Zhao Fan nodded and smiled, without any argument because he was deprived of the qualification to participate. He sat directly in the waiting area and watched the duel between Yuan Ning Sheng Zun and Ku Yu Sheng Zun as if nothing had happened.
It was originally the top four, but the Xuyu Half-Ancestor in the first group was eliminated by Zhao Fan, and Zhao Fan lost the qualification to participate again.
Therefore, the second group became a battle for leadership. Whoever wins between the Holy Lord Yuanning and the Holy Lord Bitter Desire will be the saintly husband who stands out among the crowd.
Gradually.
The Holy Lord of Bitter Desire had an absolute advantage, and the Holy Lord Yuanning tried his best, and the decline became more and more obvious.
There is no way, the Holy Lord of Bitter Desire is not at the peak of the ordinary realm, and his combat power is above average among the semi-ancestral creatures.
However, the upper limit of Yuanning Shengzun is much lower than the former. At first, he was able to fight in an anxious situation, but he could only maintain it for a while.
finally.
Yuanning Shengzun was defeated.
Just when everyone thought he would fall into the desert.
Ju Zu appeared on the main battlefield and announced: "In this wedding banquet, the Holy Lord of Bitter Desire won the first place."
The words fell.
The Lord of Bitter Desire smiled with emotion. Originally, he thought that he could win the semi-finals at best. No matter who won the other two and a half group, he had no chance of defeating him.
However, what was unexpected was that one was defeated and the other was deprived of qualifications by the Fengqi Saint because of his mediocre appearance.
He actually won the position of leader as a matter of course!
Not only that, the image of the Holy Lord of Painful Desire is also impeccable.
Holy Master Yuanning looked at the white-robed figure in the waiting area, and then asked in a confused voice: "Your Excellency can kill Half Ancestor Xu Yu with one palm, why did you tease me in the first place and say you want to fight me?"
Zhao Fan smiled and said: "Because I admire you, and I want to experience your secret method personally. It's a pity that I didn't meet you. Otherwise, I will fight you fairly, no matter on the level of life or on external objects." .”
Saint Yuanning was stunned for a moment, nodded and said, "That's okay. After the wedding banquet, you and I can make a date to fight alone."
He intuitively felt that if it was a fair fight, the opponent would be a rare opponent.
Just at this time.
Above the colorful clouds, seven figures stood up at the same time.
There is a quasi-double-rule saint ancestor, and six famous single-rule saint ancestors.
Their eyes were all focused on Saint Yuanning.
As the host, Holy Ancestor Fengqi, laughter filled the entire audience, "Yuan Ning, let me ask you, do you have a Holy Ancestor Master? If not, these seven friends of mine value you very much. , just pick one among them.”
Holy Master Yuanning suddenly understood.
It turned out to be the reason why I didn't fall into the desert.
He bowed and saluted: "To the Holy Ancestor Fengqi, among all the Holy Ancestors, there is no Holy Ancestor Master in Yuanning. There is only a Half-Ancestor Master whom I worshiped in the most powerful eternity."
After saying that.
The Saint Ancestors and all the Ancestral Realm beings above Caiyun were astonished!
"What?"
"He is so outstanding that he doesn't even have a master at the ancestral level?"
"Still the Half-Ancestor I worshiped when I was the strongest?"
"This is definitely a raw jade! How could the Half-Ancestor have trained such an extraordinary beginner in the extreme realm? He definitely did it on his own."
"It is unimaginable that if there is a guidance from the Saint Patriarch, he will definitely shine even more brilliantly, and he may become one of the top extreme geniuses in our core domain in the future!"
Not only the seven Saint Ancestors who got up, but also the other Saint Ancestors who had not thought of accepting disciples before were also moved!
Such a genius, for a Saint Ancestor, only needs to put a little thought into it and consume a drop in the bucket, and he can cultivate a lot of potential! ! !
Swish, brush, brush!
Five more saint ancestors rose up.
The eyes looking at Saint Yuanning were particularly passionate.
As for Saint Yuanning, he looked at the scene above Caiyun with some flattery, but at the same time he was also a little at a loss.
Zhao Fan smiled and said through the message: "Brother Yuanning, there is no need to be nervous. In the past, you didn't have a master to give you advice, but now that your life level has just reached the elementary level of the extreme realm, it's not too late. Anyone present here can be your ancestor." Before reaching the peak of the realm, the tips given are more than enough, so just pick whichever one you like."
"Thank you."
Holy Master Yuanning glanced at Zhao Fan gratefully, and then carefully observed the saint ancestors who expressed their intention to accept disciples.
He came to attend the wedding banquet. He actually had no idea about Saint Fengqi. He just wanted to perform well at the wedding banquet. After all, this was a gathering of saint ancestors. If he really got into the eyes of any saint ancestor, what would happen next? There is no need to fumble the road with bumps and bumps and worry about entering a side road all day long.
Unexpectedly, my wish not only came true!
The momentum is too strong!
There were actually twelve Saint Ancestors at the same time who wanted to accept him as a disciple!
Holy Master Yuanning raised his head solemnly and said: "I have little knowledge and know little about your seniors..."
"It doesn't matter." Saint Ancestor Fengqi said with a smile: "If you want to accept a disciple here, just condense a mark of your identity and give it to Yuan Ning, let him browse it and then he will have a choice."
"good."
"Yuanning boy, catch it."
"That's my general message."
One by one, the Saint Ancestors condensed their marks and floated towards Saint Yuanning.
Holy Master Yuan Ning browsed through the marks one by one with a shocked expression. After ten breaths, he knelt down facing a saint ancestor and saluted: "Yuan Ning would like to worship the saint ancestor of Yunshan as his teacher!"
Saint Ancestor Yunshan pointed at himself unexpectedly, "Me?"
All the Saint Ancestors looked at Saint Yuanning incomprehensibly, wondering on what basis they made their choice.
Because Saint Ancestor Yunshan is the one with the lowest influence and the least foundation in the field.
"Congratulations to brother Yuanning."
"Master and disciple, what matters is fate."
"Congratulations."
All the saint ancestors shook their heads in regret.
Saint Ancestor Yunshan laughed and said: "Everyone, I accept my concession. I accept my concession."
Immediately, he waved thoughtfully towards Saint Yuanning who was on the main battlefield below, "Why did you choose me as your master?"
Holy Master Yuanning said respectfully: "Disciple, born in Yunshan City."
"oh?"
Saint Ancestor Yunshan showed a smile, "It turns out it's me, Mr. Yunshan, good! Good!"
As he waved his palm, the body of Saint Yuanning rose into the air and landed next to him.
"Master."
Holy Master Yuanning formally performed the apprenticeship ceremony and dunked his head three times in a row.
Yunshan City is considered a relatively remote town in Xijun.
So far, there has only been an existence of the Saint Ancestor level, the Saint Ancestor of Yunshan.
Saint Ancestor Fengqi nodded to Ancestor Hurricane.
The latter understood, and slowly said: "Holy Lord Bitter Desire, stood out among the tens of thousands of Ji Eternal and Half-Ancestors who came to participate in the marriage recruitment, and became the husband of Fengqi Saint Feng'er."
The Lord of Bitter Desire on the main battlefield was extremely excited.
Feng Qin'er, on the other hand, descended gracefully from the colorful clouds onto the main battlefield and looked face to face with the Lord of Painful Desire.
"What a nice view."
The Holy Lord of Bitter Desire took a close look and felt that his heart had fallen.
At the same time, Saint Ancestor Fengqi's eyes moved to the white-robed figure in the waiting area.
