A man has a sword hanging from his waist, with sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes.

One person is holding a folding fan and is cynical.

"It's Beifeng True Successor Wu Yong and Xiyu Peak True Successor Wen Kai!"

"Beifeng and Xiyunfeng have nothing to deal with in the first place. These two true disciples are also competing with each other. No one is convinced by the other. I guess it is the ancient bell who is competing this time."

"I remember they could ring five times before, but I don't know what happened now."

Wu Yong, a disciple of Xuanjian, had a slight smile on his face, as if he didn't care at all about the comments of the people around him.

"Junior Brother Wen, please go first?"

With a cynical look on his face, Wen Kai closed the folding fan in his hand with a "pop" sound, sneered, and stepped forward.

He stood in front of the ancient clock, turned around and said: "Wu Yong, you and I have never decided the winner before. Today, just take a closer look and see what is the gap between you and me!"

"Pretending!"

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 is fully prepared this time. The previous result was five times, but now, I estimate that I can reach six times!"

"Looking at his momentum, we also know that he has made a lot of breakthroughs recently, and he should be at the fifth level of the Golden Core now!"

"It's really great!"

While everyone was discussing, Wen Kai, who was standing under the ancient trial bell, was already ready.

I saw him retreating with one foot, clenching his fist, and a black light appeared from the fist, gradually wrapping the entire arm, exuding an extremely shocking and heavy meaning!

Even the calm Wu Yong frowned slightly at this moment.

A sudden punch!

Wen Kai's fist hit the ancient trial bell hard, making a terrifying loud noise, and an impact force erupted from between the two.

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

This shows how powerful this force is!

Above the ancient clock, a fierce beast with a dark body suddenly appeared, suddenly jumped out and entered Wen Kai's body!

"Seven sounds! Yes, seven sounds!"

"And he also received a vision from the ancient bell!"

The scene in front of them immediately caused a strong shock. The disciples of the West Prison Peak all cheered loudly. On the other hand, the disciples of the North Peak looked a little ugly.

"The next Holy Son has appeared!"

Someone muttered to themselves.

But just like a stone dropped into a calm lake, it instantly startled the entire fish in the lake!

Some people have complicated eyes. The Holy Son Cao Sheng was killed just now, and now a disciple with the same talent stands out. It turns out that many people are hiding their own strength!

In the Tiansheng Sect, the only disciples with such strength are the former Saint Son and Saint Daughter, and the current Wen Kai Zhao Xuan!

Withdrawing his fist, Wen Kai sneered, patted his robe, looked at Wu Yong, and said: "Now you know the gap I mentioned, Wu Yong, it's useless, hahaha, you lost! Do you still recognize our bet?

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Wu Yong had a gloomy face. After taking a deep breath, he said with a smile: "Oh? You can do it, can't I?"

Wen Kai extends his hand, please!

Wu Yong's face was livid, and he came to the ancient bell. After accumulating his strength, his sword intent surged like a wave. He put his two fingers together, used his fingers as swords, and stabbed the ancient bell! |

In the eyes of everyone looking forward to it, Wu Yong only rang six times in the end!

Wu Yong's face suddenly became confused. If he had rang six times before, he would have been considered the genius of the Tiansheng 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 admit defeat. This time, I, Wu Yong, admit it, but next time, I will definitely beat you!"

After saying that, in full view of everyone, Wu Yong threw a first-grade elixir to Wen Kai and turned around to leave.

Wen Kai looked at Wu Yong's leaving figure, spat, and sneered: "Trash, you dare to speak ill of the saint behind your back, I will beat you up next time I see you!"

Wen Kai is a staunch supporter of the Saint. Wen Kai secretly helped Nangong Yuran a lot when he escaped from the Tiansheng Sect last time.

boom!

Suddenly, an unprecedented sound of impact and explosion sounded, far exceeding the previous power of Wen Kai. The impact suddenly swept through Tianqi Peak, and the sound resounded throughout the Tiansheng Sect.

This moment attracted everyone's attention. Even Wu Yong, who left sadly, couldn't help but stop and look back!

Immediately afterwards, the sound of ancient bells came loudly.

Above the ancient bell, before the sound ended, layers of strange phenomena appeared, like clouds and mist in the wilderness, and fairy sounds came slowly.

The vision suddenly became larger, forming a majestic scene directly on top of Tianqi Peak!

"The Steaming Cloud Mengze! The Steaming Cloud Mengze is one of the ten most bizarre phenomena in the world!"

Someone exclaimed!

"Quiet!"

A deacon and elder immediately flew up to suppress everyone's voices.

Qiang~

The sound of the ancient bell seems to have weighed on everyone's heart.

Seven sounds!

Eight sounds!

Nine sounds!

It turned out to be nine sounds with nine as the ultimate number!

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

Everyone was shocked on the spot by this scene.

"Who rang the ancient bell?"

Zongmen main hall.

Even the Heavenly Saint Ancestor is no longer as calm as before.

Nine sounds!

What does this mean!

It means that the Tiansheng Sect is very likely to have a monk with the strength of his Tiansheng ancestor!

Even higher!

Because even the ancestor of Tiansheng only made the ancient bell ring eight times!

"Quick! Bring this disciple quickly!"

At this moment, Patriarch Tiansheng ignored Wen Kai who had just rang the seven bells, and instead directly ordered Cao Wudi.

Cao Wudi was about to stand up, but was immediately stopped by the Heavenly Saint Ancestor.

"No, let's go to Tianqi Peak in person! How about asking Fellow Daoist Xiao to witness the next leader of Tiansheng Sect?"

Xiao Fengping felt a little uneasy, but at this moment he could only nod.

A thought flashed through my mind,

Could it be that Nangong Yuran is a scammer?

Patriarch Tiansheng stretched out his hand and said: "Fellow Daoist Xiao, please!"

Xiao Fengping coughed lightly, "I am a mortal and cannot fly. How about a fellow Taoist 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 ancestors? Could it be that Senior is training his heart in the world of mortals?"

Xiao Fengping's eyes lit up, it would be okay if someone gave him a pillow when he was dozing off.

"You can think so!"

After saying that, Xiao Feng stood up, skillfully carried the basket on his back, held the Ruyi Pestle in his hand, and took the lead to walk down the steps of the main hall.

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

Even Ancestor Tiansheng felt an indescribable feeling of ambiguity in his heart.

Just like himself, the founder of Tiansheng Sect, he was eclipsed in front of this black-haired young man.

Invisibly, Xiao Fengping's figure carrying a basket on his back and holding a Ruyi pestle was engraved in everyone's hearts like a carving knife.

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