"Master Nephew Sun, you bastard, what are you doing?"
Lin Feng was lying on the ground, unable to get up, but he could speak, so he couldn't help but increase his tone.
This nephew of Sun participated in the war ten years ago. It is said that he served under the evil senior brother Xin Zhuo of the famous town. He was once in charge of the affairs of the three major empires. After the war, he was rewarded for his merits and became the uncle of the master. Although Senior Sister Su Liuli's true disciple is a generation behind him, he would never speak so harshly if he had no other choice.
The visitor still made no sound.
This person's name is Sun Wangcai. He once witnessed Uncle Xin's Dzi Bead Divine Calculation, Black Valley Four Gambling and Creation Peak Enlightenment, as well as the shocking scene of controlling the Three Kingdoms and killing the evil sect and the wild beast with the last sword.
Although ten years had passed, those things were still fresh in his memory. The things he did with Uncle Xin were the glory of his life.
There is still a memorial tablet placed in his dormitory, which belongs to Uncle Xin. In the past ten years, he has never missed a memorial service and incense offering on the 15th day of the lunar month.
He always felt that there was no more genius than Master Xin! That is a god-like man!
At this moment he was stunned.
The dead Uncle Xin...is back?
Xin Zhuo also happened to see him and smiled: "Xiao Sun?"
Xiao Sun?
Lin Feng, Xie Lingwu and others looked at each other, feeling surprised, calling Sun Wangcai Xiaosun? Could it be that... he is really a disciple of the sect who is hiding in hiding?
It shouldn't be. There is no identity jade token, nor any realm manifestation or the circulating aura of the Xuantian Sword Technique.
At this time, Sun Wangcai could no longer care about the chaos in his mind, jumped to the ground, knelt down with a bang, and paid homage with great respect: "Disciple Sun Wangcai, I would like to pay my respects to the young master, and I would like to welcome Master Xin back to the sect! "
Speaking of the last word, I choked up.
Lin Feng, Xie Lingwu and the others were stunned for a moment, and then there was a roar in their minds.
If Sun Wangcai had only said three words, "Uncle Xin", maybe they would have felt relieved, and it was really a false alarm that the sect brothers had returned. But with the addition of the words "less master", the meaning becomes different.
Our sect only has the top ten candidates to succeed the headmaster, known as the Ten Swords of Xuantian. There are no less headmasters. If we say less headmasters...it seems that there is only one posthumous title.
He is... that person! ?
This time it became a shock again. Who has not known the legend of that person in the past ten years? Who doesn’t know his prestige, resourcefulness and combat prowess?
A living legend now!
But isn't he dead?
Xin Zhuo didn't think much about it. It was boring to play with these younger disciples. He just kicked Sun Wangcai up, looked around at the misty peaks in the distance, and asked: "Is there anything going on with the sect today?"
Qifeng is very quiet, which is not in line with today's bustling scene.
Sun Wangcai wiped his eyes, saluted and replied: "The Heavenly Drum Festival is being held at Xuantiantai. The Heavenly Drum is a treasure from the Middle Ages brought back by the Supreme Elder. Talents and rising stars from all sects are here!"
"……knew."
Xin Zhuo stopped talking and disappeared in a flash.
In the courtyard, a group of people silently watched the direction in which he left. After a while, Lin Feng and Xie Lingwu, who had escaped from the shackles, jumped up and looked at Sun Wangcai: "Who is he? Is he really that person? …”
Sun Wangcai was still saluting, and he stood up after a long while, with an expression on his face that no one could understand: "The first young master of Xuantian Sword Sect, the true master of Jianfeng Peak, Feng Wenzhu defeated eight sects by one person, and controlled three empires. Kill Tian Xie, Gui Qing Sect and Huang Beast with one sword! Xin Zhuo, Uncle Xin! Don’t ask me why he came back, I don’t know either!”
He said and looked at a few people: "Believe it or not, we ate turtles for three days at the Tiangu Festival. Now that Master Xin is back, one person can make the geniuses and rising stars of the Seventeen Sects feel embarrassed. Find a hole in the ground and crawl in. Don't ask me. Why, you are so domineering!”
We didn’t ask you so much...
However, after hearing the exact answer, Lin Feng and Xie Lingwu gasped for air, their thoughts were complicated and they could not help themselves.
Lin Feng looked at his shoulder inexplicably, swallowed, and felt a sense of honor in his heart: "Xin, Senior Brother Xin just hugged me! Does he value me very much?"
Xie Lingwu: "?"
A group of new disciples looked at each other in confusion, not knowing who this "Uncle Xin" was, but from Sun Wangcai's description, we knew that this man was an elder of the sect and a legendary figure!
