After Ning Yiwu arranged all this, he disappeared above the "Divine Sword Altar" like a yellow dragon entering the sky.

Everyone looked away with this disappearing gaze, only to see that Ning Yiwu was already sitting in the center of the VIP seat.

At this point, it may seem strange to you why the head of the dynasty would sit in the VIP seat instead of the throne.

Because according to the rules formulated by many parties many years ago, when the forces of the Martial Sect held a grand event, the throne had to be vacated and given to the spirit of the emperor who had saved the civilization of the Heavenly Domain, even if the emperor had already returned to the west, this rule was not abolished.

Not to mention Ning Yiwu doing this, even when Qingyin Valley is now in full swing to hold the annual "Qingyin Festival", Zhao Dinglong, as the head of such a powerful force, will also uphold this rule and never sit on the throne.

Although this rule is so incredible, he is the rule, and Ning Yiwu can't break this rule at this time.

Even if this Heavenly Domain falls apart, it is still the Heavenly Domain of the nominal Emperor, if Ning Yiwu does the opposite at this time, it is very likely that he will be famous by the enemy, and the Divine Sword Sect is still weak, how can it still withstand such a "famous teacher"?

At this moment, most of the elders who were dignified saw that Ning Yiwu still left this throne to the emperor's spirit in the sky, after all, for this part of the nostalgic old people in their hearts, this heavenly domain belonged to the first emperor after all, even if he made mistakes in his later years, but in the end he still sacrificed heroically for the sake of the heavenly civilization, this kind of pride still involves the heartstrings of many people with high righteousness.

At this moment, Ning Yiwu, who was sitting in the center of the VIP seat, stared at Ning Hongyuan's back with expectation and recognition in his eyes.

This familiar back suddenly seemed a little unfamiliar, which made him feel a little incredible.

In just fifteen days, how did this kid grow so fast?

Ning Yiwu didn't think much about it, this back finally made him feel an unprecedented pride, and he couldn't help but say to himself: "Yuan'er, the next time is the time to show your talent, don't be disappointed in these fifteen years of hard work!"

Qin Yuxue, who was sitting next to her, was also full of expectation in her eyes, what girl didn't expect the man she liked to be famous? Not to mention that she was a proud son of the sky, this was originally a woman's nature.

It is precisely because excellent girls are born to like the strong that the good men in this world have a stronger enterprising heart, if women are born to like the weak, then this martial arts world may have been destroyed long ago.

Now the eyes of the family are focused on Ning Hongyuan on the Divine Sword Altar, it has been fifteen years, fifteen years of conscientiousness, fifteen years of down-to-earth, what kind of achievements will be exchanged? All these expectations and excitement are so exciting, even Bai Shiyin, who has a quiet and comfortable temperament on weekdays, her heart is also full of thousands of expectations.

But Bai Shiyin suddenly had another mood and trouble in her heart, facing Ning Yiwu to the side and asked softly: "Husband, you let our distant son be in the limelight like this, I'm only afraid that there will be more assassins who assassinate him in the future!"

Ning Yiwu did not hide such a question, and waved his hand to show that his beloved wife did not need to worry, "Of course I understand, but you have to believe in our distant son, since I have the confidence to make him famous at this grand event, do you still doubt that he can't even deal with one or two assassins? He is not so cowardly, why don't you even believe in your own son?"

Bai Shiyin heard that her husband was so comforted, and her eyes full of worry finally turned into calm, but she still couldn't help worrying in her heart, "I used to be a person who was often assassinated, and I know that the assassin organization has an unwritten rule, that is, once you assassinate a target who can be named, his value will increase by more than one grade. ”

Before her words fell, she had already noticed that Ning Yiwu's face had already turned from anticipation and excitement to a slight anger, so she had to hurriedly restrain what she wanted to say.

Ning Yiwu's excited expression turned blue in an instant, but he still stood still, and his face didn't move to the right side at all: "Then what do you say? Do you have to twist it for me? Now that the arrow is on the string, do you want me to tell Ning Hongyuan to retreat? How can a woman's kindness achieve great things all day long? How can you do great things when you are brave for your life, and be timid when you are in danger? You give me a few words! I don't want to quarrel with you. ”

On the side, Ning Kexin saw that there was already anger in Ning Yiwu's tone, and hurriedly rubbed Bai Shiyin with her elbow, Bai Shiyin realized that she had said the wrong thing again, and she was extremely remorseful in her heart, but she didn't know what to say to calm the anger in Ning Yiwu's heart.

"Oh, father-in-law, don't quarrel anymore, it's all a family! Let's see how Brother Hongyuan behaves now! It should come, it will come sooner or later, after all, Brother Ning Hongyuan's identity is a generation of young sect masters, facing assassin assassination, it's just commonplace, extraordinary people do extraordinary things, if they want to achieve a brilliant cause, how can they worry about being assassinated by assassins? I know that Eniang is worried about Brother Hongyuan's safety in the future, but I also have to believe in Brother Hongyuan's ability, in Yu'er's opinion, let alone an assassin, even if his Emperor Lao Tzu comes, I believe that Brother Hongyuan can advance and retreat freely!" Qin Yuxue, who was sitting on the side, said so cleverly.

Hearing Qin Yuxue's wonderful persuasion, the slightly angry look on Ning Yiwu's face disappeared, and he laughed proudly, "I love to hear this! Stop arguing, let's see how Ning Hongyuan behaves!"

Qin Yuxue's sentence is a pun, in addition to praising Ning Hongyuan, in fact, he is also praising Ning Yiwu, because the meaning of Emperor Laozi is the first emperor,

Qin Yuxue said that this sentence is equivalent to supporting her father-in-law to create the great cause of a thousand emperors!

Ning Yiwu heard the subtext of this sentence, and of course he laughed proudly!

At this moment, Ning Hongyuan, who was standing in the center of the "Divine Sword Altar", was carrying too many expectations at this moment, and he was also facing unprecedented pressure, the words that his father said before leaving were not empty words, this Divine Sword Altar was hiding a dragon and a crouching tiger, and the next thing was the real showdown!

However, Ning Hongyuan had never felt so excited at this moment, because of the shocking words that his father said a few minutes ago, he no longer had to worry about the next unscrupulous people coming to make trouble, this next duel was a real trick, and this kind of duel was obviously more worth looking forward to.

Ning Hongyuan couldn't suppress the excitement in his heart, his dream was to fight with all kinds of talented martial arts cultivators, no matter how old or young the other party was, as long as he had excellent martial arts talent, he couldn't wait to compete with the other party, and then check and fill in the gaps in actual combat, improve himself again and again, change himself, and finally become a real sword god!

This is the real dream that belongs to Ning Hongyuan's heart.

This dream was finally able to move forward a little bit at this moment, how could Ning Hongyuan not be excited in his heart?

You must know that in the past, when he fought against those so-called martial cultivators, the motives of these martial cultivators were not pure, so when he fought with him, he always felt that something was missing!

At this moment, he finally understood what the little bit he had missed before was, it was pure! a kind of purity that belonged to a martial artist, a kind of purity of martial arts!

This is the soul of martial arts, surpassing oneself, rather than using martial arts as a tool.

Although Ning always asked himself that this kind of purity was not perfect enough, but at this moment in his heart, he was more excited than any previous duel.

At this moment, everyone's eyes in the Excalibur Altar were focused on him, and compared to the first time that he looked at indifference, this time everyone's eyes turned into expectation and recognition.