Chapter 4 The Old Man of 100,000 Years Ago!

Hearing Zhou Xuan's words, everyone present was amused.

Stain stain!

This kid is so cute!

Seeing the happy expressions of these people, Zhou Xuan was a little speechless.

He also ignored these people and boarded the teleportation array.

About three hours later.

The teleportation array landed on an isolated island surrounded by a sea area, and the sea breeze blew from time to time.

However, compared with the land cities of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the isolated islands surrounded by the sea on all sides have a population of tens of millions, developed commerce and trade, and there are hundreds of teleportation arrays.

This isolated island is Cangjian Island.

And the Cangjian Sect is located in this Cangjian Island, but all the forces on the island are respected by the Cangjian Sect.

Suddenly, Zhou Xuan walked out of the teleportation array, his eyes swept over Cangjian Island, and he saw that many people were rushing towards the Cangjian Sect.

It's just because today is the selection day of the Cangjian Sect's 10,000-year-old realm, so the martial king-level forces are all going to cheer.

After Zhou Xuan landed on the island, he saw that many elders and disciples of the Cangjian Sect were here to greet those martial king-level forces, and their faces were full of joy.

However, they didn't know that they would soon become Zhou Xuan's slaves.

However, Zhou Xuan also ignored them, and walked towards the Cangjian Sect.

Cangjian!

You took my Zhou Xuan Colorful Tianyang Sword, it has been 100,000 years, and it should be returned, and besides, the golden cicada will die, and the Cangjian Sect will be a slave for a hundred years.

If there is a problem with your sword, just kill it.

Soon, Zhou Xuan came to a mountain gate, only to see that countless peaks were connected to the mountain gate, as if they were hanging in the air.

And this Cangjian Sect is both a disciple of an inner sect or an outer sect, which core disciple can become a realm son this time, why do you want to become a realm son?

Because, once he becomes a realm, he is the only candidate for the Cangjian Sect and gives the Colorful Tianyang Sword.

Therefore, these core disciples of the Inner Sect dream of becoming a realm.

You must know that the Colorful Tianyang Sword is a holy sword.

Moreover, if this Cangjian Sect can develop to the top martial king-level power, it still has to rely on the Holy Sword, the Colorful Tianyang Sword.

......

The selection of the realm of the Cangjian Sect will be held in the martial arts arena of the Cangjian Sect, and those martial king-level forces are also coming as scheduled, and there are a sea of people!

However, they all want to witness the selection of the realm of the Cangjian Sect, which core disciple of the inner sect will become the new realm son?

There are many core disciples of the Inner Sect gathered in the martial arts arena, and on the martial arts viewing platform on the west side of the martial arts arena, the high-level leaders of the Cangjian Sect are also gathered here, but the chair in the middle is the sect master of the Cangjian Sect, Cangjian.

At this time, Cangjian set his eyes on the golden cicada on the martial arts arena, and said with a smile: "Golden Cicada, I hope this time, you can become a realm!"

Jin Chanzi is the head of the core disciples of the Inner Sect of the Cangjian Sect, he is only a hundred years old, he is very prestigious in the Cangjian Sect, and he has the opportunity to become the new Realm!

"Yes, Master, the golden cicada will not let you down, and strive to become a realm in one fell swoop!"

There was a ripple in Jin Cicada's eyes, his face was full of smiles, and he said very confidently.

The reason why this golden cicada is so confident is because he poisoned Emperor Wu of the Great Zhou.

Regarding Jin Cicada's words, Wan Jianyi nodded with satisfaction.

As his disciple, Jin Chanzi is a hundred reassuring.

......

However, at the time of the selection of the Cangjian Sect's realm, Zhou Xuan came to the Cangjian Sect's martial arts arena.

"Is this the selection of the Realm?"

Zhou Xuan's eyes were slight, his little hand touched his chin, and he looked at the people on the martial arts arena, and said lightly.

However, at this moment, it was also the turn of the golden cicada to come on the field, and for a while, countless eyes converged on the golden cicada, which set off an uproar.

