"Congratulations Master! Congratulations to Master Xi! After hundreds of years, our Thunder Rain Sect finally has a ninth-order master again, and has re-entered the ranks of the first-class sects in Sunset City!" Li Kaishan's excited face turned into a flower.

In Sunset City, if a sect has an eighth-order master, it is considered a second-rate sect. There are several eighth-order masters in the Thunder Rain Sect, which can be regarded as relatively powerful among the second-rate sects, but they are still not considered first-class sects. The standard of a first-class sect is that there is at least one ninth-order master in the sect. As for the top-level sect, it requires several ninth-order masters, and eighth-order masters are everywhere. The entire Sunset City is only one of the five top sects, and the Thunder Rain Gate is far behind.

Jian Wushuang opened his eyebrows and smiled: "As long as the news of the master's promotion to the ninth order is released, who else in the sect will dare to disagree?

Wu Tian sneered and said, "Xiong Huairen is a tumor in the sect, and he will not be unhappy. What's the use of letting him be honest for the time being? On the contrary, it is a hidden danger of the sect. Father, I think you should conceal your cultivation, and when Xiong Huairen's various tricks are used at the sect conference, all the henchmen will jump out, and then show their strength, sweep them away in one fell swoop, and clear the sect, so that the sect can flourish!"

"Not bad. Exactly. Just do what Tian'er says. Wu Jingze nodded with satisfaction. Li Kaishan and Jian Wushuang are two disciples with good talents, but one of them is too generous, and the other has no city government, and they both lack the courage to kill decisively, and they are only generals but not handsome, and they are not good candidates for the next generation to take charge of the sect. The second and fourth apprentices are talented and intelligent, but they are obsessed with cultivation and do not return to the sect for a whole year, and they are not interested in the position of the head of the sect.

In the past, his son Wu Tian was arrogant and arrogant, and his performance was not as good as these two disciples, but since he was deceived by Zhuo Qingya's cheap maid once, he was like a different person, decisive in killing, scheming, and even not losing himself. It's really from the grinding, the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold, and the jade can't be cut!

Then, the four of them began to discuss the various details of the sect assembly.

Although the sect assembly is still a few days away, there is a lot to do before that.

Thunderstorm Gate has a regular meeting once a year and a general meeting every five years. During the sect meeting, not only the Supreme Elders would come to attend, but also the elders and supervisors who were in charge of the sect's business in other places would come back to report. This series of ushers and send-offs, and arranging and arranging, will consume a lot of spirit and manpower.

The sect competition held before the sect conference is an important activity to demonstrate the strength of the thunder rain sect and encourage the disciples of the sect to work hard. Match arrangement, prize preparation, venue layout...... It's all very trivial and takes up time. Not to mention the fact that invitations are also being distributed, inviting acquaintances to watch the ceremony and other scenes.

What's more, the four of them also have to make targeted arrangements for Xiong Huairen's various possible conspiracies. Fortunately, Wu Tian contributed a lot of treasures, pills, weapons and armor, so that Wu Jingze, who was a little tight on hand, arranged it much more calmly.

The four of them discussed and stopped, and it was already evening.

The setting said that the west was sinking, dyed red with clouds and clouds, and outlined a magnificent and magnificent picture in the distant sky.

The late resident bird leaves a string of crisp chirps in the air, piercing the sky and flying away.

Wu Tian and the two senior brothers walked out of the courtyard.

Wu Tianmu saw the two senior brothers talking excitedly, and gradually walked away with brisk steps, disappearing into the twilight, shaking his head gently.

He felt that his father and the two senior brothers were a little underestimated. They seemed to feel that no matter what tricks Xiong Huairen had, they could be completely crushed with the powerful strength of the ninth order. But if whoever is strong in force can win, then the world is too simple! The question is whether it is possible? Not to mention that Xiong Huairen is known for his cunning.

However, what the father does not think of is left to him as a son, and what the father forgets to do, he is the son to do. Under the wings of the sect and raised by his father, he has grown up, and it is time to give back to the sect and honor his father.

Wu Tian smiled confidently, stepped on firm steps, and disappeared into the twilight.

Sunset City, Golden Bottle Gate, Meeting Hall.

Ximen Honghu, the owner of the Golden Bottle Gate, was as thin as a bamboo pole drying clothes, light and fluttering, as if there was no weight, his face was pale, his hair was slightly bald, his eyes were slender, he opened and closed uncertainly, and his eyes were like lightning shots, making his eyes like two sharp blades, which made people feel cold.

He looked down coldly and shouted, "Hmph, your Tingyumen is only a second-rate sect, and you are only a big sect, so you dare to send an invitation to this seat to participate in person? Is it like humiliating this seat?"

Xiong Chengshu bowed down and stood below, his waist seemed to be in general, his forehead was almost touching the ground, his back was instantly soaked with cold sweat, and he explained in a panic: "Where do I dare to humiliate the door master in Tingyumen, I just admire the door master's divine skills, and I want you to guide it." ”

Ximen Honghu snorted coldly, and was about to refuse, when a subtle but unquestionable voice suddenly came from the shadows behind him: "Promise him." said that he would bring the four elders of the Golden Bottle Gate to watch the ceremony together. ”

Ximen Honghu's face changed slightly, and he forced out a stiff smile and said, "Okay." Seeing that you are so sincere, it is rare that this seat is in a good mood, and when the time comes, I will take the four elders of this sect to watch the ceremony. ”

Xiong Chengshu was depressed below, and the master had to let him send the invitation, but he hadn't communicated with anyone in advance, and he was ridiculed for a long time, not that he couldn't find it himself! Who knew that when the peak turned around, Ximen Honghu actually agreed to it as soon as he suddenly changed his words, and there was also an unexpected joy! The four famous elders of the Golden Vase also went to watch the ceremony! This is almost the Golden Vase Gate has been dispatched! It can definitely shock the sect! A second-rate sect like them is a big comparison, and if a first-class sect can go to a powerful elder, it will be very face-saving, let alone the sect master and the four elders will come in person!

Xiong Chengshu left with a thousand thanks, Ximen Honghu turned around, the arrogance on his face suddenly dissipated like ice and snow, revealing a pious and respectful expression, and said respectfully: "Miss, didn't you order us to wait and see what happens, and not to rashly intervene in the battle for the head of the Thunderstorm Gate?

A tall, curvy figure in a red gauze pleated dress walked out of the shadows. Bright lights splashed over, illuminating her delicate face, it was Zhuo Qingya, who had disappeared for a long time!

It's just that at this time, Zhuo Qingya's pretty face like flowers and jade could not see the soft and pitiful pheasant at all, and her white cheeks were like the cold ice of the Arctic Ice Field, constantly emitting a trace of coldness! Her charming phoenix eyes shone with a cold light, giving people a feeling of decisiveness, which made people dare not face it.

Zhuo Qingya smiled coldly and said, "I thought that if I personally helped Xiong Huairen, he should be able to take the opportunity to drive Wu Jingze from the position of the head of the house." Now it seems that Xiong Huairen is really too wasteful. If we don't make a move, he will definitely lose this sect conference. The position of the head of the Thunder Rain Sect is bound to be won by me at all costs! The secret realm of the Thunder Rain Sect has a great deal to do with the rise and fall of our clan, and it must be firmly grasped in the hands of this seat. Do you understand?"

Ximen Honghu, the master of the Golden Vase Gate, leaned down deeply, not feeling that there was anything wrong with him kneeling down to a fifth-order girl as a ninth-order master, and said respectfully and reverently: "The moon god is above, and Ze is ten thousand races." Your will, my mission. "------------- ask for a ticket!