Seeing that Chu Yue had made up his mind, He Xiongshan stopped trying to persuade him, but he also developed feelings of admiration.
Warriors in the world pursue the true meaning of martial arts, fame, wealth, power, and financial status.
No matter how firm your will is, there will be times when you are shaken.
The younger a person is, the more immature their mind is.
When encountering such an honor, no one would be excited, but she would be so calm and calm, as if she didn't care.
But what has to be said is that by rejecting the martial arts throne, Chu Yue only lost an opportunity to stand out in front of hundreds of thousands of disciples.
But it also made the people behind her even more loyal!
The great elder not far away was leaning on a cane and looking in the direction of Chu Yue while being supported by an attendant under the scorching sun.
A relieved smile appeared on the old man's pale face.
The waiter shook his head in confusion: "Miss Ye is so willful. She refused the martial arts throne that the disciples dreamed of in public."
"you are wrong."
The Great Elder said weakly: "This is not willfulness, but rather a sign of foresight and an extraordinary mind! Such a person will be crowned a prince and worship the king in the future. Only such a person can win over people's hearts."
The waiter was half confused, but still confused: "There are only a few people, except for the Young Master of the Yan family, the strongest Leng Qingshuang is just a disciple of Hongmeng Palace and a low-ranking Xuanji disciple. Is it worth it?"
"Whether it's worth it or not, you'll know one day."
The Great Elder said: "These children are Lingtian's future and the inheritors of martial arts civilization."
only......
The great elder smiled bitterly and sighed deeply.
I don't know if he, a sickly old coffin, can wait until such a day.
While the master and servant were talking, Chu Yue had already led everyone to sit at the table where Xuanji disciples were sitting.
He Xiongshan touched his chin and looked up at the martial arts throne, "In this case, what will happen to the vacant martial arts throne..."
As soon as he finished speaking, He Xiongshan smiled and asked a group of souls to sit down and see the world.
Then everyone saw a bunch of little souls wearing Shenxuan costumes and carrying bags, crowded on a throne suspended in mid-air.
He Xiongshan was still pointing nearby.
When all the disciples saw this, their jaws dropped to the ground in shock.
Is this the second elder who has always hated evil?
Could it be that he was transferred?
Chu Yue leaned lazily on the table and looked at He Xiongshan with a smile on his face, who treated the little souls as his disciples.
"Mr. He, I haven't seen you for a few months, you are really becoming more and more capable."
An old and energetic voice suddenly sounded!
Hearing the sound, He Xiongshan, who was arranging little Hunhun's clothes, his face suddenly changed, and his eyes were filled with complicated emotions.
He maintained a stooped posture, as frozen as a picture, with his gray brows furrowed tightly and his teeth secretly gritted.
Chu Yue raised her eyebrows and followed the sound.
But at the end of the eighty-two-square martial arts platform, where the magnificent tower was, the senior officials of Shenxuan were slowly walking towards them.
The speaker is an old woman with gray hair, her hair is in a strict bun, and she holds a golden phoenix crutch in her hand. She is wearing the unique costume of the Shenxuan Elder, mainly in black and gold tones, and she looks quite powerful and domineering!
Next to the old woman is a man in a green shirt, supporting the old woman with his slender hands.
The man's hair is like a knife, with a golden flame totem between his eyebrows, and his thin red lips contain a faint smile.
When walking, everyone shows their style!
Leng Qingshuang's voice sounded in Chu Yue's ears: "The man in the green shirt is Nangong Chu, the number one star-slayer!"
Hearing these words, Chu Yue's mind immediately flashed to the man with strange eyes who questioned her that morning, the former Star-Slaying leader Yu Siming!
"That old woman is Lu Qiong, one of the twelve elders of Shenxuan, and she is also Nangongchu's master."
Leng Qingshuang said again.
Chu Yue half-squinted her eyes and inadvertently looked at He Xiongshan in mid-air. She keenly noticed something was wrong with He Xiongshan.
The deacons of Shenxuan opened the gold-level treasure.
Among the treasures from all directions, the golden stairs were shining with dazzling light, leading to the martial arts throne and the vast earth below!
Nangongchu and another girl in a green skirt with two braids helped Granny Lu Qiong walk up the golden steps.
Grandma Lu Qiong smiled slightly and looked down at Mount He Xiong standing in front of the lower throne. "Mr. He hates evil very much and is extremely disgusted with evil things in the world. How come he has become so worldly and tactful now? Could it be said that Mr. He has also learned to go?"
Are you trying to please His Highness Sanctuary’s fiancée?”
Nangongchu and the girl in green skirt stood on either side of the throne under Granny Lu Qiong, like guardians on the left and right.
Mother-in-law Lu Qiong looked at He Xiongshan's back mockingly, and added a little more anger: "It seems that time is such a good thing, but it's only been in the past few decades, and Mr. He forgot to devour your father."
That thing is the evil spirit. I am afraid that my father-in-law will die in silence when he sees that the family tradition is so bad."
He Xiongshan stood in front of the martial arts throne, hanging in the air. High in the sky behind him was Granny Lu Qiong.
He lowered his head and looked at the little souls in front of him, and couldn't help but think of the rainy night with thunder and lightning many years ago.
The evil spirits devoured his father, who swore to defend the right path to the death!
Even if decades have passed, even if he has gone from black hair to gray hair.
The tragedy of that day is still vivid in my mind, and it lingers in my nightmares every midnight!
He Xiongshan's cloudy eyes turned red, and his body and shoulders were shaking slightly!
The little souls gathered together and were all very happy.
After discovering the changes in He Xiongshan, the little souls floated towards He Xiongshan and rubbed their little heads against He Xiongshan, as if to comfort him.
The old man's anger gradually subsided.
He said sternly with a straight face: "Sit tight and don't look around. You have to watch the martial arts competition later. After it's over, you have to write down your martial arts experience after watching it."
Little Soul nodded her head like garlic, very well-behaved and sensible.
A kind smile appeared on He Xiongshan's old cheek.
Grandma Lu Qiong looked at him, suddenly picked up the golden phoenix crutch and waved it in the air——
Everyone then heard the red-gold lightning rolling past like a swimming dragon, and the ear-splitting thunderous sound made people's eardrums sting!
"Where is the Judgment Army?"
Grandma Lu Qiong smiled.
Several rows of Judgment Army swarmed in from all directions, with a majestic momentum that frightened the young disciples.
"Something is going to happen." Leng Qingshuang frowned.
"Yes, someone wants to... disrespect his elders." Chu Yue said lightly.
The entire Judgment Army surrounded the martial arts platform.
This shows the majesty of the position of elder!
Grandma Lu Qiong looked at the ugly-looking He Xiongshan and said with a smile: "Mr. He, don't let these dirty things ruin your reputation. The Judgment Army will throw these evil dirty things into the Burning Sky Cave and burn them to death.
"
"yes!"
The soldiers of the Judgment Army approached Little Soul Soul along the golden stairs.
The little souls gathered together, their eyes wide open with anger in them.
Chu Yue sat elegantly on the table with her legs crossed, a bloodthirsty smile spreading across her lips, and her delicate long fingers caressing the sharp bone-breaking axe.
"Who dares?!"
He Xiongshan turned around, looked at the Judgment Army, and roared angrily!