Eight hundred and fortieth chapters sell ancestors for glory
If there was no background, it would take Xia Qingchen a hundred years to reach the level of Wan Xiaoqi, right?
At this moment, the shadow of Xia Qingchen was completely erased from everyone's minds.
The mediator definitely has someone else who is a master, and it is very possible that he is really Madman Sword or one of his disciples.
Unexpectedly, Yun Fo, who silently listened to their discussion, smiled slightly: "This is an urgent message sent to me by an old friend of the military palace. Please circulate it."
Ancestor Baihua's eyes lit up, and he laughed and cursed: "Yunfo is really good at selling things out."
There was clearly a letter, but it was deliberately hidden, leaving them to make wild guesses.
"Come, come, let me see first, which great master from my hometown is coming to our Tianyue Ridge." Ancestor Baihua took the first step to take the letter with a smile on his face.
The content of the letter is very short, only two lines of text, and can be scanned at a glance.
At first glance, the smile on Baihua Ancestor's face was completely frozen like a ten-thousand-year-old black ice version.
"What's wrong, Ancestor Baihua?" Ancestor Gongliang on the side saw that his condition was not right, so he shouted several times in succession and waved his palm in front of him.
But Baihua Ancestor never responded, just like a wood carving.
This scene caused the whole audience to fall into consternation and brief panic. Did something happen to Patriarch Baihua?
Ancestor Gongliang was extremely surprised and took the letter from Ancestor Baihua.
With a quick glance, he stood up suddenly and exclaimed: "Xia Qingchen!!!"
The letter was clearly written in black and white.
Everyone was frightened by the loud shouts of Patriarch Gongliang. Since the sneak attack, Patriarch Gongliang has always been in a state of illness.
Most of the day is spent sitting or lying down.
Now he suddenly stood up and shouted loudly, catching them off guard and frightening them.
"Ancestor, what is Xia Qingchen?" Gong Liangyun came over in great surprise and took a look at the contents of the letter.
Upon looking at the result, just like his ancestor, he exclaimed on the spot: "The mediator appointed by the military palace is the leader of the Zi Zi Tian Tuan, Xia Qingchen?"
"What? Xia Qingchen is the mediator?" Everyone was shocked and gathered around to read the letter first.
After watching it, everyone will be shocked!
"Yunfo, is the source of this news trustworthy?" Patriarch Gongliang came back to his senses and asked Xiang Yunfo.
The latter nodded and smiled: "I have been an old friend for more than thirty years, so there is no need to deceive me because of this."
As soon as these words came out, the whole place exploded again.
Luo Shuixian's eyes went straight, unable to accept this reality.
She couldn't help but look at her Baihua Ancestor and said: "Ancestor, didn't you say that only Wan Xiaoqi is qualified to serve as a mediator?"
Ancestor Baihua had already recovered from the huge noise. Hearing the words, he remained silent for a long time.
Patriarch Gongliang responded on his behalf, with a clear tremor in his tone: "The Purple Character Heavenly Group is an army of ten thousand people that can only be controlled by Wan Xiaoqi! And the leader of the group is at the level of Wan Xiaoqi!"
What!
He really became Wan Xiaoqi!
Luo Shuixian bit her red lips slightly and said, "Excuse me, Patriarch Gongliang, what level of cultivation do you need to achieve to become Wan Xiaoqi?"
Ancestor Gongliang took a deep breath and said: "Arrive at the big star position before the age of twenty!"
If you are over 20 years old, you need to slowly gain qualifications.
Luo Shuixian looked at the ancestor Gongliang in front of him, and felt blurred for a while. His soft body trembled and he almost fell down.
Big star position...
How far away is that?
She wouldn't have dared to imagine that level without more than three years.
Half a year ago, when Xia Qingchen left Tianyue Ridge, he was still in the fifth level of the middle star. Luo Narcissus asked himself if he had a chance to catch up.
But now, she feels that her life is hopeless.
Not only her, but most of the juniors in the audience had deep and complicated emotions.
Only the Pomegranate Fairy, who is so heartless, can still cheer for joy.
Ancestor Gongliang glanced at the silent Ancestor Baihua in the crowd, and sighed: "Xia Qingchen's potential is endless, haven't you seen through it yet?"
When he was in Tianyue Ridge, he rose to the third level from childhood in just two years, and soared into the sky to become the contemporary king of geniuses in Tianyue Ridge.
Now in Liangzhou, it takes half a year to grow into Wan Xiaoqi, so why is it impossible?
Ancestor Baihua sighed deeply, looked at the blue sky outside the hall, and said: "My eyes are getting harder and harder to use. There are more and more people who can't understand..."
Yunfo glanced at him and said nothing.
He looked to the sky with joy and said: "The Tianyue Ridge catastrophe can come to an end. The only regret is the many heroes of Tianyue Ridge who sacrificed their lives."
Ancestor Gongliang said: "Yes, the one who suffered the most was the Jianya Holy Land! The whole army was wiped out, what a pity!"
Many people also looked sad and felt sorry for him.
Only Holy Lord Nebula remained expressionless and had reservations about this.
When the war between the two sides first started, the gap in strength between the two sides was not as huge as it is now, and they were in a stalemate.
It wasn't until the Battle of Huangfeng Castle at the junction of Liang Realm and Tianyue Ridge was defeated that they retreated steadily and finally lost half of their country.
The most important turning point is related to Jianya Holy Land.
Jianya Holy Land is responsible for logistics, escorting various healing and strength-replenishing secret medicines from within the territory, as well as various nirvana tools.
When the battle between the two sides reached a fever pitch, and Tianyueling gained the upper hand with its anger, it was in urgent need of a large number of supplements.
Jianya Holy Land collected an extremely valuable material from Tianyueling.
However, when they entered the desert, they were intercepted and killed by the army that had penetrated from Yinhui Lake.
Not only were all the supplies taken away, but all the people in the Jianya Holy Land were also brutally killed. The enemy burned all their bodies, carriages and horses into charcoal.
After an inventory, no one in Jianya Holy Land survived, they all died miserably.
It can be said that Holy Lord Nebula's understanding of Jianya Holy Land may not be that simple.
The Holy Master of Jianya is a cautious person, and it is impossible for him to end up being completely annihilated without any defense.
Moreover, those corpses were burned to charcoal, how to confirm that they must be people from Jianya Holy Land?
However, this is just a guess. Without evidence, Holy Lord Nebula cannot question it publicly, lest he end up disrespecting the heroes.
However, it is precisely because of the lack of important supplies that Tianyue Ridge cannot be repaired, and the casualties are getting heavier and heavier.
In the end, they had to retreat continuously and lost half of their country.
From gaining a slight upper hand to ending up where we are now, the painful loss of supplies can be said to be the main culprit.
"When the war subsides, let's pay homage to all the heroes." Yunfo clasped his palms together and chanted Buddhist dharma.
Everyone nodded.
As everyone knows, the Hero City is far away in the depths of Mengze.
The Holy Lord of Jianya, who was supposed to be dead, was drinking with the strong men of Yinhui Lake with his face glowing red.
"Holy Lord Jianya, on behalf of the three heads of the three families, I respect you twice as much. Thanks to your help, our Yinhui Lake is in such a grand situation." A guest smelling of alcohol laughed and said.
In the early stages of the battle between Yinhui Lake and Tianyueling, there were heavy casualties, and they originally wanted to retreat.