If it were any other person, he would dress up carefully to participate in the sword ceremony, and was about to board the seat of the inheritance disciples that attracted much attention. However, he found that the seat was completely filled with people. He had no place and could only stand alone.
What's even more frightening is that his colleagues in the lineage didn't say a word and treated him like nothing, clearly intending to embarrass him.
This kind of fall from the radiant sky to the filthy and smelly sewer in an instant, turning into the laughing stock of the entire sect, is enough to make people die of shame and anger.
No one can tolerate this kind of gap.
Even if you dream, you will never encounter such a terrifying dream.
His eyes swept over the inheritance disciples and landed on the noisy crowd.
There was no respect on the faces, only sneers, gloating, and maybe a little sympathy.
Facing the crowd, Wang Chen's expression did not change at all, and he walked step by step directly in front of the inheritance disciples.
There is a wide open space right there.
Looking at Wang Chen's back, Zuo Han, who was hidden among the inheritance disciples, flashed his eyes, stared at his back closely, and sneered secretly.
"If you disgrace me in front of all the disciples of the sect, it won't matter if you achieve Nirvana six times. You have become the laughing stock of the entire sect and you will never be able to hold your head up again in your lifetime."
Suddenly, the crowd's eyes began to shift sideways, looking at a high platform.
That place is closer to the core of the sword ceremony than the succession of disciples.
On the high platform, nine gorgeous chairs are lined up in a straight line, waiting for empty seats.
That is the area where the core inheritance disciples are located.
Nine figures appeared from one side of the square. Everyone saw the white shadow swaying and the sword flashing, and there were nine young men with outstanding appearance standing in front of the chairs.
"It's the core inheritance brother!"
The crowd was excited.
These nine core inheritance disciples, six men and three women, especially the first three, have a breath like a sword and are extremely sharp. They all have the cultivation of the eighth level of nirvana.
They are at the top of the top ten young disciples of the sects. They wear sect clothes inlaid with gold threads. Even if they put aside their refined appearance, they still have a demeanor that stands out from the crowd and makes people surrender.
Most of the young disciples here are in their early years, and both men and women have expressions of reverence and fanaticism on their faces.
If the nine people were compared to idols, they would definitely find a large number of enthusiastic fans among this group of young inner and outer disciples, and even among the inheritance disciples.
If for the young cultivators of the Qiankun Sword Sect, becoming a disciple of the inheritance is an achievable goal, then becoming a core disciple of the inheritance has become a luxury that most geniuses cannot even dream of.
There was a slight rustle of clothes, and the nine people took their seats one after another, and the crowd calmed down a little.
"Jun Hou, I heard that you have a younger brother who has achieved nirvana seven times. It seems that it is only a matter of time before the competition for the position of core inheritance disciple will begin. In this case, I would like to congratulate you on the emergence of two core inheritance disciples in this sword lineage."
The core disciple sitting on the second chair is a dark-skinned young man with a tall and burly body. His aura is solid and he has cultivated Nirvana eight times. However, he has a resolute face and a pair of shining eyes. He is obviously not brave.
A fool's errand.
At this moment, he was speaking calmly to the third disciple next to him.
Even the core disciples rarely interact with each other on weekdays. Taking advantage of this opportunity, a few of them began to chat.
Jun Hou smiled and said, "Thank you for your concern, Brother Huang Long. My brother's qualifications are dull, and I will have to rely on you senior brothers to help me in the future." Although he said he was dull, his words already implied that Jun Mo could enter the core sequence.
"With your support, I will be much better than others." Huang Long smiled slightly, noncommittal.
"Huh? It seems that there is something wrong with the inner disciples." Among the nine people, a female cultivator with a cold face frowned and looked at the square formation of the inner disciples. There was a person there, walking slowly towards
There is a conspicuous open space directly in front.
In a rare moment, the nine people all looked at Wang Chen.
There was a brief silence among the crowd.
Following the gazes of the nine people, the disciples who had briefly forgotten about Jiang Yu once again focused their attention on Wang Chen.
Then more intense laughter broke out.
"What is he going to do? Isn't it because he's not embarrassed enough that he comes over so we can see more clearly?"
"Is this person trying to steal the limelight from the core brothers? What a sensationalist!" A female cultivator stamped her feet in annoyance. Just now, she had some sympathy for Wang Chen.
"Senior Brother Jiang Yu, are you going to jump into the position of inner disciple? Welcome back." Someone booed.
"Hahaha." More people laughed.
A person faces the evil intentions of mountains and tsunamis.
His expression was not moved at all, and there was no even sign of depression on his face.
Amidst the laughter, Wang Chen walked to the forefront of all the disciples.
In full view of the nine core inheritance disciples.
He raised his hand very naturally.
In the hand, a blue and dancing flame is beautiful.
Groan!
The sword energy roared loudly.
Among the nine core disciples,
Seventeen inheritance disciples,
Under the gaze of countless inner and outer disciples.
During the laughter that never stopped and even intensified.
That green flame suddenly burst into dazzling light, blooming like a flower.
The four-petal sword energy rose up and turned into the back of the chair.
Countless tiny blue silk-like sword energies flowed and entangled, and one petal after another the sword energy bloomed.
Roads of cyan sword light rose up, dazzling and transparent as crystal, emitting colorful lights under the rising sun.
In the midst of everyone's gaze,
A large chair with an extremely luxurious shape but also an unusual simplicity appeared in front of you.
Countless sword energy circulates and embellishes it, flowing in the translucence, just like the throne of the Immortal King.
The whole square started to fall silent at some point.
Wang Chen walked forward calmly, lifted the hem of his robe, and sat on it.
At this moment, he was sitting directly in front of a kind of inheritance disciple, as if he was the head of a group of inheritance disciples.
Everyone looked at the scene in front of them, dumbfounded.
Among the disciples who had been making noise and laughter just now, no one dared to say a word at this moment.
Especially among the four nirvanas, the top figures in the inner sect who are eyeing the position of successor disciples have the illusion of being in a dream.
"Are the inheritance disciples so powerful?"
"Sword Qi Chemical, this is Sword Qi Chemical."
There is a way for inner disciples to lose their minds.
"What is a sword qi substance?" A disciple came back from the shock.
"Do all the disciples of the inheritance know it?"
Most people vaguely feel that this method of turning sword energy into a big chair out of thin air is very powerful, but they don't understand the extent of this technique.
After all, the realms are too far apart.
"Inherited disciple? You underestimate this skill." The disciple murmured. I have seen our pulse master use this method, but the things he condensed are far from as exquisite and complex.
"He once said that among the core disciples, there are no more than three who can easily condense gas into matter."
"Is Jiang Yu a core disciple? How is this possible?"
A pair of eyes with complex expressions focused on Wang Chen. Everyone suddenly felt that the figure sitting on the chair in the colorful light had changed drastically.
"not necessarily."
Someone spoke in a low voice, looked at Wang Chen and said: "Jiang Yu's doing this is equivalent to refuting the face of all the disciples of the inheritance."
"Under the public gaze, do you think other inheritance disciples will endure it. Especially Senior Brother Jun Mo, the strongest among the inheritance disciples. His brother is a core inheritance disciple. Even if he kills Jiang Yu, I guess this matter can be suppressed."
A white-faced cultivator frowned slightly.
"It's interesting."
In silence.
A voice suddenly came from the square formation of core disciples.