The Great Elder of the Horn Holy Sect, named Zhenglu, was proud of his strength, and few people in the sect dared to challenge his majesty in the past hundred years.

As soon as he thought of this elder's information, Wang Ling's brows furrowed, for him, this person was actually nothing, but it was difficult to deal with the trouble caused after it was resolved.

He thought as he flew towards the Sword Pavilion.

Passing below one mountain after another, the Sword Pavilion was in sight, getting closer and closer.

"Elder Wang." On the way, someone recognized him.

"Hello." Wang Ling nodded slightly.

"Elder Wang, hahaha, for thousands of years, it's the first time that my Horn Holy Sect has been an elder of a human race." A fat man walked over.

This man was dressed in an elder's robe, looked to be less than fifty years old, his face was like a pig's head, and his two eyes were shining brightly, and if this man was a shrewd businessman, I am afraid that some people would believe it.

"You are?" Wang Ling didn't know this person, so he couldn't help but speak.

"Haha, it's normal that you haven't seen me, I'm Heng Zhangyuan of Sword Valley, and I'm temporarily acting as the eighth elder in the sect."

"It turned out to be Elder Heng, disrespectful."

"Where, your rank is above mine, and it would be disrespectful for me to fail to visit Elder Wang in time." Heng Zhangyuan said with a smile.

"Each other, each other."

"I don't know where this came from, Elder Wang."

"It's coming for the death of the last Patrol Elder." Wang Ling was still expressionless.

"But what's the news?"

"No, but there are some other discoveries."

"Haha, I wish Elder Wang can solve the case as soon as possible to restore the innocence of my Holy Sect Elder."

"Yes." After Wang Ling finished speaking, he said goodbye to Heng Zhangyuan. Continue to fly towards the Sword Pavilion.

After entering the Sword Pavilion, many people saw Wang Ling and came up one after another to congratulate him.

Wang Ling had just become a patrol elder, ranking as the seventh elder. It was unprecedented for a foreigner to serve as an elder in the Holy Sect, and everyone talked about it when they mentioned it. For a time, Wang Ling also became the focus of this small area.

Instead, he frowned slightly and looked at this scene, wondering why the news had spread so quickly since he had just become an elder.

At that moment, the crowd fell silent. Seeing this change, Wang Ling also listened quietly.

In the center of the banquet, a presiding table was raised, and an elder was standing on the stage and looking at everyone with a smile.

"Everyone." The old man spoke slowly, his voice exceptionally clear, not at all like that of an old man of his age.

The people all fell silent and looked at the old man with the same joy.

"Just now, a major event happened, I have already said it, and I invite Elder Wang to come to power."

Wow –

There was thunderous applause in the hall, and one by one their heads turned to look at where Wang Ling was.

Wang Ling seemed to understand something, smiled and insisted on the others, walked towards the presiding platform, and stopped in front of the steps, and bowed his hand slightly to the old man above, "I've seen this elder, I don't know what to call it?" ”

"The old man is Elder Wu of the Holy Sect, and he is actually the fifth elder of this sect, and Elder Wang is polite."

"I see." Wang Ling nodded, walked up to the stage, and waved to everyone below.

"Elder Wang, can you say something?" Elder Wu urged.

"Actually, when I returned to the Sword Pavilion this time, I didn't expect such a big surprise." Wang Ling smiled, and as soon as his words changed, he had become cold unconsciously, "I wonder if the Great Elder is here?" ”

"Great Elder." Elder Wu was stunned, obviously he didn't expect him to ask like this, but his emotions adjusted quickly, and after looking in a certain direction, he regained his smile again, "Of course, our Great Elder is also looking at Elder Wang, Elder, let's say something." ”

"There's nothing to say." Wang Ling shook his head.

"Why isn't there anything to say?" Elder Wu looked puzzled.

