A few days later, there was a loud noise in the main hall of the Holy Gate in the blue sky.

Several men with imposing attitudes and freshly dressed swords strode into the Holy Gate.

These are the elite disciples who failed to compete for the position of the Holy Son at the beginning, and after the defeat, they went to the holy hall set up in the "Six Prefectures and Three Prefectures" of the Great Wei Dynasty to practice.

Now that they learned that the Holy Son's power was abolished, they all had some thoughts, so they rushed back in various names.

After the experience in the rivers and lakes, their skills have already reached a higher level, and they have their own opportunities.

At this time, these six elite disciples stood in the main hall, and they actually looked arrogant and-for-tat.

It was as if the Son was already in the past tense.

And a new Son will be born in them!

If he becomes a holy son and walks in the territory of Great Wei, with a noble status and a very high status, he will be polite to the holy master of the "Six Prefectures and Three Prefectures".

This is simply the prince of the rivers and lakes.

And within the Holy Gate, as long as it has been done steadily, then sooner or later the position of the Lord of the Holy Gate will be the Son.

The Holy Gate and the Great Wei Imperial Court are almost one, and can even be described as sharing the country.

And political marriages are extremely normal.

Normally, the Lords of the Holy Gate have a princess's wife.

And the king of Wei will also marry a woman from the Holy Gate as a concubine.

It doesn't matter if there is love or not, but passing on the family is a must.

This is a manifestation of the intimacy between the state religion and the state.

This strange binding pattern has lasted for nearly three hundred years, and both the Great Wei Imperial Court and the Holy Gate have said that it is not bad.

Therefore, the position of the Son is a door to the very top of the pyramid of the kingdom.

The position of the Son of God is coveted by everyone!

On the contrary, if the identity of Xia Ji's fake holy son is revealed, I am afraid that he will be killed in an instant.

Because the Son of God not only needs strength, wisdom, and charm, but also needs a clean life.

Xia Ji comes from a small family.

If you look closely, you're still a traverser.

It's not clean at all.

Therefore, once his identity is revealed, Xia Ji will die.

Now.

The six of them are extremely imposing, or masculine, or feminine, or evil, or with a kind of terror that hides the murderous intention, and so on...

They have already begun to enter the first step in the battle for the Holy Son: fighting aura!

The deacon, the elder Heavenly King, also knew their intentions, but this was the case.

After three months, the new Son will probably have to be re-selected among these people, so he doesn't say much, and even observes and looks at it secretly.

The young maids bowed their heads and poured tea and water, although they had also practiced martial arts, they were far behind these six elite disciples.

You even have to forcibly stabilize your mind before you can walk in the temple.

And if you accidentally look at the six people, I'm afraid that you will be so frightened that even your heart is half a beat slower.

The murderous aura generated by the transfer of gaze was enough to make the air in the hall stagnate!

It was at this time.

In the distance, there was the sound of thousands of iron horses, stepping on the ground in unison, and there was a trace of tremor in the entire mountain gate that was rammed.

A few people looked back at the mountain gate, only to see a huge figure from far and near.

One moment it was a small dot more than a thousand meters away, and the next moment it was hundreds of meters away, the speed was staggering.

The figure soon stood down in the hall.

All the vibrations disappeared in this instant.

The one who caused the sound of thousands of iron riders stepping on the ground together turned out to be just one person!

"Pang Shock!"

When these six elite disciples saw the comer, they couldn't help but call out their names.

The man was nine feet tall, and he looked at people with some sense of overlooking.

The body is like a tiger and a bear, his eyes are not angry and arrogant, and he has a long-handled Pu knife stuck in his back.

The Pu knife blade is a black upper and lower double tiger swallow, one swallows the blade, one swallows the handle.

The blade is covered by a bronze case, but the exposed handle shows some wonderful lines, which is obviously not ordinary.

"King Butcher Knife!"

Among the six elite disciples, there were also many knowledgeable ones, and they immediately called out the origin of this knife.

Pang Jing was the strongest person in the battle with the Holy Son that year, and he was also a little short of the position of the Holy Son, so he missed it.

These six elite disciples thought that they had grown fast enough over the years and were strong enough.

But as soon as this Pang appeared in shock, they realized that they were too far behind.

The nine-foot boy with the tiger's back sneered: "The light of the fireflies, dare to compete with the sun and the moon, and still don't leave?!"

His words were addressed to these six disciples who were trying to get their hands on the throne of the Son.

When he said "leave" instead of "get out", he was already taking into account the friendship of his fellow disciples.

The deacons and elders didn't care.

The Holy Gate respects the strong, and the Holy Son is the façade of the Holy Gate, and there are many things to deal with, and the battle at this time is exactly what he wants to see.

He even thought in his heart that maybe it would be a good choice for Pang Jing to kill the Holy Son in three months, and then regain the position of the Holy Son.

The six elite disciples in the holy halls of the various prefectures and states of the Great Wei are also figures with heads and faces, although they are not masters, but wherever they go, they are highly respected, and when they see Pang Bei like this, where can they withstand this kind of insult.

