"Isn't this the sound of wind and thunder, and what happened to the Fire Sword Sect?"

"What a familiar sound, the wind and thunder drum haven't appeared for three thousand years"

"Yes, I remember the last time the wind and thunder drums appeared, it was when the current head of the Lihuo Sword Sect, Gongsun Ting, and a Lihuo Sword Sect Tianjiao competed for the position of the head of the sect."

............

When the monks on the Fire Island heard the sound of the drums, they raised their heads one by one, looked in the direction of the Fire Sword Sect and began to discuss.

From the island of fire, above the infinite sky.

Gongsun Ting was looking at the scroll in his hand, when suddenly a terrifying drum beat sounded in his ears.

"It's a wind and thunder drum!?"

Gongsun Ting frowned, put down the scroll in his hand, and there was a hint of surprise in his eyes, "What happened?"

"Master, then Jiang Yang took all the disciples in the sect to challenge Wu Qiren, the holy son appointed by Uncle Mo, on the Wind Thunder Platform, you can go and take a look."

Suddenly, an elder hurriedly ran into the main hall, looking a little flustered.

"I see"

When Gongsun Ting heard this, he nodded and fell into deep thought.

The elder took a deep breath and continued: "Master, the Holy Son is now only a fourth-grade golden immortal, and he uses secret techniques to defeat the ordinary nine-rank golden immortal, this time so many disciples challenge him, he must not be an opponent, the Holy Son is not a disciple's opponent, this is definitely a powerful blow to the status of the Holy Son."

Gongsun Ting shook his head and said faintly: "Perhaps, this is a good thing."

The elder looked puzzled and said, "Good thing, why did the head of the sect say this?"

Gongsun Ting didn't answer the elder's question, but asked rhetorically, "Do you think this Wu Qiren can become the Holy Son of our Fire Sword Sect?"

When the elder heard Gongsun Ting's words, he was shocked, and then looked at Gongsun Ting in surprise and said, "What does the head mean?"

Gongsun Ting smiled lightly and said, "Let's go and take a look now, as long as Wu Qiren's life is okay, it's fine."

Wen Qingye, accompanied by many disciples from the Fire Sword Sect, came to the Wind Thunder Platform not far away, and suddenly the sound of drums like thunder came.

All the disciples of the Fire Sword Sect turned pale, and their steps retreated to the rear one after another, their eyes looking at the changing Wind and Thunder Platform in front of them, and they were terrified.

Anyone who feels such a scene will be shocked.

But Wen Qingye smiled indifferently, turned his head to Princess Yushu, who had a pale face, and said, "What, is this a dismount?"

After speaking, Wen Qingye continued to walk towards the Wind Thunder Platform.

Princess Yushu saw that Wen Qingye's expression was like an ancient well, and she was still calm and calm, but her heart was shocked, this person's heart is really strong.

Even if he knew in advance that there would be wind and thunder drums to take people's hearts, he still felt frightened in his heart, but Wu Qiren in front of him seemed to have never happened, which was really incredible.

Wen Qingye's footsteps were not in a hurry, Mo said that the wind and thunder drums instigated by thousands of people in the Wind Thunder Platform were the Nine Heavens War Drums instigated by tens of millions of monks, he had felt them all, and he still obeyed his orders and hit them directly.

The scene he had seen might not even be a tenth of what he saw in front of him, how could it make Wen Qingye feel scared?

After a while, Wen Qingye saw a dense patch of the sky in the distance, all of them were disciples of the Fire Sword Sect, and at this moment they were suspended in the sky, and the sound of drums came from in front of them.

And beneath them, a huge battle platform was exposed, facing the sky, and the air was full of rage.

Hundreds of thousands of eyes looked at Wen Qingye in an instant.

Wen Qingye smiled indifferently, continued to walk forward, and under the gaze of all eyes, he walked up to the wind and thunder platform, and looked at the dozens of people sitting next to the plan.

Among these dozens of people, there were men and women, disciples and elders, and it was obvious that this was a long-planned plan for them.

This person is Wu Qiren?

People who had never seen Wen Qingye secretly looked at it.

Wen Qingye looked at the dozen or so people and said with a smile: "Today is really a big show, it really flatters me."

"The Holy Son is willing to appreciate his face, and this is as it should be"

Jiang Yangpi stood up without smiling, and said, "I still think this little scene is snubbing the Holy Son."

Wen Qingye glanced over, and happened to see Qin Tian and Qin Yi, and he also had a number in his heart, and said: "You are Jiang Yang, I think you called me today, you shouldn't have asked me to come to see you drumming, right?"

"Refreshing!"

Bai Chengzi stood up directly, with a cold smile on the corner of his mouth, and said, "I have long wanted to meet the Holy Son for a while, and today I finally have a chance."

Whoosh!

Bai Chengzi directly pulled out the sword at his waist and walked onto the Wind Thunder Platform, as if he was afraid that Wen Qingye would regret it.

When the disciples of the Lihuo Sword Sect saw Bai Chengzi walking into the ring, there was a touch of joy in their eyes, Feihong Sword Immortal Bai Chengzi, his strength was not Gaide, and he was also the eighth-ranked genius among the disciples of the Lihuo Sword Sect.

Han Mei, who was ranked tenth, sneered: "The first one to let Senior Brother Bai Chengzi make a move, isn't it too much to think of him?"

Jiang Yang smiled and said, "Wouldn't it be better to kill with one blow?"

When everyone heard Jiang Yang's words, they all nodded and agreed.

On the mountain peak in the distance, Gongsun Ting saw Bai Chengzi walk onto the Wind Thunder Platform, and a trace of essence appeared in his eyes, "Jiang Yang is worthy of being my second disciple from the Fire Sword Sect, he is ruthless, and he doesn't give the opponent the slightest room to fight back."

Bai Chengzi's strength, he knows very well, although he is not the top among the Nine Rank Golden Immortals, but it is also much stronger than that Yanwu.

The elder next to him sighed, nodded and said, "Yes, Bai Chengzi's strength, against the Holy Son, the Holy Son is not an opponent."

Wen Qingye looked at Bai Chengzi in front of him, smiled, and said, "Do you think you are my opponent?"

"You dare to underestimate me?"

Bai Chengzi obviously felt the contempt in Wen Qingye's words, and he was angry in his heart, and said: "On this wind and thunder platform, but you can kill your opponent, Wu Qiren, be careful that the big words are too full."

Wen Qingye's eyes narrowed, with a hint of coldness in his eyes, and said, "You want to kill me?"

Bai Chengzi waved the long sword in his hand and sneered, "What do you say?"

Wen Qingye looked around, the people around him who were away from the Fire Sword Sect were all indifferent, a disciple of a sect actually threatened to kill the Holy Son of a sect, and the people in the sect were still indifferent, this was simply a big joke.

Wen Qingye took a deep breath and said with a light smile: "I also want the Qinghong blood in your body."

No one could feel that Wen Qingye had a trace of cold and ruthless murderous intent in his eyes, but he felt that he was still smiling, like a spring breeze.

Although the Qinghong bloodline is not as good as the mandala bloodline, it is much more advanced than the Shiwang bloodline.

(End of chapter)