Ling Tianjun's eyes widened in confusion, with some fear in his heart. He was the prince of the Song Dynasty. He had heard about the time when the Xuantian Sword Sect's martial immortals suppressed the empire...
Na Yu'er suddenly pushed the golden mountain and knocked down the jade pillar. Facing the direction where Xin Zhuo left, he knelt down in the dust and said loudly: "Thank you, Master, for cultivating me!"
Sun Wangcai turned to Yu'er fiercely: "Are you a disciple of Uncle Xin? What virtues and abilities do you have? Where are you from?"
Yu'er didn't know if what he did was right, and he didn't dare to let anyone see his face clearly, so he whispered: "Just now, registered disciple!"
…
Inside the sect, among the peaks and cliffs, the clouds and mists are rolling, the temperature is moderate, and exotic flowers and grasses are everywhere, making it feel like spring all year round.
Xin Zhuo flew through the mist, just like strolling in a courtyard, but looked at Xuantiantai and Standing Sword Peak. He was a little hesitant. Should he go to Xuantiantai to see what was going on when he returned to the peak?
After a moment of silence, he finally chose Xuantian Terrace.
…
Xuantian Terrace is located in the west of Xuantian Peak, ninety-nine miles away from Xuantian Palace. It is a special place for the sect's grand gathering. There are three-color clouds and mist rolling above, and there are glazed cloud patterns surging below. This is a special formation.
Once the formation is activated, the arena will appear empty, and people watching from all directions cannot be seen, but those watching from all directions can clearly see everything in the arena.
At this moment, around the Xuan Tiantai, in the nine grand viewing seats of Tai, Xuan, Chu, Tao, Huang, Zhen, Miao, Tong and Jing, the supreme elders, headmasters and outstanding disciples of the upper nine sects and the lower nine sects were sitting cross-legged. There are no less than two thousand people in total, all wearing wide robes and long sleeves, men with vertical crowns and women with buns, with indescribable otherworldly temperament, the style of the Wuxian sect.
As the host, on the huge cloud-patterned stage of "Tai Zi Wei", Xuantian Sword Sect's supreme elder Chu Zongwei, headmaster Daozhen, eleven supreme elders and the master of the Seven Peaks were all present.
Standing behind Jianfeng Peak Master Liu Qingfeng, sitting cross-legged were Master Chu Siniang, Elder Ma Feng, Elder Sang Tu, Nangong Wentian, Su Liuli, Bai Jiansan, Wang Hui, Gongsun Li and others.
At this time, in the other eight spectator seats, the elders and disciples of each sect were smiling, but everyone in Xuantian Sword Sect had gloomy faces and the atmosphere was depressed.
Off the field, in the mist of glazed light, Bai Zong, the first disciple of Xuantian Peak and the number one candidate in the leader sequence, has sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, flying white robes, and a body like a Jinghong. The name Jinghong Sword curls up a hundred feet of sword light, The sword is like a flying flower, pointing towards a huge drum with a diameter of ten feet, a simple shape and a purple gold stand on the opposite side!
However, when the sword hit the drum head, no sound was made. It was not until the last sword hit that the huge drum head made a "dong" sound.
The sound lasted for five breaths and then suddenly stopped!
Bai Zong looked surprised at first, and felt it quietly for a while, then he saw sweat on his face, gritted his teeth, and played the drum with all his strength again.
He used all the ordinary sword moves he had learned one by one, and it took a long time for the drum head to make another dull "dong" sound, this time it only lasted for three breaths.
Then, an invisible force hit him, and he couldn't help but retreat continuously. A mouthful of blood spurted out. He endured the discomfort, turned around and clasped his fists in salute.
There was a strange laughter all around.
Someone said loudly: "Senior Nephew Bai of the Xuantian Sword Sect is pretty good!"
Bai Zong pretended to have a calm face and flashed into the glass curtain.
As soon as he entered, the shame on his face could no longer be endured, and he smiled bitterly: "Master, master, I've done my best!"
"Back off!"
Chu Zongwei, the supreme elder with white beard and white hair, waved his hand.
Bai Zong bowed his head and stepped back, looking at Shen Huansha, Ye Liang and others, and once again his face was full of bitterness: "It's only three and a half!"
Supreme Elder Chu Zongwei waved his sleeves and looked at the peak masters and elders of each peak: "Are there any disciples who haven't tried it?"
The headmaster Daozhen leaned back and said: "Master, Bai Zong is the last one and the first of the Ten Xuan Swords. Ling Gucheng is not here, Zhao Yizhu refuses to participate, and there are no more disciples!"
(End of chapter)