The six of them got up one after another, took a step, and surrounded Pang Jing with extreme tacit understanding.

The atmosphere was tense, as if the entire Great Hall of the Holy Gate would be overwhelmed by the bloody wind and rain in the next moment!

"Pang Jing, don't think that you have made progress alone after so many years. ”

"No matter how powerful you are, you weren't like me back then, and you were defeated by Nagong Jiu, what is there to be proud of. ”

Pang snorted coldly, didn't reply, and grabbed the handle of the Pu knife behind him with his right hand.

Knife out an inch.

There is unimaginable murder and brilliance blooming on it.

The possibilities are endless.

The faces of the six elite disciples turned pale, and above this sword blade, they seemed to have seen their own failures.

I saw that no matter how hard I struggled, how I tried my best, I couldn't avoid a defeat.

They're already scared.

Therefore, without even drawing their weapons, they turned around one after another, bid farewell to the deacons and elders who sat on the auxiliary seats of the main hall, and hurried to come and leave in a hurry.

This Pang Jing not only reached the Great Perfection of the True Yuan Realm, but also stepped into an unimaginable realm.

Heavenly King Lao Tzu quietly looked at the young man with the tiger's back and bear's waist, and his voice was full of approval: "Pang Jing, you are very good, not only have you reached the Great Perfection of the True Yuan Realm, but you have even understood the truth of suppressing the realm, and you understand that the accumulation is very good, really good." ”

The three "very good" show the high recognition of the deacon elders for this young man.

The Great Hall of the Holy Gate was empty in the blink of an eye, and only these two people remained.

Pang was shocked and asked, "How is he?"

Heavenly King Lao Tzu naturally knew who the "he" Pang asked was in surprise, but he just shook his head, and then glanced at the main seat of the main hall of the Holy Gate beside him.

Only the Son and the Lord of the Gate can sit in this seat.

The hook-nosed old man said, "In three months, I'm afraid this seat will be given to you." ”

When he said this, he was obviously extremely unoptimistic about Xia Ji who went to Yunxin Pavilion.

Pang Jing's expression was like ice: "He is my old enemy for life, for so many years, I have been aiming for him to grow up to this day, and in three months, no matter what he does, I will fight him." ”

As he spoke, he pulled out a palm-sized red jade box from his arms.

With a flick of his right hand, the red jade box flew to the coffee table in the deacon's elder's manual at an even speed, as if he had walked over and slowly put it down.

The control of internal force is also the ultimate realm.

"What is this?"

"Ming Yudan. ”

"The flesh and bones of the living and the dead, the Ming Yu Pill that expels evil things? This pill is in the underground market, but one piece is sold for 10,000 taels of silver, and it is still priceless. ”

"I beg the elders to give it to the Son, and not to tell him that he is a gift. ”

Heavenly King Lao Tzu's eyes showed a different color: "Pang Jing, why are you here?"

The young man with his back on his back showed a contemplative look: "I hope that he can recover his strength, and then fight me, I want to defeat him, not defeat a man who has lost his strength."

If he knows about the gift, even if he recovers his strength and fights with me, he will definitely keep his hand, which I don't want to see. ”

Heavenly King Lao Tzu said curiously: "How can you be sure that he can recover his strength?"

Pang smiled in surprise: "Just because he is my old enemy." ”

The young man smiled, he had always had confidence in himself, so he had the same confidence in the Son who had defeated him head-on.

He would wait for three months outside the Cloud Heart Pavilion of the Holy Gate, in the Withered Leaf Pavilion.

Also raise knives for March.

After March, he will defeat the former Son and replace him!

But if the Son does not recover, he will even behave in disgrace.

Then, he will kill him with his own hands.

He didn't want to see his old enemy become a mortal, and he didn't want to see his old enemy show his weakness.

If he himself falls like this, he will also cut himself off.

Born to be brilliant, and stealing life has nothing to do with my generation!

...

Xiao Lu Ding was listlessly carrying a bamboo basket to deliver food.

She felt that there was no hope in her life, and she thought every day that when the Holy Son's skills were restored, she would take away her red pill, and then he would have played enough, and then cut off the love thread, and be ruthless and unrighteous to herself.

And he has no money, and he has already spent three thousand taels of silver to hire the damn pink fairy, which is almost selling all the treasures on his body, and he quietly asked his former friend to borrow some money.

It's been a long road.

Suddenly, she turned her head sideways, and she was curious to find that in the small pavilion that had been empty, there was a young man with a strong body like a bear.

The pavilion is a hundred zhang away from the volcanic lake on the top of the mountain, and the word "dead leaves" is written on it.

The young man's face was unfamiliar, as if he was closing his eyes to recuperate, and the disciples of the Holy Gate on duty outside the Yunxin Pavilion seemed to be very respectful to the young man, and the eyes that were accidentally cast were all filled with undisguised admiration, as if to say, "Senior brother is so awesome."

Ning Mengzhen turned back to his curious gaze, got on the boat, the bamboo pole stretched out the clear water, and the lake showed a trace of white lines, and gradually disappeared.