A sword hangs from his waist, with starry eyebrows.

One person is holding a folding fan, cynical.

"It's Wu Yong, the true legend of the North Peak, and Wen Kai, the true legend of the West Prison Peak!"

"The North Peak and the West Hell Peak are not dealing with each other in the first place, these two great true disciples are also competing with each other, and no one is convinced by the other, it is estimated that this time it is the trial Gu Zhong competition."

"I remember they used to ring five times, but now I don't know how."

Wu Yong, a disciple of the Hanging Sword, had a shallow smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he didn't care about the discussions of the people around him.

"Senior Brother Wen, please?"

Wen Kai, who looked cynical with a cynical face, snapped, closed the folding fan in his hand, sneered, and stepped forward.

He stood in front of Gu Zhong, turned around and said: "Wu Yong, you and I have never been able to distinguish between victory and defeat before, today, you can take a good look, what is the gap between you and me!" ”

"Pretend!"

Wu Yong also put away the warmth on his face and snorted coldly.

"Senior Brother Wen Kai is about to start!"

"It seems that Senior Brother Wen Kai has made sufficient preparations this time, the previous score was five tones, and now, I estimate that he can reach six tones!"

"Looking at his momentum, I also know that he has broken through a lot recently, and now it should be Jindan Wupin!"

"It's amazing!"

While everyone was discussing, Wen Kai, who was standing under the Ancient Bell of Trial, was already ready.

I saw him retreat with one foot, clenched his fist, and a black light appeared from his fist, and gradually, wrapped his entire arm, exuding an extremely astonishing heaviness!

Even Wu Yong, who was light and breezy, frowned slightly at the moment.

Bang Bang!

Wen Kai's fist slammed into the Ancient Bell of Trials, erupting with a terrifying loud bang, and a force of impact erupted from between the two.

Wen Kai took a few steps back in a row, and the stone slab under his feet turned into powder!

This shows how great this power is!

Above the ancient bell, a fierce beast with a pitch-black body suddenly appeared, suddenly jumped out, and entered Wen Kai's body!

"Seven sounds! It's seven sounds! ”

"And he also received a vision from Gu Zhong!"

The scene in front of him immediately caused a strong shock, and the disciples of the West Prison Peak all cheered loudly, but the disciples of the North Peak were a little ugly.

"The next Holy Son has appeared!"

Someone muttered to himself.

But it was like a pebble, thrown into the calm lake, and in an instant, the fish in the entire lake were alarmed!

Someone has a complicated gaze, just now the Holy Son Cao Sheng was killed, and now there are disciples with the same talent who stand out, it turns out that many people are hiding their strength!

In the Heavenly Saint Sect, there are only disciples who can have such strength, but I am afraid that only the former Holy Son and Holy Maiden, and now Wen Kai Zhao Xuan!

Retracting his fist, Wen Kai sneered, patted his robe, looked at Wu Yong, and said, "Now you know the gap I said, Wu Yong, useless, hahaha, you lost!" Do you still approve of our bets? ”

Wu Yong's face was gloomy, and after taking a deep breath, he said with a smile: "Oh? If you can do it, can't I? ”

Wen Kai stretched out his hand, then please!

Wu Yong's face was pale, he came to Gu Zhong, and after accumulating his strength, his sword intent was surging like a wave, his fingers were together, and he used his fingers as a sword to stab at Gu Zhong!

In the eyes of everyone's expectation, in the end, Wu Yong only rang six times!

Wu Yong's face suddenly couldn't hold back, if he had been placed before, he would have sounded six times, he would already be said to be the Tianjiao of the Heavenly Saint Sect, but now he was robbed of the limelight by Wen Kai.

The honor that originally belonged to him was completely taken away by Wen Kai at this moment!

"Wen Kai, I am willing to lose the bet, this time, I Wu Yong admitted, but next time, I will definitely beat you!"

After speaking, in full view of everyone, Wu Yong threw a one-grade elixir to Wen Kai and turned to leave.

Wen Kai looked at Wu Yong's departing back, took a sip, and sneered: "Trash, dare to say bad things about the saint behind your back, the next time Lao Tzu sees you, he will beat you directly!" ”

Wen Kai is a staunch supporter of the Holy Maiden, and the last time Nangong Yuran escaped from the Heavenly Saint Sect, Wen Kai secretly helped a lot.

Rumble!

Suddenly, an unprecedented impact explosion sounded, far surpassing the power of Wen Kai before, and suddenly the impact force swept through the Heavenly Qi Peak, and the sound resounded throughout the Heavenly Saint Sect.

It attracted everyone's attention at the moment, even Wu Yong, who had left gloomily, couldn't help but stop at this moment and look back!

Immediately after, the ancient bells rang out.

On the ancient bell, before the sound ended, layers of visions appeared, like clouds and mist in the wilderness, and the fairy sound came slowly.

The vision suddenly became larger, directly above the Tianqi Peak, forming a hundred zhang grand scene!

"Vapor Cloud Mengze! It is one of the ten great visions in the world! ”

Someone exclaimed!

"Quiet!"

Some of the deacons and elders immediately flew up to silence everyone's voices.

Qiang~

The sound of the ancient bell came, as if it had pressed on everyone's heart.

Seven sounds!

Eight sounds!

Nine tones!

It turned out to be nine tones with nine as the pole!

At this moment, there was a deathly silence on Tianqi Peak.

Everyone was shocked by this sight.

"Who rang the ancient bell?"

The main hall of the sect.

Even the Heavenly Saint Ancestor was no longer at the same moment.

Nine tones!

What does this represent!

It represents that the Heavenly Saint Sect is very likely to have a monk with the strength of his Heavenly Saint Ancestor!

Even higher!

Because even the Heavenly Saint Ancestor only made the ancient bell ring eight times back then!

"Quick! Bring this disciple here! ”

The Heavenly Saint Ancestor directly ignored the Wen Kai of the seven bells at this moment, and instead directly ordered Cao Wushu.

Cao Wushu was about to get up, but was immediately stopped by the Heavenly Saint Ancestor.

"No, let's go to Tianqi Peak in person! Please also ask Xiao Daoyou to witness the next sect master of the Heavenly Saint Sect? ”

Xiao Fengping was faintly uneasy in his heart, but he could only nod at the moment.

A thought flashed through my mind,

Could it be Nangong Yuran's pitfall, right?

The Heavenly Saint Ancestor stretched out his hand and said, "Xiao Daoyou, please!" ”

Xiao Fengping coughed lightly, "I'm a mortal and can't fly, why don't you give me a ride?" ”

Cao Wudi squinted his eyes, and seemed to see some clues.

"Senior Xiao has always said that he is a mortal, but how can a mortal sit with our ancestor, is the predecessor refining his heart in the red dust?"

Xiao Fengping's eyes lit up, and when he was sleepy, it was okay for someone to send a pillow.

"You can think so!"

After that, Xiao Fengping got up, skillfully carried the back basket, and took the lead down the steps of the hall with the ruyi pestle in his hand.

At that moment, Xiao Fengping's figure immediately became different in the eyes of everyone.

Even in the heart of the Heavenly Saint Ancestor, there was a hint of indescribable incomprehension.

It's like he, the founding ancestor of the Heavenly Saint Sect, is also overshadowed in front of this black-haired young man.

Invisibly, Xiao Fengping carried a basket on his back and held a ruyi pestle, like a carving knife, engraved in everyone's hearts.

This person is absolutely extraordinary, at least in terms of state of mind, far beyond himself!

The Heavenly Saint Ancestor quickly followed, and also gave up flying.