Just an unsheathed fairy sword made it difficult for everyone to breathe.
If someone draws out a long sword and swings the first sword, the power is unparalleled.
The eyes of the public losers from the affiliated sects and Jishu Academy shone brightly, and their hearts were eager to take advantage of this fairy sword.
Their eyes were as burning as fire, all focused on the Ice Thunder Immortal Sword, so that the Qianyuan Sword fragments became dim in front of the Immortal Sword.
"A bunch of short-sighted people." Shen Yu looked at everyone and sneered contemptuously:
"No matter how powerful the Ice Thunder Immortal Sword is, it has its upper limit. If it encounters a higher-level artifact, it can only be like a grandson, kneeling down to beg for mercy and bowing its head. How can it be compared to the feared Qianyuan Sword."
Wen Yi did not agree with Shen Yu's view, "No matter how good the Qianyuan Sword fragments are, they are still fragments. Whether they can be collected together is still a question. It is a defective product after all."
"The Ice and Thunder Immortal Sword is different. This is the sword of the founder of the Piaomiao Fantasy Palace. Any life sword with a monk's cultivation below the Mahayana realm will be suppressed by the Ice and Thunder Immortal Sword."
"One is the power that is close at hand."
"One is a vague fantasy. Normal people know what to choose."
After the subordinate sects paid boring and boring compliments to the main sect, the much-anticipated second sect competition was about to begin.
At this time, Wen Yi took Shang Shang to the center of the main hall of Lingxiao Palace, "Everyone, I have something to say."
Upon seeing this, Liu Xinci said: "Little junior sister, the Ten Thousand Peaks Festival is in progress. If you have anything to do, you can talk about it later."
"That's not possible. This matter is very important to me and to Miao Miao Huan Mansion." Wen Yi pulled Shang Shang to the front of the crowd:
"Shang Wuji is the next young master of my Miao Miao Huan Mansion Piaomiao Peak.
He is also my direct disciple.
I, Wen Yi, the seventh elder of Miao Miao Huan Mansion, am here to tell the world."
As soon as he finished speaking, the bustling hall fell silent.
"Shangshang, you can now perform the apprenticeship ceremony." Wen Yi waved to the waiters and motioned for them to serve the apprenticeship tea.
The disciple brought the apprenticeship tea to Shang Shang.
Shang Shang, who was holding the apprenticeship tea, knelt on the ground with tears in his eyes and said in a sweet voice: "Disciple Shang Wuji pays homage to the master."
With this worship, their relationship is no longer a Taoist couple, but a true master and disciple.
The little girl knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times, "Master, please have tea."
Liu Xinci was shocked when he saw that Wen Yi had secretly accepted a disciple without telling everyone.
Piaomiao Peak is the residence of the previous peak master.
It is also the main peak in front of Miao Miao Huan Mansion.
This place contains many secrets and forbidden areas of the sect.
Just let Wen Yi become the peak master. How could she accept a disciple as a joke and become the young peak master at the age of six?
Let’s not talk about whether Shang Wuji passed the test of the major elders.
He is still young now and it is unknown what he will look like in the future.
What if he is the next Wen Yi?
Should Piaomiao Peak be allowed to decline like this?
Liu Xinci was about to severely criticize Wen Yi for his absurdity, but Bai Feng and Xie Qian grabbed one of his arms.
Bai Feng said with a smile: "Piaomiao Peak is my junior sister's territory, she can accept whoever she wants as her disciple.
Although Shang Wuji is still a little baby, I think he still has the ability to become a genius.
He suddenly encountered such a big situation, so he didn't panic, but he was tearfully thinking about how sad he couldn't be the husband of his junior sister.
This character alone is better than most people in Miao Miao Huan Palace."
Xie Qian also advised: "Before Master passed away, he divided the peaks and veins among us. This is called family division in the mortal world.
We take care of our own affairs, and Junior Sister feels that Shang Wuji has a bright future, so let’s not meddle in such noisy matters."
Both of them have selfish motives.
Because Wen Yi had asked the two of them before going to Lingxiao Palace if they could do business without any problems.
They all said that they either had no time or no energy.
Now the little junior sister is determined to accept her first disciple, even if it is a little ridiculous, she will go with her.
Wen Yi caught a glimpse of Liu Xinci's hesitant face from the corner of her eye. She slowly took the apprenticeship tea and took a sip:
"Good boy, Shang Shang, Piaomiao Peak will be your home from now on.
I will practice the ruthless way as my master, and from now on you will follow me to practice the ruthless killing sword."
Shang Shang nodded solemnly: "Disciple, I will obey my master's orders."
Fate is like this, you can't resist it and enjoy it.
You can't become a Taoist couple with Wen Yi, but you can be a master and a disciple. At least you can see your wife every day... No, you are the master now.
After everyone watching the apprenticeship ceremony was stunned, they all congratulated Wen Yi on becoming his disciple.
At the same time, congratulations to Shang Shang for becoming the first disciple of Piaomiao Peak.
Countless eyes of envy, jealousy, anger, regret, doubt, and resentment came towards the merchant shop like a tide.
The tsunami formed by blossoming distorted human nature fell on the six-year-old Shang Shang, who was so frightened that his face turned pale.
He held Wen Yi's clothes tightly with his hand, pretending to be calm, and glared fiercely at those with ill intentions.
Wen Yi calmly blocked his apprentice behind him, "Second Senior Brother, continue your Ten Thousand Peaks Ceremony."
Liu Xin was so angry that he vomited blood.
Is this his Ten Thousand Peaks Ceremony?
This is the Ten Thousand Peaks Ceremony of Piao Miao Huan Mansion!
Meteor Porcelain's face turned livid when she was interrupted by Wen Yi midway, but because of her face, she did not want to be angry at Wen Yi:
"I have twenty wooden plaques in my hand. Each wooden plaque has the names of the seven peak masters of the Piaomiao Huan Palace and the elders of the affiliated sects and Jishu Academy."
"According to the rules, I will randomly select three teams from twenty wooden cards. These three teams respectively represent the main sect, the affiliated sects, and the Jishu Academy."
"If two elders from affiliated sects are drawn at the same time, they will be drawn again."
The elders of the affiliated sects immediately looked at each other in shock when they heard the news, with mixed feelings in their hearts. This is the pain of living under someone else's roof and being treated like a dog.
They are all obviously from Miao Miao Huan Mansion, but they are treated so differently, which is unfair.
There are only three places in total.
The main sect and Jishu Yuan each get one, and the remaining sects choose one from the eighteen affiliated sects. It seems fair, but in fact it is unfair.
So what if it's unfair? In the world of immortality, strength is respected.
If their strength exceeds that of Miao Miao Huanfu, they will definitely find ways to break away from the control of the main sect, or directly turn the main sect into a subsidiary sect of their own.
What made them most angry was that someone from the Jishu Yuan also occupied a quota.
"Shen Yu." Wen Yi cast a look at Shen Yu floating in the air, "I must participate in this competition."
For the fragments of the Qianyuan Immortal Sword, and also for the Ice and Thunder Immortal Sword.
Shen Yu's head nodded slightly.
Liu Xinci put the signs in a wooden box in front of everyone, and then picked a name at random:
"Elder Ziyun of Ziyun Palace."
Ziyun Palace is an affiliated sect of Miao Miao Huan Palace, and they practice swordsmanship.
After choosing Ziyun Palace, the elders of other affiliated sects all looked disappointed.