The golden cicada made a strong shot, and between the bullets, accompanied by the incomparable sword qi, it shot out, and it was those core disciples of the inner sect, all of whom were defeated in seconds.

Quiet!

Quiet!

It's silent!

At this moment, it seems that heaven and earth are instantly suspended.

Jin Chanzi's face was filled with a bright smile, because, he defeated all the core disciples of the sect in seconds, became the realm of this year, and was given the Colorful Tianyang Sword!

At this time, the Cangjian Sect Master, seeing this scene, was also full of smugness on his face, and when he looked at the golden cicada, he announced: "Cangjian Sect, the new generation of the realm of ten thousand years, the golden cicada!"

At this moment, with the voice of the sect master of Ten Thousand Swords, countless shocking eyes were projected towards the golden cicada for the first time!

For a while, all kinds of exclamations resounded at this moment.

"Oh my God!"

"Awesome!"

"Golden Cicada!"

"Actually become a new generation of realm sons of the Cangjian Sect!"

"It's really in vain to be able to see such a scene!"

"Even, it can be boasted of for many years......"

......

At this moment, the younger generation of those martial king-level forces are all worshipping the golden cicada, and they can't do it again.

Just as these voices fell, a childish voice suddenly sounded.

"Cangjian, 100,000 years ago, you took my Colorful Tianyang Sword, and it should be returned!"

Hearing this immature voice, the Cangjian Sect Master just looked at the voice, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he had a bad feeling in his heart!

And those people of the Martial King-level forces also cast their eyes away at this time.

I saw that a child in a short purple robe came out of the crowd, about four years old, and did not exude the slightest cultivation on his body.

At this time, Zhou Xuan's eyes were slightly small, and he glanced at everyone's surprised gaze, and a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Immediately, he turned his gaze to Cangjian, wearing a red robe, a middle-aged man, with a handsome face, an obese body, and very small eyes, like mouse eyes, but there was a trace of Cangsang!

And that Cangjian was relieved to see that Zhou Xuan was just a child, because he used to be Zhou Xuan 100,000 years ago.

Fortunately, there is only a child in front of him, not the ruthless Zhou Xuan 100,000 years ago.

"Little brat, you dare to mess with my Cangjian Sect's selection of realms, what crime should you be guilty of?"

Cang Jian looked at Zhou Xuan coldly, and sneered.

Obviously, Cang Jian didn't take Zhou Xuan in his eyes, as if he was a child.

"Cangjian, I really didn't expect that you would dare to say such a thing to your old man 100,000 years ago, your guts are really fat!"

Zhou Xuan looked at the sword, the corners of his mouth puffed up with a touch of playfulness and abuse, and said.

Hearing Zhou Xuan's words, Cang Jian sneered: "A mere child, who dares to pretend to be my Cang Jian's old man 100,000 years ago, is really looking for death!"

Rumble!

With the voice of the Cangjian Sect Master, all of a sudden, everyone projected a sneering gaze towards Zhou Xuan.

The people also looked at Li Xiandao mockingly.

For everyone's ridicule, Zhou Xuan was a little disdainful and contemptuous!

Immediately, Zhou Xuan looked at Cang Jian and sneered: "Cang Jian, since you said that I pretended to be your old friend 100,000 years ago, then, you should take a good look at this painting!"

Wow!

A glittering golden painting appeared in Zhou Xuan's hand, and then, Zhou Xuan threw that painting to Cangjian!

And the sword opened the painting, as if, a thunderbolt on a sunny day, violently bombarded his heart!

For a moment, his pupils shrank tightly, his face changed dramatically, and his body trembled.

"What?"

Cang Jian's eyes were filled with horror, and he roared in despair: "How can it be this ruthless person?"

"This ...... How is that possible?"

At this time, his face was filled with disbelief.

However, just when Jin Chanzi fell his gaze on Cang Jian, he found that Cang Jian suddenly fainted in place, and shouted: "Master, what's wrong with you?"