"Because I'm going to challenge the Great Elder." Wang Ling still had a smile on his face, but his tone had become extremely cold, and said, "It is rumored that the Great Elder is the number one master of this sect, and I want to learn from him." ”

Elder Wu laughed dryly a few times and said, "What, I heard you right, Elder Wang wants to challenge the Great Elder, but this sect has a rule that you are not allowed to challenge the Elder by crossing the third level, so you can only challenge the Fourth Elder." ”

"If you defeat the Four Elders, will you be able to challenge the Great Elders?" Wang Ling asked lightly.

"Of course."

"Okay, then ask the fourth elder to come up, I'm going to defeat him." Wang Ling said with a smile.

As soon as the words fell, the voice in the audience had already laughed, "I heard it right, a small human race also wants to challenge me, don't think that you are the seventh elder and treat yourself as a green onion, in my Jiaojiao Holy Sect, you are the oldest." ”

"Four Elders." Wang Ling Huoran looked at the place where the voice came from.

A middle-aged man looked at Wang Ling with a hideous face, yawned a lot, jumped on his feet, landed on the stage steadily, and still said in Fang Cai's words: "Since you are looking for death, don't blame me for being rude." ”

Suddenly, he shuddered, and when he looked at the place where Wang Ling was standing, it was already empty.

There was a sudden uproar from the crowd below, and the four elders didn't have time to react, and they knew that it was not good. But with his many years of experience in fighting the enemy, since he didn't know where the enemy was, he protected himself to the death.

Drink.

A loud cry came out of his mouth, and the original half of his body suddenly changed, and it became the same as the other half. In this way, the Iron Horn people have completely become metal people, not only have their defense doubled, but even their life gates have disappeared without a trace.

At the moment when the metal man was formed, the faces of the four elders suddenly changed, and they swung their fists into the void.

In a flash in mid-air, an arm also unceremoniously blasted down, punching him.

The crackling sound was immediately heard, and the four elders screamed miserably, and their bodies retreated again and again, and when they stopped, their arms were already hanging down weakly, and blood flowed out of their metal skin.

There was a dead silence in the air, and the crowd gasped.

Even the all-metalized Ironfoot people were wounded, what kind of combat power could this be.

"No, it can't be." The four elders' faces became panicked.

"I'm going to get on." Wang Ling smiled faintly, his face was light and light, the more tranquil it was, the more terrifying it was to the people around him.

"In terms of flesh, the human race is not comparable to the Iron Horn tribe, and in any case, it is not comparable."

"Unless he uses some kind of secret art, but in that case, the damage to the body is very great, even if he can hurt the Iron Horn Clan, he can't be unharmed."

"He's not a Terran?"

"Remember his blood feather technique, it seems to be some ancient clan."

"I remember, it's the Feng clan."

"Ancient Feng bloodline."

The crowd let out a burst of exclamations, and a pair of eyes stared at Wang Ling in disbelief. The Ancient Phoenix Clan, in countless universes, this name is enough to glorify the foreign hire. There are even places where the name is taboo and makes people shudder.

"You're the Feng Clan?" The four elders also heard the discussion below, and looked at Wang Ling in surprise.

"I have the blood of the Terrans in my veins." Wang Ling shook his head.

"Impossible."

"Then you see, I will use the power of the Terrans to defeat you now." After Wang Ling finished speaking, the colorful light in his eyes flashed, and the whole person disappeared suddenly.

The faces of the four elders changed, and they didn't have time to defend, and their bodies had been knocked away by a fierce force. A mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, his eyes were completely straightened, and his body fell to the ground weakly.

"Dead?"

The gushing blood stained the underside of the corpse red, converging into a small lake.

There was a slight agitation in the crowd, and there had never been a case of an Elder being killed in a duel.

"I'm here to challenge the Great Elder, I don't know if Elder Wu is qualified now." Wang Ling was still smiling, and his eyes were already unquestionably looking at Elder Wu who had already stepped down from the presiding stage.

"Yes, yes." Elder Wu trembled and wiped the cold sweat on his forehead and said.

Demon King, he is a Demon King, and he killed the Four Elders.

"Demon King." Bursts of discussion quietly spread.

"Great Elder." Wang Ling Huo Ran looked into the distance.

This sound fell, like an alarm bell, and the entire venue returned to dead silence.