"Senior nephew Sun, bastard thing, what are you doing in a daze?"

Lin Feng was prostrate on the ground, unable to get up, but he could speak, and he couldn't help but increase his tone.

This grandson nephew participated in the war ten years ago, and it is rumored that he served under the demon brother Xin Zhuo on the side of the famous town, and he was in charge of the three major empires in the town.

The visitor was still silent.

This person's name is Sun Wangcai, and he once witnessed Uncle Xin's Heavenly Bead Divine Calculation, the Four Gambles of the Black Valley, and the Enlightenment of the Creation Peak, as well as the shocking scene of the Three Kingdoms of the Main Town and the last sword killing the Evil Sect and the Desolate Beast.

Although ten years have passed, those things are still fresh in his memory, and the things he did with Uncle Xin are the glory of his life.

There is still a tablet in his dormitory, which is Uncle Xin's, and in the past ten years, he has never missed a worship incense on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month.

He always felt that the genius was no more than Uncle Xin! That's a god-like man!

At the moment he froze.

The dead Uncle Xin...... Coming back?

Xin Zhuo also happened to see him and smiled: "Little Sun?"

Little grandson?

Lin Feng, Xie Lingwu and the others glanced at each other, only to be surprised and inexplicable, calling Sun Wangcai a little grandson? Could it be ...... Is he really a disciple of the sect who went out to hide and cultivate?

It shouldn't be, there is no identity jade plate, nor does it have any realm manifestation and the flow of the Xuantian Sword Technique.

At this time, Sun Wangcai could no longer care about the confusion in his mind, jumped to the ground, knelt down with "Puff", and respectfully bowed: "Disciple Sun Wangcai, meet the young master and welcome Uncle Xin back to the sect...... Door! ”

When it comes to the last word, I can't choke up.

Lin Feng and Xie Lingwu were stunned for a moment, and then there was a roar in their minds.

If Sun Wangcai only said the three words "Uncle Xin", maybe they would only be relieved in their hearts, and the last sentence on the road was really the return of the sect brothers, and there was a false alarm. However, with the addition of the words "less master", the meaning is different.

There are only ten candidates for the inheritance of the master of this sect, known as the ten swords of Xuantian, and there is no less master, if you say that you are in charge of teaching...... It seems that there is only one posthumous one.

He is...... That person!?

This time it became a fright again, who doesn't know the legend of that person in the past ten years? Who doesn't know his prestige, his resourcefulness, and his prowess?

Living legends are current!

Isn't he dead, though?

Xin Zhuo didn't have too much thought, it was really boring to play with these junior disciples, he just kicked Sun Wangcai up, looked around at the misty peaks in the distance, and asked, "Is there something going on in the sect today?"

The Seven Peaks are quiet, which doesn't quite fit in with the bustling scene of today.

Sun Wangcai wiped his eyes, and Shi Li replied: "Xuantiantai is holding a grand event of heavenly drums, and the heavenly drums are the treasures of the Middle Ages brought back by the great elders of the Taishang, and the talents and rising stars of all sects have arrived!"

“…… Got it. ”

Xin Zhuo was no longer verbose, and his figure disappeared in place in a flash.

In the courtyard, a group of people silently looked at the direction he left, and after a while, Lin Feng and Xie Lingwu, who had gotten rid of the shackles, jumped up and looked at Sun Wangcai deadly: "Who is he?" He's really that guy......"

Sun Wangcai was still giving a salute, and only got up after a while, with an expression on his face that no one could understand: "The first young master of the Xuantian Sword Sect, the true legend of the Sword Peak, the Fengwen Pillar single-handedly suppresses the eight sects, controls the three major empires, and kills the Heavenly Evil, the Ghost Green Sect and the Desolate Beast with one sword!" Xin Zhuo, Uncle Xin! Don't ask me why he came back, I don't know! ”

Saying that, he looked at a few people: "Believe it or not, we ate turtles for three days at the Tiangu Festival, and now that Uncle Xin has returned, one person can make the geniuses and rising stars of the Seventeen Sects embarrassed, find a hole to drill into, don't ask me why, it's so domineering!"

We didn't ask you so much either......

However, hearing the exact answer, Lin Feng and Xie Lingwu gasped for breath, their thoughts were complicated, and they couldn't help themselves.

Lin Feng looked at his shoulder inexplicably, swallowed his saliva, and a sense of glory rose in his heart: "Xin, Senior Brother Xin just hugged me!" Does he value me very much? ”

Xie Lingwu: "?"

A group of new disciples looked at each other, not knowing who this "Uncle Xin" was, but from Sun Wangcai's description, it can be known that this person is an elder of the sect and a legendary figure!

