Dark Beast Summoner

Hearing the enthusiastic voices of many sect disciples, Mu Wushuang's heart moved, she thought it would take at least a while for them to recognize her.

Unexpectedly, not long after she appeared, these disciples recognized her.

This was unexpected to her.

At the same time, she realized that the hundreds of disciples of the sect now purely hope that the sect will flourish and have no other distractions. It was because of this that they swore an oath to her.

Mu Wushuang raised the Qingyun Sword in his hand, and the rust-stained Qingyun Sword suddenly flourished.

"Shh!"

The Qingyun Sword flew into the sky, fell suddenly, and stuck on the top of the mountain with an astonishing momentum.

The Qingyun Sword, which had been sleeping for ten thousand years, returned to its place.

"Qingyun sword is the proof, I am unparalleled, and I will never live up to everyone's oath!"

Mu Wushuang said in a loud voice to all the disciples who swore to her, her clothes rose without wind, and she stood there, her delicate and cold face with contempt for the world, this scene is still clear after many years It is imprinted in the hearts of many disciples and will never be forgotten.

On this day, the entire Qingyun Jianzong drank too much.

On this day, all the guests who came came to take advantage of the joy and returned with their tails between their tails.

On this day, Qingyun Jianzong began to become famous, and countless spiritual practitioners of the right age came to join the Qingyun Jianzong.

In the middle of the night, the senior leaders of Qingyun Sword Sect gathered together, preparing to discuss the development of the sect in detail all night.

Mu Wushuang waited for the entangled Xiao Xuanxi to fall asleep before coming over.

"Ma'am."

At the door, Cang Yang was waiting for her.

"Junior Brother Cang." Mu Wushuang nodded towards him.

"I come from a middle-level continent. There was an ancestor in the family who was a disciple of the Qingyun Sword Sect. Although he failed to ascend, he left his ancestral teachings and let the juniors join the sect. It's a pity that the sect has gradually become lonely and has no prospects. I am the only Cang family who has joined the sect for thousands of years." Cang Yang said seriously:

"I have always believed that the sect can rise, but today I saw hope, and this hope was given to me by Senior Sister. Therefore, Senior Sister, don't worry, Cang Yang's vows made today will be fulfilled with his life."

He was waiting here just to say this.

Although he had thought about being accepted as an apprentice by the Sect Master back then, and he was not convinced, but now, all he has left is admiration and respect.

Cang Yang's words were very concise, but they summed up nearly 10,000 years of perseverance.

Mu Wushuang looked at him, the corners of his lips twitched: "I don't want your life."

I will do what I want without you wasting your life.

Cang Yang was dazzled by her smile. She didn't know what she meant. She wanted to ask, but she had already walked in.

"come in."

She suddenly said something.

Cang Yang's eyes widened, he was not qualified to participate in this secret discussion.

But he followed by ghosts and gods.

"Wu Shuang, you are here!"

When Wujizi saw Mu Wushuang, he happily greeted him.

His good disciple, he made him stand out today, and when he thought of the smirking faces of Wang Sect Leader Li Sect, he felt a little gloomy!

"Cangyang is here too?" Wujizi asked Xiang Good Disciple.

"Yeah." Mu Wushuang nodded lightly.

Wujizi understood that Cangyang was Wushuang who let him in, so he patted Cangyang on the shoulder and said nothing more.

Everything is done without words, everyone understands, and he knows Cangyang also understands the trust Wushuang has in him.

"Come on, Wushuang, let me introduce you, I won't talk about Yaoqing, this is the Supreme Elder!"

Wujizi was talking about the white-haired elder who called out Qingyunjian before.

Then there are three elders, divided into the first elder, the second elder and the third elder, Yao Qing is the fourth elder.

The elders Taishang and the three elders don't care much, and generally they are closed in the sect. Unless something major happens, they are not allowed to go out.

Therefore, the sects are managed by Wujizi and Yaoqing.

Compared with other sects, Qingyun Jianzong is a little too laid-back, including Wujizi himself, the head of the sect. A few years ago, he did not care about things like a hand-sucking shopkeeper, or it was because of the arrival of Mu Wushuang that he became active. .

Several elders gave Mu Wushuang a welcome gift, all of which were great gifts.

They didn't care about things before, that was because the sect had always been so-so, so they were not motivated, but now it's different, Qingyunjian wakes up and returns, and the sword mound is restored. Every day, swords will fly from all over the place. The amount of hidden swords will reach an astonishing level, and countless spiritual practitioners will come here, and the Qingyun Sword Sect will also grow.

What they are going to discuss today is how to strengthen the sect.

"That's what I think, since Qingyunjian has returned, it will definitely attract a lot of people to join the mountain gate. I want to recruit more outstanding disciples before the Zongmen Grand Competition has begun, and then I will compete in the Zongmen Grand Competition. It was a blockbuster, won the first place in the nine sects in one fell swoop, kicked out one of the eight sects, and entered the ranks of the eight sects."

Wujizi said his own thoughts.

"It makes sense." The third elder nodded.

"Eight-flow sect? Master's goal is only eight-flow sect?" Mu Wushuang raised his head lightly.

"As a teacher, I certainly don't want to stop at the eight-flow sect, but our Qingyun Sword Sect has limited strength and resources, and can only be promoted to the eight-flow sect at most this year." Wujizi said.

Even if they can recruit good seedlings this time, they will not be able to cultivate them in a short period of time, and the resources of the sect are indeed limited, which means that it is impossible for them to rush into the ranks of the sixth and seventh sects in one go.

"There are not enough resources, can't we grab it?"

Mu Wushuang smiled lightly, and that dangerous smile captured the soul.

"Grab?!" Wujizi widened his eyes.

"Who to rob? Cough, I mean robbing is not very civilized." Yao Qing said.

The cloudy eyes of the other elders shone slightly, and everyone looked at her.

"Dragon Claw Gate receives the protection fees of five large cities. The annual income of spiritual stones is quite large. Shizongmen specializes in planting spiritual medicine. Isn't the medicinal materials of our sect not enough? There are also the refining materials of Wudi Pavilion. The spiritual birds and beasts of Zhanyuelou are resources and can be robbed."

Cangming Continent, don't you just believe in the rule that whoever has the biggest fist is the boss!

The weak and the strong eat, natural selection, survival of the fittest.

"What if they don't agree?"

"I don't want to accept it? I don't want to accept it! Hold on! Hit them until they are convinced!"

"Swordsmanship!" Elder Taishang, who had not spoken, said in shock.

"What? Kendo?"

Several elders all stood up from their seats.

No wonder she was able to awaken Qingyun Sword! She actually woke up to kendo! The bone age is less than twenty years old, but he has awakened the way of kendo! God wants to help me Qingyun Jianzong!

Wujizi asked with excitement and trembling: "Good disciple, what kind of swordsmanship are you?"

"Killing Swordsmanship."

Kill Kendo! !

What else can I say, there is such a killing god, robbing his mother!