After thinking for a while, he suddenly left his seat, took a step forward, and saluted again: "Isn't the predecessor Ling Donglai a hundred years ago, ancestor?" ”

"If there is an order to come from the east, don't dare to disobey."

Several of the oldest sect elders exclaimed in unison, looking at the gray-clothed old man with incredible faces.

The other sect elders and some of the sect masters were all shocked and shocked when they heard this.

The rest of the people were confused, and they didn't know what this sentence meant, but looking at the expressions of the old sect masters, no matter how stupid they were, they knew that the old man in gray on the stage was a great figure, so the scene was quiet, and they were all quietly looking at the old man in gray who was called the ancestor by the old sect of the Mental Power Sect Xinhui.

The old man in gray thought for a while, and then said, "I used to have this name. ”

"Meet the Ancestor!"

"Meet the Ancestor!"

……

The elders of all factions left the table and stepped forward, saluting respectfully to the gray-clothed old man Ling Donglai.

The others were touched by the solemn attitude of the sect elders, and they also saluted solemnly, and for a while, everyone around them bowed down to Ling Donglai on the stage and saluted.

Ancestor!

Most of the people at the scene had never heard of this title, and in their hearts, the highest level of martial arts was the sect elder.

And the grandmaster and the elder will generally know that there is a patriarch above the patriarch.

The sect elder is easy to see, but the grandmaster is difficult to find.

From the elder to the ancestor, it is like ascending to the sky.

However, a hundred years ago, there was a genius who became an ancestor when he was more than 100 years old.

But only a few months after Ling Donglai became the ancestor, the rivers and lakes were no longer known for his name, and it was difficult to find his trace, so there were not too many deeds handed down.

At that time, this made Donglai moody, ruthless, and everyone in the rivers and lakes changed their color.

After it disappeared, it was all secretly happy.

Although the sect elders present had never seen Ling Donglai, they were mentioned in the classics of various factions and sects, and when they saw the real person at this time, they couldn't help but feel a little apprehensive.

He was the ancestor a hundred years ago, how powerful has he been in the past hundred years?

Although Ling Donglai looks kind and kind at this time, has his temper changed over the years? No one knows the bottom of this.

In the past hundred years, Ling Donglai has not appeared in the eyes of the world, nor has he come to Huashan to discuss swords, so he must not be idle and bored when he comes today.

And what can make this living ancestor interested, apart from the colorful marble that contains the opportunity to become a god in the legend, what else?

While saluting, the old masters of the various sects were thinking about it in their hearts, and it seemed that the arrangements behind them had to be dealt with urgently.

"Get up!"

Ling Donglai's voice was calm, and he said as if he didn't care much.

His voice hadn't completely fallen, but he heard Shan Wufeng, who had always been standing on the stage, grinning loudly: "Sanmao! You're so good at pretending! ”

The unspoken sentence "Xie Zongzu" in everyone's mouth was blocked back alive, choked half to death, and the body that had not yet stood up straight suddenly flashed his waist collectively.

Lingyu Sanren's body trembled, and he almost fell to the ground, and the two trembling forces hurriedly bent their waists deeper, and said in fear: "Ancestor, this person, this person has nothing to do with my Sanwu Alliance." ”

Song Tong was shocked when he heard this, and then looked at the performance of Lingyu Sanren, and suddenly his legs went weak, and he sat on the ground.

He hadn't heard of Ling Donglai, but he knew the power of the Lingyu Sanren, and at this moment the Lingyu Sanren were frightened like this, and after thinking about it a little, Song Tong felt a chill in his heart, that is, Ling Donglai didn't embarrass him, and the Lingyu Sanren couldn't spare him.

Mountain Ancestor, if we want to be famous, we can't die!

Everyone straightened up one after another, glanced at each other a few times with big eyes, and then collectively lost their words.

"Bold! In front of the ancestors, how can you be allowed to talk nonsense. ”

After Xinhui was stunned, he reacted first, and in the angry shouting, he was about to teach Shan Wufeng a lesson.

"That's it! That's it! Old man, I'm old, will I still be like a hairy boy? ”

Ling Donglai waved his hand and said with a smile.

The hearts of the sect elders and grandmasters were moved, could it be that Donglai's character had really changed?

