Great Emperor Myriad

Although Yang Fan has a high status in the Hall of Wars and is also a disciple of Lord Wars, he knows that the uncle Liu in front of him is not simple. This was once an ancestor of a saint, but one of the three saints of the Hall of War. , Just because of an accident that year, the ancestors of the three saints were hit hard, so the cultivation base fell to the semi-sage state.

But Liu Wenzheng's status is extremely high, even if the Lord of War sees him, he must respectfully call Senior Brother Liu.

"Humph! You worry about this. Even if the old man is fighting this old fate, he will help Long Aotian to prove his sanctification!"

Liu Wenzheng snorted coldly, his face a little ugly.

Yang Fan's words actually make sense. He also knows what is going on in the battle hall. It stands to reason that Long Aotian is the best choice to go to the temple, but he is not reconciled and reluctant.

"Uncle Liu, Junior Brother Yang is right. Long Aotian's entry into the battle hall is really a waste of his talent. I am afraid there is not even one person who can accept him as a disciple in the battle hall!"

Lie Yuan, the deputy head of the Fire Hall, flashed with a sharp light, and said lightly.

"Yes, Uncle Liu! You have to put the interests of the sect first!"

Several other deputy hall masters also echoed the way.

Liu Wenzheng's face became more and more ugly, his temper was already extremely hot, and everyone was so excited that he was almost violent.

"Uncle Liu, as long as you agree to let Long Aotian worship me as a teacher, I will give him an indispensable sacred treasure, the nine peerless sacred methods of the Temple of War. Let him practice one, and I can guarantee that my master will respect the God of War. Adults can point him once a year!"

Yang Fan suddenly gritted his teeth.

He did see Ling Xiao's talent. Seeing Lie Xinxi, he had always been arrogant and never found a suitable disciple, but after seeing Ling Xiao, he was immediately moved.

Such a peerless talent must not let his pearl be covered in dust.

Everyone was shocked.

They didn't expect that because Ling Xiao and Wuchen's battle had revealed their peerless talent, so many deputy palace masters would rush to take Ling Xiao as disciples.

Even Vice-Hall Master Yang Fan offered such generous terms!

The indispensable sacred treasure and one of the nine peerless sacred methods are nothing more than that, but once a year, Lord Wars’s guidance, this is not a true disciple can enjoy, I am afraid that it is those who are above the holy sons, have this opportunity .

Liu Wenzheng did not expect that Yang Fan had made such a condition for Ling Xiao. He was immediately forced to say: "Xiaofanzi, if Long Aotian enters the battle hall, I know I can't be him. Master, I will accept apprentices on behalf of my teacher and give him the last chance to pass on!"

"what?!"

This time, the faces of Yang Fan and other deputy hall masters could no longer be calm, and all of them showed extremely shocked expressions.

"This... absolutely not!"

Yang Fan flatly refused: "Uncle Liu, accepting apprentices on behalf of the teacher, absolutely not! We will not agree, even the Lord of War will not agree. Although Long Aotian is extremely talented, he is not qualified to be a disciple of the Red Dragon God of War!"

"That's right! Master Liu, if you accept apprentices on your behalf, don't we have to call Master Long Aotian? This...this is simply absurd!"

Lieyuan said with an ugly expression.

"The previous generation of Chilong God of War has passed away. Although Liu Shishu, you were once a registered disciple of his old man, you are not qualified to accept your apprentice on your behalf!"

"This matter has not been discussed, and I don't agree!"

The other deputy hall masters couldn't sit still, and their faces were very ugly.

They all know that Liu Wenzheng was once a registered disciple of the previous generation of Chilong War God, and was loyal to Chilong War God. He alone supported the battle hall for millions of years, and even held the last opportunity for Chilong War God to pass on.

Many people once had the idea of ​​inheritance, but in the end they were all suppressed by this generation of Lord Wars.

"I don't need to ask your consent for this matter! Master once said that as long as someone has his inheritance and inherits the Fantian Seal, he is the master of my battle hall and his disciple!"

Liu Wenzheng said stubbornly.

Yang Fan smiled bitterly: "Uncle Liu, you also said that you must be in charge of the Fantian Seal in order to become the master of the battle hall and the disciple of Master Chilong. It is not appropriate for you to accept apprentices on your behalf. what!"

"I believe he will be able to hold the Fantian Seal!"

Liu Wenzheng glanced at Ling Xiao and said slowly.

Ling Xiao's heart was slightly moved. Liu Wenzheng had persisted for millions of years with his own power. This kind of loyalty to the Chilong God of War was moving.

Although Ling Xiao had already decided to join the battle hall, Liu Wenzheng still spared no effort to fight for him so many opportunities and good luck.

This is an admirable old man!

"Thank you for your kindness, the disciples have already decided to join the battle hall, so they won't change it!"

Ling Xiao bowed to Yang Fan and the others, but his voice was extremely firm.

"Long Aotian, do you really stop thinking about it? Believe me, Tiandian is your best choice!"

Yang Fan said regretfully.

"Thank you Dian Master Yang, the disciple is determined to join the battle hall!"

Ling Xiao said seriously.

"Good good! Long Aotian, don't worry, your choice is correct!"

Liu Wenzheng was a little excited in his heart and took a deep breath.

"If that's the case, then I won't force it! Uncle Liu, leave!"

Yang Fan had some regrets, but he still bowed to Liu Wenzheng's elegant salute, and then with many disciples, he turned and flew towards a suspended holy mountain above the void.

"Uncle Liu, goodbye!"

Everyone also left in a hurry, and only Liu Wenzheng, Ling Xiao and others were left on the ascent.

"Let's go, let's go back to the battle hall!"

Liu Wenzheng glanced at everyone with great satisfaction, then waved his big sleeves, and suddenly a bright light enveloped everyone and flew toward the sky.

The nine suspended sacred mountains above the void, and the nine veins of the Temple of War, each occupy one.

Ling Xiao could feel that the nine suspended holy mountains were magnificent, majestic and magnificent, shrouded in clouds, but exuding the aura of the vast holy path, and in a vaguely, there was a mysterious light enveloping each other. The breath is intertwined, forming an extremely majestic battle.

Whoo!

Before Ling Xiao had time to observe more, everyone's body flashed, and they landed on a suspended holy mountain.

When Ling Xiao saw the sacred mountain in the air, a strange look suddenly appeared in his eyes.

This hanging holy mountain is bare, it is a barren mountain without even a single tree, and there is no heaven and earth vitality, no matter whether it is the spirit of the gods or the aura of the holy path, there are jagged rocks everywhere, exuding a kind of ancient And the breath of vicissitudes.

This is the gate of the battle hall, also known as the mountain of battle!

Ling Xiao could feel that there was a mysterious light shrouded in Zhanshan Mountain, which sealed the Zhanshan Mountain like an enchantment, and inside Zhanshan Mountain, there seemed to be an incomparably strange and weird devouring power that swallowed the battle all the time. All the vitality on the mountain, the aura of the gods and even the power of the holy way.

If you stay on Zhanshan for a long time, I am afraid that not only will there be no way to swallow any energy at all, even your own realm may be affected.

Ling Xiao finally understood why the disciples of the battle hall would leave one by one, and everyone was afraid to avoid it!

It turns out that the battle hall is a Jedi!