Seeing that it was the great elder of the Carved Treasure Building, the old man's face suddenly turned extremely ugly, but he refused to give in at all, and said,

"I made a move because I suspected that this son refused to be examined, and he spoke wild words and insulted my swordsmanship. ”

"Insulting your sword art sect?" Elder Diaobaolou smiled coldly and said calmly, "Although the way of sword art is now a family of its own, thousands of years ago, I have been the head of the magic sect, and they are all proficient in sword art and sword art, and the art of sword art is the same destiny of heaven, what is wrong with this?"

As soon as they heard this, the faces of the people of the Sword Sect and the old man were extremely ugly in an instant, especially the old man, after all, thousands of years ago, the Spell Sect was indeed strong for a while, and the Sword Sect and the Close Approach Sect were not comparable at all.

"As for your suspicion of him, you have to look at the storage bag here......" The Great Elder of the Carved Treasure Building stared slightly, and suddenly spoke, and his voice was not loud but clearly transmitted to everyone's ears,

"What kind of thing are you, you dare to rummage through the storage bag of my Magician Sect disciple!"

"You!"

The old man's face turned cold in an instant, his face turned red, and he looked like he wanted to scold but didn't dare, looking extremely uncomfortable.

Thinking that as an elder of the dignified sword art sect, he has always been arrogant, how could he have been robbed of his white face in front of so many people.

It's just a pity that the other party is not an ordinary ordinary person, but the great elder of the dignified Carved Treasure Tower, who has all the carvers of Heavenly Mandate City in his hands, and no one dares to provoke the forces behind him easily.

Just when the scene was-for-tat, suddenly, the domineering gaze of the head of the sword art sect swept over, and he said coldly,

"Yan Qing, what is the use of fighting for these tongues now? Today, we all know that no matter who wins or loses in this battle for Heavenly Mandate City, the position of this spell sect will be decided by my sword sect!"

The words of the elder of the Sword Sect deeply shook everyone's hearts, the Sword Sect endured it for so many years, and finally couldn't help but want to seize the position of the Spell Sect.

In an instant, panic surged up in the hearts of the disciples of the Magic Sect, they came to watch the battle of the Heavenly Mandate Tower this time, originally just to see the excitement and witness the birth of a new generation of powerhouses, but they didn't expect that what they were waiting for was the battle of the fate of their own law.

Even Zhao An was stunned on the spot.

"If you are willing to obediently hand over this position, my Sword Art Sect is willing to give your disciples a chance to receive you under the door and give you protection, if not...... Don't blame us for robbing!"

The head of the Sword Sect said again, causing the heads of everyone in the Spell Sect to roar again.

All of a sudden, all kinds of emotions of unwillingness and anger spread in the hearts of the people of the magic sect, while the rest of the sects sat next to them one by one, no one spoke, waiting to see the excitement of the magic sect.

In the stands, the people who were qualified to sit there by the Sorcerers all had extremely ugly faces.

The head of the Sword Sect stood up from his seat and walked straight to the seat of the Spell Sect, completely unyielding.

What was puzzling was that the head of the Close Body Dharma Sect didn't open his mouth at all from beginning to end, as if he had voluntarily given up the fight, and just sat on the sidelines, staring at him and not knowing what he was thinking.

The eldest elder of the Carved Treasure Building, Yan Qing, glanced at the head of the Sword Sect, his face was extremely calm, and he said, "You can't sit in this position." ”

"I can't sit?" The head of the Sword Sect turned his head to look at Yan Qing and smiled coldly, "I can't sit, who sits?" Yan Qing, Yan Qing, I really don't understand, what are you trying to keep such an empty seat for so many years for the Magic Sect, just to keep the false name of the Magic Sect?"

"The old man does things, and he doesn't need to explain it to you. The Great Elder of the Carved Treasure Building said lightly, "I can only tell you that in this position, if someone sits, it will never be your turn." ”

"Someone is sitting?" The face of the head of the Sword Art Sect suddenly became gloomy, and he sneered, "Okay, today the old man wants to see who dares to sit here! Don't say that I didn't give you a chance, I'll count three times, if no one is willing to respond, then you take the initiative to give up, so don't blame the old man for being polite!"

"One!"

As the head of the Sword Art Sect said the first word, a strong wind suddenly blew around him!

What's the situation?

Zhao An looked around in astonishment, but saw that in the huge clearing, a terrifying tornado suddenly surged with the head of the Sword Art Sect as the center.

In the blink of an eye, the sand flew away, and even the rumbling thunder was faintly heard!

And what was even more terrifying was that those tornadoes were actually formed by the rotation of invisible sword shadows, and the head of the sword art sect had actually reached the terrifying realm of controlling sword qi into real form.

Zhao An's face changed greatly, he was already good at using the wind, but at this time, compared to the wind strength of the head of the swordsmanship sect, it was ridiculous like child's play.

He couldn't even imagine what a terrible scene it would be if this man drew his sword.

"Two!"

The second sound of the head of the sword art sect came, and countless small stones were swept up into the sky by the sword qi, and the larger stones were also directly scraped into powder by the fierce sword qi, and for a while, countless sand stones mixed with the tornado of the sword qi covered the sun!

"What a strong sword qi!"

Zhao An looked at the scene in horror, the terrifying tornado hung on his body, it actually caused him severe pain in the five internal organs, trembling in the six intestines, and the terrible and irresistible pressure fell down like a mountain, Zhao An's whole person was like being in a dense rain of swords, and there was nowhere to hide.

Not only Zhao An, but also some of the other monks who were poorly cultivated, and some of them couldn't withstand this terrible pressure, and their knees weakened, and they knelt straight on the ground.

"Old ghost, you're crazy!"

A few angry voices came, but it was the heads and elders of the other factions who spoke angrily.

But at this time, the head of the sword art sect was like entering a demonic barrier, his eyes were red, his face was full of ferocity, and the sword qi all over his body was scattered arrogantly, and when he opened his mouth, he was about to shout out the last number.

And at this moment, a familiar and faint voice suddenly came into everyone's ears.

"It's just a seat, I'll give it to you if you want to sit down, why make it so smoky. ”

In an instant, the sword wind suddenly stopped, the cloudy sky suddenly cleared, Zhao An only felt that the terrible pressure on his body suddenly dissipated, and when he raised his head, he saw a young man with bare feet and a sackcloth shirt standing in place.

The moment he saw the man, the Great Elder of the Carved Treasure Building stood up suddenly, his eyes full of vicissitudes of life gradually reddened, and his majestic face couldn't tell whether it was love or excitement, and then, under the gaze of everyone, he made a move that surprised everyone and stunned.

"Carving treasure building Yan Qing, knock to see the young son!"

Young son?

Zhao An looked straight at the figure of the man, swallowed his saliva, and muttered, he ...... He turned out to be a young boy of the Sorcery School!?"