"Yes! The old man is such a generous person, how can he care about the nonsense of a mountain boy. ”

Wei Yiran smiled sweetly, and his words were like heavenly sounds, and everyone present felt that this was indeed a trivial matter, even those who felt that Shan Wufeng was too arrogant just now, at this time, they also felt that Shan Wufeng's words were a little straightforward and cute.

Xinhui raised his old eyes slightly and looked at Wei Yiran, his expression was quite solemn.

"Xiao Ran, you have practiced Tianmei very deeply, old man, I have also seen several generations of Tianmei heirs, and they are not as evil as you. The language is natural, natural and flattering, very good! ”

Everyone was shocked, and they also spoke with flattery? This day, the Mei faction is too evil, and it makes people fall for the way unconsciously.

It's just that this voice is too good, if you can listen to it more, you will be willing! The hot-blooded young people thought.

It's just that why does this goddess speak for that stupid big man?

Most of the old masters of the various sects had solemn expressions, and this time Huashan was arguing about the sword, Wei Yiran was a variable.

Originally, everyone thought that no one from the Tianmei faction, who had been absent for several sessions, would not come, but Wei Yiran came, which was unexpected, but at the beginning, everyone didn't take her too seriously, and the original plan was still under control.

But now it seems that the importance of Wei Yiran has been raised several heights.

If Wei Yiran is a small variable, then the sudden arrival of Ling Donglai is a super variable that they can't predict at all.

It is likely that the direction of events will not be predicted by any one of them or any of them.

"Old man! Don't stare at me blowing your beard, and you don't want to see if your fleshy body is enough for me to press? ”

Just when everyone was thinking, Shan Wufeng's loud voice began to howl again, and at the end, he patted his chest to show his strength.

Looking at this image and thinking that he actually claimed to be a mountain without wind, everyone felt sick to their stomachs.

But the "pressing" in the back is quite particular, and there are many people who look strange and steal their eyes.

The latter's face was calm, and he didn't look at the mountains and the wind, which was very different from the angry eyes just now.

Song Tong was so desperate, he wailed in his heart: Ancestor! Can we stop talking? You were still a taciturn young man just now, why are you such a big mouth now?

Song Tong lowered his head and shrunk his body, trying to minimize his sense of existence, wishing that there was a hole in the ground that he could drill into.

Behind, most of the people in the Sanwu Alliance looked at him with strange expressions, looked at him, looked at him again.

Beside him, some of the people of the Zhesha faction looked at him with interest, looked at him, and looked at him again.

Ahead, the cold aura emanating from Lingyu Sanren's body seemed to condense into his eyes, staring at him fiercely, staring at him, staring at him again.

Song Tong wants to cry without tears, this sad person.

After Shan Wufeng finished speaking, he didn't give people any time to react, and then began to say: "And you, little goblin!" Don't think that if you speak for me, I will thank you, impossible! Uncle Ben hates you the most about demagogic goblins, so stay away from Uncle Ben in the future. ”

Shan Wufeng squinted at Wei Yiran, who was captivating the country and the city, with a disdainful face.

The audience was stunned, this kid lost his mind and went crazy?

Then everyone became extremely angry, this damn actually called the goddess goblin?

People help you, if you don't appreciate it, forget it, still spit foul language, slander to the extreme, and, still look disgusted?!

That is the unattainable goddess and goddess in the hearts of all people, in the hearts of young men!

The more everyone thought about it, the more angry they became, the more angry they became, and they didn't care about Ling Donglai being on stage, and they scolded angrily:

"Silly big man, you're looking for death!"

"Just like your King Kong, you dare to dislike the goddess? Don't pee too? ”

"What King Kong? It's just a chimpanzee, and it's still looking like a human! ”

"Shoot him!"

"Get off the stage!"

"Stinky and shameless!"

"Dead orangutan!"

……

Not only are the men scolding, but even the girls are angry, what kind of scumbag is this?!

The audience was furious, but there was no wind on the stage but it seemed to be unconscious, and they ignored them directly, and the old god was still there from time to time with white eyes and squinted at Wei Yiran.

The scolding around was intense, but the party Wei Yiran still looked at the mountain without wind with a smile: "The mountain has no wind,"

Everyone listened to Wei Yiran's words, and they all calmed down, seeing what instructions the goddess had, as long as she gave her a look, they were ready to rush up, and drowned the stupid orangutan with a mouthful of spit.

"Humph!"

The mountain has no wind and raises its head, indicating disdain.