Su Pengxiao ignored Lian Wuxian's angry words, shook his head and said with a bitter smile, "Wang Lianhai has evil intentions. I didn't want to take him with me at first, but he is the sect leader's nephew. There is nothing I can do about it. If he wants to fight with me today, he will just go with him."
fulfilled his wish."
Broken Finger Peak is crowded with people, and you can't see the edges at a glance. Many outstanding disciples appeared and occupied the place to themselves. Many disciples were deserted around them, while many disciples had a group of people gathered around them.
Not only the disciples of the previous generation, but also figures from several previous generations appeared. Broken Finger Peak suddenly gathered more than 100,000 volcano disciples, which was extremely spectacular.
"Senior Brother Yan, it's not good. More and more disciples from the previous generation are appearing. There is still a big gap between us and them. It seems that today's sect competition mainly focuses on the disciples from the previous generation." A young disciple was helpless.
road.
The young man known as Senior Brother Yan was about 27 or 28 years old. He glanced disdainfully at several disciples from the previous generation around him and said arrogantly, "What are you afraid of? These old guys are already behind the times. Little do they know how powerful the disciples of this generation are.
I will definitely blow them down and let them know that this is our home court."
"Hey, the little guy is so angry that he actually wants to blow us down, haha." The teasing laughter rang in his ears, and Senior Brother Yan sneered and did not answer.
"Hey, little guy, senior brother is talking to you, do you hear me?" The man who was teasing just now came to a short distance in front of senior brother Yan and said loudly. His voice attracted the attention of many people, and everyone around him looked over.
Senior Brother Yan looked at the man in front of him indifferently, his eyes gradually filled with murderous intent.
"Isn't that Yan Sanwen? The strongest young man in the inner sect. Yan Sanwen has risen to prominence since Bai Qianshan became a true disciple. I don't know where he learned the Yuansheng-level secret technique Half-Moon Slash. His true strength is not
How much inferior to the true disciples, I heard that some time ago they tried to rob the Qiulian Mountains, but were repelled by Bai Qianshan."
"Well, Yan Sanwen has always been arrogant and doesn't even take the true disciples seriously. He will learn a lesson today."
"Not necessarily. Except for a limited number of disciples in the previous generation, the rest of them are at most stronger than ours. Basically, they don't have the Yuan Sheng level secret method. Yan Sanwen may not suffer a loss."
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Boom, huge smoke and dust floated, and a figure came out in panic. He looked at the figure slowly walking out of the smoke and dust in horror, "The old guy from the previous generation did not stay by the grave to wait for death, but came out to show off. Remember, I
Call me Yan Sanwen." As he spoke, he struck out with his long sword at such a speed that no one else could catch it. Dots of purple light pierced the man's shoulder in the blink of an eye and shot across the ground, creating several bottomless holes in the ground.
"Go away!" Yan Sanwen raised his head proudly, scorning the man who fell to the ground in front of him. The man's face was gray and there was still fear in his eyes. When he heard Yan Sanwen's shouting, he quickly covered his shoulders and fled from the place.
After the man left, Yan Sanwen snorted coldly and glanced provocatively at the man in white standing in the corner. His elegant figure seemed to be immune to any fireworks, which made Yan Sanwen unhappy no matter what he looked at.
At this time, the mighty pressure suddenly came, and the Broken Finger Peak was silent for a moment, looking up to the sky with admiration. Some of the disciples who had originally vacated all landed, and all the disciples seemed to be welcoming the gods. Yes, for the disciples, the Seven Young Emperors
Wang Jianfei is like a god, making people look up to him.
The gray robe sets off Wang Jianfei's slender and straight figure. He stands indifferently at high altitude, as if patrolling his territory. It is natural to sit on a broken finger peak. At the top of the broken finger peak, a white jade chair shines noble and charming.
As Wang Jianfei sat down, he hid himself.
The 160,000-year-old rules of the volcano, the sect competition, the five broken finger peaks, represent the five supreme beings, and the white jade throne represents the highest glory of the younger generation. These five seats have also attracted countless volcano disciples.
