There was a silence in the martial arts performance.

The Beihai Dragon Tu and Wu Junyi, who had previously opposed the most, had already shocked everyone, and no one dared to stand up and oppose Ling Jianchen ascended the position of the Mad Sword Saint Son.

Dongfang Wuji was slightly disappointed, but he was expecting it and immediately spoke: "Since everyone has no objection, the Holy Son will hand over this Holy Son Order to you on behalf of the Dean!"

Buzz!

It was a sacred son order with silver light.

In the huge Beihai Academy.

The Son Order is second only to the Dean’s Token!

Once you become a holy son.

That is, the entire Beihai Academy and even the pride of heaven that the Beihai Empire attaches most can get many benefits and benefits.

The simplest point...

Any of the top ten saints can withdraw no more than 100 million low-grade spirit stone treasures from Beihai Academy or all industries under the Beihai Empire every year.

If you buy it, you can enjoy the lowest 50% discount!

Ling Jianchen took over the Holy Son Order with one hand.

The Holy Son ordered the entry to the store to cool slightly, and the silver light flashed all over the body, and the metallic luster was brilliant and dazzling, which was fascinating.

Ling Jianchen took a deep breath and raised the Holy Son Order high.

boom!

A silver dragon flew out of the Holy Son Order, rushed straight into the Yuntian, hanging high above a hundred feet, and then returned to the Holy Son Order after ten breaths.

"The Son of Mad Sword!"

"The Mad Sword Saint Yi Shuihan..."

Hysterical shouts came from the crowd.

The disciples of the outer courtyard, the inner courtyard, and even the disciples of the Holy Academy were all shouting and roaring, calling out his name and the entire title of the Mad Sword Saint Son!

The shouting lasted for half a quarter of an hour before it stopped.

Dongfang Wuji had a expressionless face and said indifferently: "Huo Rong, the director of the Outer Court, come forward to receive the reward!"

"I'm here!"

Huo Rong stepped forward with an excited expression and bowed respectfully to Dongfang Wuji.

Dongfang Wuji said lightly: "Huo Rong discovered Yi Shuihan, focused on cultivating him, and directly promoted him from a disciple of the outer courtyard to a saint son of the Holy Academy. This is a great achievement. He specially gave a bottle of the Hundred Flowers Immortal Dew, a hundred beast souls of the Martial Ancestor, and a million medium-grade spirit stones. He had a chance to go to the Holy Spirit Realm. When you return from the Holy Spirit Realm, you will go to the inner courtyard and replace the position of the Five Poisons and become the vice president of the inner courtyard!"

"Thank you, Dean, thank you, Holy Son of Wuji!"

Fire Mercedes took the storage ring.

The storage ring that was as passionate as feathers was heavy as ten thousand pounds in his hands, and was heavy in his hands, making his old face flushed with excitement.

Tears floated in the tiger's eyes.

How many years have passed!

He worked diligently in the outer courtyard, but every time he cultivated geniuses he would choose to go directly to the inner courtyard. Even if they eventually became the saint sons of the Holy Academy, it had nothing to do with his Huo Rong.

Huo Rong was extremely grateful at this moment. In order to repay Ling Jianchen's kindness to help Huo Fenghuang, he regarded him as the target of training.

"Thank you, the Holy Son of Mad Sword!" Huo Rong put away the ring and nodded slightly at Ling Jianchen.

Ling Jianchen smiled, feeling disdainful of Huo Rong's excitement as to these so-called rewards. If it weren't for the Five Poisons favoring Wu Tong, Huo Rong could have come forward to stop him.

With Ling Jianchen's character, he will definitely give him generous rewards.

Don't say anything else...

Just helping him improve his practice skills and eliminate his mistakes and shortcomings in his practice can make Huo Rong's strength rise ten times a hundred times.

It's a pity...

Huo Rong chose to protect himself, so Ling Jianchen naturally would not help him again.

"The Mad Sword Saint Son Yi Shuihan, my palace was ordered by my father to come to congratulate you on becoming the throne of the Holy Son!"

