The words of Elder Zhijian may not be nothing to many Sword Sect disciples, but to these elders, it undoubtedly makes people feel a little sad. The scene that once made the disciples of the Sword Sect boil, felt that the elders of the Sword Sect seemed very calm and even had a heavy mood.

Luo Shengtang, who was originally crowded with people, suddenly became quiet. Many disciples of the Sword Sect realized that the words Elder Zhijian said were not about reminiscing with the Sword Sect Elder, nor about greeting the disciples of the Sword Sect. What he said was a past that made the listener sad.

Under Luoshengtang, nearly tens of thousands of disciples gathered. At this moment, they were silent, as if they were mourning something. The scene seemed a bit strange, and the quiet needle was heard. The eyes of many disciples of the Sword Sect all turned to the direction where the elder of the sword was.

Although many younger generations of the Sword Sect have heard the voice of Elder Zhijian and seen the spiritual body of Elder Zhijian, after all, they are not real enough. His figure was blurred at the time, but now it is real.

Time washed his head like flowing water, and time was like a knife, but it did not carve the marks on his face. Under his white eyebrows, his eyes were deep like the silent starry sky and endless darkness, making people unable to see through what they were thinking. Put their hands on their legs, and the elder holding the sword was clearly there.

But except for the elders present who could sense his breath when he first appeared, they could no longer sense his breath, let alone the disciples of the Sword Sect present. They could sense something at the beginning because Elder Zhijian said something.

The elders of the Sword Sect had the same thought in their hearts, and they couldn't help but sigh: "No wonder those forces took great pains thousands of years ago and tried every means to destroy the Luotian Sword Domain. The strength of Emperor Ling Tian Zhan and the Xuantian Sword Lord is really discouraged!"

This makes people unable to guess the situation and put the scene in an extremely awkward atmosphere. It took a long time to be broken by the deacons in presided over this ceremony of choosing disciples.

A deacon who looked mature and persistent, walked to a small stage in the center of all the elders' seats, spread his hands flat, saluted the elders and the heads, and then turned his eyes to the heads.

The Heavenly Sword Practitioner nodded at him, and saw the deacon turn around and look at all the disciples of the Sword Sect.

He smiled kindly at all the younger generation of Jianmen disciples, and his eyes narrowed into a slit.

The deacon was dressed in black, with black and white head and eyebrows, and a high nose bridge. Perhaps it was because he hadn't been hosting such a scene for too long, and his face looked a little dry.

After greeting the head sect and the elders and having a meeting with the disciples of the Sword Sect, a peaceful voice spread throughout Rasho Hall.

"Thanks to the attention of all elders and disciples, let me introduce myself to the old man. The old man has lived a while ago. He didn't participate in such a scene as today, but today is different. I won't say it, and everyone knows that today is the day when the elder holding the sword chooses disciples!"

"About it, it has been a thousand years since the Sword Master entered the Sword Sect. The old man still vaguely remembers that when the Sword Master first came to the Sword Sect, the Sword Master was covered in blood, and he was still a little unstable with the help of the Tianjian Parliament."

"I didn't expect that I would be able to meet again today. It's a great blessing." When I said this, the old deacon was a little excited. He had already turned around and looked at Elder Zhijian. His eyes were slightly red. He seemed to attach great importance to the past.

Elder Zhijian was also moved by the old deacon's actions. After thinking a little, Elder Zhijian said, "But Mr. 6?"

The old deacon said with a trembling body: "Yes, yes, yes, I didn't expect Elder Zhijian could still remember the old man. He had already felt that he was old and was not suitable for hosting such occasions. Now he could meet Elder Zhijian, and he would be content even if he stepped down now!"

"If the 6th elders are not there, when I was seriously injured, I returned to the Sword Gate. You helped me back to the Sword Palace. How could Xuantian forget this kindness? I am very happy that you were here today."

The old deacon, known as the 6th old, calmed down a little in his heart, turned around and looked at the disciples of the Jianmen again.

At this time, all the disciples of the Sword Sect looked at the old deacon again and became closer and hotter. This unpretentious old deacon had actually seen the Sword Elder who had just entered the Sword Sect! To be precise, it should be the Master Xuantian Sword.

This means that the old deacon has a rich experience, which makes many hopeless disciples of the Sword Sect who think they are hopeless under the elders. In the eyes of many Sword Sect disciples, the old deacon is so old that his strength will definitely not be bad, but he has never been noticed in the past.

As if seeing what they were thinking, the old deacon chuckled softly: "Okay, little guys, the old man is old and can't stand the trouble. If you want to become a disciple, Raseidon is in the seat of elders. So many elders are not enough for you to choose!"

After being said by the old deacon, hope was ignited and some disciples who wanted to join the old deacon's disciples could not help but hang down their heads again, looking dejected.

The old deacon seemed to be unpredictable on the surface for this scene, but he should be very pleased in his heart.

With a slight smile, the old deacon coughed gently, and then said loudly: "Okay, all the disciples of the Sword Sect, whether you are ordinary disciples of the Sword Sect or the younger generation of the Sword Sect, on this day, you have the opportunity to choose the master you want to enter."

"However, old man, what I want to remind you here is that the important thing is not which master you choose, but whether you have the courage to meet the challenges of your fellow disciples after you choose this master. As a disciple of the Sword Sect, you should have your own passion and fight for the result you want."

"Okay, now, I announce that the first step in the Jianmen Pupil Selection Ceremony is to choose a disciple. All disciples will take the nameplate with their own names engraved in their hands, and put the nameplate into the box before the ideal seat of the master in their hearts."

"Before doing this, the old man should remind you little guys that everything is within your ability. What you value in the ritual of choosing disciples is not entirely your strength. You know, make decisions, and your mind are the criteria for choosing disciples. After everyone understands this, don't worry and boldly vote for your nameplate."

After the old deacon's last words fell, although the scene was noisy, there was no chaotic situation. Many disciples became much more cautious because of the old deacon's words. After thinking for a long time, they continued to take steps and headed towards the elder seat they were going to vote for.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!