That Ling Tianjun's eyes widened blankly, and he was a little frightened in his heart, he was the prince of the Great Song Dynasty, and he had heard of it when the Xuantian Sword Sect's Martial Immortals suppressed the empire......

Na Yu'er suddenly pushed the golden mountain and poured the jade pillar, facing the direction where Xin Zhuo left, "Puff" knelt in the dust, and said loudly: "Master Xie cultivates!"

Sun Wangcai fiercely Xiang Yu'er: "You are a disciple of Uncle Xin?" What can you do? Where are you from? ”

Yu'er didn't know if what he was doing was right, and he didn't dare to let anyone see his face clearly, so he said in a low voice: "Just now, named disciple!"

……

In the sect, between the peaks and cliffs, the clouds and mist are rolling, the temperature is moderate, the exotic flowers and plants are everywhere, and the four seasons are like spring.

Xin Zhuo flew through the fog, like a leisurely stroll, just looking at Xuantiantai and Lingjian Peak, a little suspicious, return to the peak or go to Xuantiantai to see what the situation is?

After a moment of silence, he finally chose Xuantiantai.

……

Xuantiantai is in the westernmost part of Xuantian Peak, ninety-nine miles away from Xuantian Palace, it is the special place of the grand meeting of the sect, there are three-colored clouds and mist rolling, and there are glazed cloud patterns surging below, this is a special formation.

Once the formation is opened, the entrance is like an empty space, and you can't see the people watching from all directions, but the people watching from all directions can clearly see everything in the field.

At this moment, the Xuantiantai is surrounded by the nine great view seats of Tai, Xuan, Chu, Tao, Huang, Zhen, Miao, Tong, and Jing, and the Taishang Elders, Masters, and Outstanding Disciples of the Nine Sects and the Nine Sects under the Sect are sitting in total, with a total of no less than 2,000 people, all of whom are wide robes and big sleeves, men with vertical crowns, and women with cloud buns, and their indescribable temperament is extraordinary, and the martial immortal sect is magnificent.

As the host, on the huge cloud pattern platform of the "Taizi Position", the Great Elder of the Xuantian Sword Sect, Chu Zongwei, the Sect Leader, Dao Zhen, the eleven Taishang Elders, and the Seven Peaks Peak Lord were all there.

Behind Liu Qingfeng, the peak master of Lingjian Peak, sat Shi Niang Chu Siniang, Elder Ma Feng, Elder Sang Tu, Nangong Wentian, Su Liuli, Bai Jiansan, Wang Hui and Gongsun Li, and so on.

At this time, among the other eight great view seats, the elders and disciples of the various sects were smiling, but everyone in the Xuantian Sword Sect had gloomy faces and a depressed atmosphere.

Off the field, in the dense glass light curtain, the first disciple of Xuantian Peak, the first person in charge of the teaching sequence, chose Bai Zong, the sword eyebrows and starry eyes, the white robe was flying, the body was like a shocking Hong, and the famous Jinghong sword rolled up a hundred zhang of swords, and the sword was like a flying flower, pointing to the giant drum with a diameter of ten zhang on the opposite side, with a simple shape and a purple gold frame!

However, when the sword hit the drum, it did not make any sound, and it was not until the last sword hit that the huge drum made a "dong" sound.

The sound lasted for five breaths, and suddenly it was broken!

Bai Zong first looked surprised, quietly experienced it, then saw sweat on his face, gritted his teeth, and once again tried his best to beat the drum.

The mundane sword moves that Ping Shen had learned were used one by one, and the drum surface made a dull "dong" sound for a long time, and this time it only lasted for three breaths.

Then, an invisible force struck, he couldn't help but retreat again and again, a mouthful of blood spurted out, endured the discomfort, turned around and hugged his fists,

There was a strange laugh all around.

Someone said loudly: "The nephew of the White Master of the Xuantian Sword Sect is still good!"

Bai Zong pretended to have a calm face and flashed into the glass curtain.

As soon as he entered, the shame on his face could no longer be bearable, and he smiled bitterly: "Master, master, the disciple has done his best!"

"Stand down!"

The white-bearded and white-haired Taishang Great Elder Chu Zongwei waved his hand.

Bai Zong lowered his head and retreated, glanced at Shen Huansha, Ye Liang and others, and his face was full of bitterness again: "It's only three and a half!"

Supreme Elder Chu Zongwei waved his sleeves and looked at the peak masters and elders: "There are still disciples who haven't tried it?"

Sect Leader Dao Zhen bowed back and said: "Master, Bai Zong is the last person, and he is also the head of the Ten Swords of Tianxuan, Ling Gucheng is not here, Lord Zhao Yi refuses to participate, and there are no disciples!"

(End of chapter)