Beihai Yifeng had a warm smile on his face, and nodded slightly to Ling Jianchen, and continued, "Father heard that the Son of Mad Sword came from Guangyang City, so he ordered this palace to summon him on his behalf. From today on, Guangyang City will be the fief of your Son of Mad Sword. In addition, you will be given the title of Marquis of the Empire!"

A noise sounded again in the martial arts performance venue.

However, the noise this time was much quieter than before.

after all.

The Beihai Empire attached great importance to any saint, and the rewards of the marquis and the land of a city were not too perverted.

When Dongfang Wuji became the sage son, the royal family directly granted him the title of duke and control of the five cities.

"Thank you!"

Although Ling Jianchen was not interested in the Marquis and the Land of One City, he had to do his skills on the surface, so he immediately accepted a reward order from Beihai.

Beihai frowned slightly, and he secretly disliked Ling Jianchen's indifferent attitude.

When he thought of the fate of Wu Junyi and Ye Xiao, he felt relieved and thought that Ling Jianchen was already giving him a lot of face.

Beihai, who was relieved, smiled again on his face: "Son of Mad Sword, the Father attaches great importance to you. If you have the chance, you can go to the palace!"

"Yes!"

Ling Jianchen nodded and thought to himself: Is the palace of the Beihai Empire? It won’t take long before I will lead the army to break through the gate of the palace!

Beihai Yifeng naturally didn't know what he was thinking, otherwise he would be depressed and vomiting blood. He nodded slightly and said, "I guess you have just become a saint son and have many things to deal with. This palace will leave first and say goodbye!"

He bowed to Dongfang Wuji and others and left immediately.

Dongfang Wuji looked at Beihai Yifeng and left, and this was looking at Ling Jianchen: "Yi Shuihan, whenever we become a saint, our ten saints will hold a welcome dinner. Your welcome dinner will be held in the evening at Huadong Pavilion, don't forget it!"

"good!"

Ling Jianchen responded lightly and left.

He took Xiao Yitian, Luo Dapao, Fu Yunlong, Beihai Dragon Saber, and Su Man Yangyanglong away. This time he went to the Holy Courtyard and distributed it to him.

The Holy Son owns an independent villa and has luxurious decorations. Each Holy Son has an eight-grade spiritual vein buried under it, which is a treasure land for cultivation.

As the saying goes, one person can attain enlightenment and ascend to heaven!

Ling Jianchen became the saint son and naturally had many privileges, so Xiao Yitian and others were able to enter his villa to practice.

"Boss, this Holy Son is treated well!"

"The spiritual energy in this villa is so powerful. I feel that my cultivation speed can be increased ten times more when practicing here!"

Everyone said with excitement.

Fu Yunlong secretly thanked that he took the initiative to worship Ling Jianchen as his teacher on the Hanging Mountain.

Otherwise...

With his own struggle, he is afraid that he will never be able to enter this Holy Son Villa for the rest of his life.

The Dragon Slayer of Beihai said in a deep voice: "Boss, you'd better not turn it off tonight's dinner at the East China Pavilion!"

“Why?”

Ling Jianchen looked at him with a smile.

Beihai Hesitated for a moment, and said with a serious expression: "From my understanding of Dongfang Wuji, this person is righteous on the surface, but in fact he is a petty villain who will retaliate. Except for the Qingyun Saint Son and Beihai Fengyun, almost all of them are Dongfang Wuji's supporters. Boss, you have offended him many times. This time, the top ten Saint Sons gather together, he will definitely not miss this opportunity."

"Boss, Slaughter Dragon is right, you have to be careful!"

"Don't go!"

Luo Dapao and others also said.

Ling Jianchen smiled slightly and said without comment: "So what if the ten saints unite together? Could it be that the hunter knew that there was a tiger in the mountain, so he would not go into the mountain to hunt? The general knew that the swords of the battle formation had no eyes, and it was difficult to prevent death and injury, so he would not go into the battle to kill the enemy?"

Two cold light suddenly flashed through his eyes.
Chapter completed!