Great Emperor Myriad

Although Yang Fan has a high status in the Temple of War and is a disciple of Lord God of War, he knew that the uncle Liu Shi in front of him was not simple. This ancestor who was once a saint was one of the three saints in the Temple of War It was just because of a change in that year that the three saint ancestors were hit hard, so Xiuwei fell to the semi-holy realm.

But Liu Wenzheng's position is extremely high, even if the God of War adults see him, he will shout respectfully Brother Liu.

"Huh! You don't worry about this, even if the old man fights this old life, he will help Long Aotian to prove his sanctity!"

Liu Wenzheng snorted coldly, his face a little ugly.

Yang Fan's words actually made sense. He also knows what is happening in the Battle Hall now. It stands to reason that Long Aotian is the best choice to go to the Temple of Heaven, but he is unwilling to accept it.

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

Fire Palace Vice-President Lie Yuan's eyes flashed in his eyes and said lightly.

"Yes, Uncle Liu! You have to focus on Zongmen's interests!"

Several other deputy hall masters also echoed.

Liu Wenzheng's face is getting more and more ugly, his temper is already extremely hot, and everyone is outrageous, making him almost violent.

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

Yang Fan suddenly gritted his teeth.

He really took a look at Ling Xiao's talents. Seeing that he was happy, he never found a suitable disciple, but after seeing Ling Xiao, he was immediately tempted.

Such a peerless talent can never let its pearls fall into dust.

Everyone was shocked.

They did not expect that because the battle between Ling Xiao and Wu Chen revealed the talent of peerlessness, so many deputy hall masters were competing to grab Ling Xiao as an apprentice.

Even Yang Fan, the deputy lord of the palace, has developed such rich conditions!

The indispensable holy treasure and one of the nine peerless holy methods are all but the guidance of Lord God of War once a year, but none of the true disciples can enjoy it. I am afraid that it is only those high sons who have this opportunity .

Liu Wenzheng did not expect that, in order for Ling Xiao to open such a condition, he was immediately anxious and directly said: "Xiaofanzi, if Long Aotian entered the battle hall, I knew I could not be his Master, I will accept the disciples on behalf of the teacher and give him the last chance of inheritance!"

"what?!"

This time, Yang Fan and other deputy hall masters couldn't calm down anymore, and they all showed a shocked look.

"This... definitely not!"

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

"Yes! Uncle Liu, if you are acting as a teacher and accepting disciples, then aren't we going to call Uncle Long Aotian? This... this is simply absurd!"

Lieyuan said ugly.

"The previous generation of the Red Dragon God of War has passed away. Although Uncle Liu was once a registered disciple of his old man, you are not qualified to accept students on behalf of the teacher!"

"This matter is not negotiable, and I disagree!"

Several other deputy hall masters were also unable to sit still, and their faces were very ugly.

They all know that Liu Wenzheng was a named disciple of the previous generation of the Red Dragon God of War. He was loyal to the Red Dragon God of War. He alone supported the War Hall for millions of years, and he even held the last chance of inheriting the Red Dragon God of War.

There were many people who had tried the idea of ​​inheritance that time, but in the end they were all crushed by this generation of God of War.

"I don't need to ask your permission for this matter! Master Zun once said that as long as someone inherited his inheritance and inherited Fan Tianyin, it was my Lord of War Hall and his disciple!"

Liu Wenzheng said stubbornly.

Yang Fan smiled bitterly: "Uncle Liu, you also said that you must be in charge of Fan Tianyin before you can become the master of the battle hall, and also the disciple of Chilong Master Uncle Ancestor. what!"

"I believe he will be in charge of Fantianyin!"

Liu Wenzheng glanced at Ling Xiao and said slowly.

Ling Xiao's heart was slightly moved, and Liu Wenzheng persisted for a million years with his own strength. This loyalty to the Red Dragon God of War was moving.

Although Ling Xiao has decided to join the battle hall, but Liu Wenzheng spared no effort to fight for so many opportunities and fortune for him.

This is an admirable old man!

"Thank you for your kindness, the disciple has decided to join the battle hall, so it will not be changed!"

Ling Xiao greeted Yang Fan and others slightly, but his voice was extremely firm.

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

Yang Fan said with regret.

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

Ling Xiao said seriously.

"Good! Long Aotian, you can rest assured that your choice is correct!"

Liu Wenzheng felt a little excited, and took a deep breath.

"Since that is the case, I will not be forced! Uncle Liu, leave!"

Yang Fan had some regrets, but still paid a courtesy to Liu Wenzheng, and then took many disciples, turned and flew towards a hanging holy mountain above the void.

"Uncle Liu, leave!"

Everyone left in a hurry, and soon Liu Wenzheng and Ling Xiao were left on the flying platform.

"Let's go back to the Hall of War!"

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

Nine hanging holy mountains above the void, and the nine veins of the Temple of War, each occupying one.

Ling Xiao can feel that the nine holy mountains are magnificent, majestic and magnificent, shrouded in clouds and mist, but exuding the breath of the holy Word, and vaguely, there is a mysterious light 氤氲, each other The breath of interweaved, formed a very majestic posture.

Whoo!

Ling Xiao hasn't had time to observe yet, and everyone's body gleamed with light~www.wuxiaspot.com~ fell on a hanging holy mountain.

After Ling Xiao saw this holy mountain, he suddenly had a strange look in his eyes.

This sacred holy mountain is bare and turns out to be a barren mountain. There is no tree, and there is no heaven and earth. No matter whether it is the spirit of the gods or the breath of the holy path, there are many rugged stones everywhere, exuding an ancient And the vicissitudes of life.

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

Ling Xiao can feel that a layer of mysterious light is shrouded on the top of Battle Mountain, which seals up War Mountain like an enchantment, and the inside of War Mountain seems to have a very strange and eccentric swallowing power, swallowing war all the time All vitality on the mountain, the spirit of the spirit and even the power of the Word.

If you stay on the mountain of war for a long time, I am afraid that there is no way to devour any energy, even your own state may be affected.

Ling Xiao finally understood why the disciples of the Battle Hall would leave one by one, and everyone was afraid of avoiding it!

It turned out that the Battle Hall was a Jedi!