the number of powerful Nascent Soul stage men in the sect, Tianjian Sect is known as the number one sect in Jiugu Star, and it is well deserved.
The originally peaceful square was now crowded with people, whispering to each other, and no one knew what was going on.
"What day is it today?
How could the sect’s holy bell be rung?”
"It can't be that our unreliable sect master is just idle and bored again."
"Don't tell me, your guess is really reliable.
The sect's holy bell will only be rung when receiving guests of the highest standard.
Now, looking at the entire Jiugu Star, what other forces and people are worthy of such a grand reception from our Tianjian Sect?"
In the discussion, most people guessed that this must be another trick of Sang Liangliang.
Disciples of the Tianjian Sect have become accustomed to this unreliable sect leader.
"Look, it's the guardians on the left and right."
Hearing this call, everyone looked along the sound and saw two men and two women walking slowly not far away.
No, maybe it’s more appropriate to say two women and one man.
The other person's head was as swollen as a pig's head at this time, and it was impossible to tell whether he was a man or a woman.
"Look, that guy who is as swollen as a pig's head looks like our sect leader to me?"
"Don't talk nonsense. Although the lord of the sect is unreliable in his actions, his strength is that no one in the entire Jiugu Star can be his opponent.
Who has the ability to beat our sect leader into this state?"
However, as soon as the man finished speaking, he saw the bloated guy with a pig's head holding his head high and shouting at the top of his lungs.
"Why are you scumbags all here, those Nascent Soul stage elders?
Didn’t you hear the sect’s holy bell that this sect leader rang?”
With an arrogant pace and a ruffian-like voice, if not Sang Liangliang, the leader of the Tianjian Sect, who else could it be?
For a moment, tens of thousands of cultivators were all stunned.
"Oh my god, how could our sect leader be beaten like this? Are there still such bold people in this world?
How dare you beat our sect leader like this."
"Damn it, this is a declaration of war with our Tianjian Sect. Sect Master, who on earth beat you like this?
If you dare to provoke our Tianjian Sect, we will never let it go."
"Sir, Lord Sect, please give the order. No matter which force dares to beat Lord Sect Master like this, he is an enemy of our entire Tianjian Sect."
Suddenly, the entire Tianjian Sect was in a state of excitement.
Facing the indignant sect disciples, Sang Liangliang not only did not feel ashamed, but was extremely proud. He turned to look at Emperor Li Tian next to him, and a very ugly smile appeared on his swollen pig head.
"Master, have you seen how your disciple is managing the sect?
Isn't it much stronger than when you were here?
Disciple, am I better than my master?"
"Sang Liangliang, can you not be so shameless? How much credit do you have for Tianjian Sect to be where it is today?"
Leng Youlan rolled her eyes unceremoniously.
"Lord Sect Master, I wonder what you are doing today?
Why ring the sect’s holy bell? Don’t you know what it means to ring the holy bell?”
As this cold voice sounded, dozens of people were seen speeding past in the distance, led by a middle-aged couple.
"Leng Wuqing, are you menopausal? Why do you have so many things to do?
As the head of a sect, don’t I have the right to ring the holy bell?”
He was still in the void, and when Leng Qingrui heard Sang Liangliang's words, he almost stumbled down out of anger.
"Husband, forget it, you'd better stop talking."
The ruthless woman consoled her.
Soon, Leng Wuqing and his wife and a group of Yuanying stage elders arrived at the Patriarch Statue Square.
When everyone saw the pig-headed Sang Liangliang, their eyes widened in surprise.
"Leng Qingwu, you should be watched by this sect leader.
This is the distinguished guest of our sect today. I would like to ask you whether this distinguished guest is worthy of ringing the sect’s holy bell.
If you have the courage, just tell him that he is not worthy, and I will promise you that I will listen to you in everything from now on and will never cause you any trouble.
I'm afraid you don't have the courage."
Sang Liangliang said with some gloating.
The next moment, the eyes of tens of thousands of people in the audience were all looking in the direction of Sang Liangliang's finger.
When the cold and ruthless couple looked in the direction of Sang Liang's finger, their bodies trembled.
"Ancestor, ancestor, ancestor..." Leng Wuwu stuttered instantly and didn't say a word for a long time.
"Hahaha, Leng Qingwu, you have today too.
Let me ask you, when my Master Sang Liangliang returns, is he worthy enough to ring the sect’s holy bell?”