Fighting to the death, according to legend, in the early days of the founding of the Huoshan sect, there were originally only three severed fingers. However, in a sect competition at that time, five young Yuan Emperor-level experts appeared, surpassing countless disciples and winning the highest honor. The founder personally took action
The other two severed fingers were shaped to represent the extremely young and powerful people who can take their seats. Hundreds of thousands of years have passed, and the number of severed fingers has not increased. In other words, the most glorious one is still the sect competition that took place 160,000 years ago.
There was even only one person in the last sect competition.
No one had any objections to Wang Jianfei's sitting down. Even an arrogant young man like Yan Sanwen didn't dare to say anything nonsense. He just looked up at the sky unwillingly, with nothing but helplessness in his eyes.
"Lian Wuxian, it seems that Wang Jianfei is much more domineering than we thought. No disciple dared to sit down directly in any sect competition. For fear of being disrespectful to the sect, he did so. Be careful that he fulfills what he said back then.
I'll take you back to be my wife, haha," Su Peng said with a smile.
After listening to Su Pengxiao's words, Lian Wuxian glared at him fiercely and turned to look up. The man on the giant finger was domineering, indifferent, and had the aura of a strong man that countless women were crazy about. This was Qi.
One of the young emperors, Wang Jianfei, Lian Wuxian often heard rumors about Wang Jianfei in the Chaos Plains. Five years later, he came back and saw this man again. However, he was no longer a little boy that Lian Wuxian could bully.
The strongest young disciple of Huoshan, one of the Seven Young Emperors, and the man who climbed to the top.
Just when Lian Wuxian was looking at Wang Jianfei, Wang Jianfei happened to look down and looked into Lian Wuxian's eyes. His overbearing and stern eyes seemed to penetrate Lian Wuxian's mind, making her dare not look directly, and she quickly lowered her head.
His face was red with embarrassment.
Wang Jianfei smiled at the corner of his mouth and glanced down. Suddenly his eyes were extremely solemn. He looked at the elegant man in white standing in the corner and gave a meaningful smile.
I don't know when a scene like a volcanic cloud appeared on the horizon. The blood-like color made countless disciples palpitate. Among the crowd, Huang Pushan looked into the distance with confusion.
Dugu Keming, a young disciple who advanced to the Yuan Emperor level in the Black Flame Ridge battle, is extremely talented and competes with Wang Jianfei. He is the undisputed super strong among this generation of young disciples.
Without hesitation, he sat down on another severed finger, and the white jade throne was covered by Dugu Keming's bloody eyes.
"Junior sister Ruan, he is Dugu Keming? Why is he different from before?" Lian Wuxian said in surprise. He had seen Dugu Keming before and even punished him, but now he looks completely different.
Ruan Meiyan pulled Huang Pushan and slowly walked to Lian Wuxian's side, and said with palpitations, "Crazy can make people become strangers, and Dugu Keming is no longer the Dugu Keming he used to be."
Not far away, Qu Bufan looked at Dugu Keming with interest, as if looking at his opponent.
Sun Quan arrived late, to be precise, he arrived later than Wang Jianfei and Dugu Keming. But fortunately, the sect competition had not started yet. Sun Quan did not show any momentum and naturally jumped into the air to a broken finger peak without hesitation.
Sitting on the white jade throne, he murmured, "Is this the white jade throne that Bai Qianshan said? It is soft and gentle, and there is a strange energy that cleanses the body and mind. It seems that the material is unusual."
Seeing Sun Quan naturally sitting on the white jade throne, the disciples below were in an uproar. Wang Jianfei can sit down, he is one of the seven young emperors, and Dugu Keming can sit down. It is obvious at a glance that he is a Yuan Emperor-level powerhouse, undisputed.
But who was he? An unknown boy. He had no momentum or the demeanor of a master. He sat directly on the white jade throne as if it were his home seat. This made the disciples below so angry that the sect competition even tended to start early.