Sword Dao Alchemy

At this moment, the elder who had greeted Lin Yun and Shanda arrived.

"Senior Brother Lin! Senior Sheng! My ancestor invites you!"

Lin Yun and Shanda said goodbye to Bu Canghai's mother and son and hurriedly followed.

When we arrived at the Bu family's meeting hall, there were already many people sitting inside.

After entering, there were two rows of people sitting on both sides, and some people standing behind.

The person sitting on the right was headed by a six-star Martial Arts Realm. Lin Yun and Shanda glanced at them when they entered, with only contempt in their cold eyes.

He is Cheng Dafeng, the elder of Xingyue Sect, and a very high-status elder, so he looks down upon Shanda and Lin Yun.

His subordinate sat Linghu Jue. Lin Yun was shocked by his appearance when he first saw that guy.

As for Gu Kai and Mi Tong, they can only stand at the back.

They wanted to sit down, but even if people from the Bu family asked them to sit down, the elders at the sixth level of Wu Xuan Realm would not allow them to sit down.

The people sitting on the left are all old people. The leader is an old man with gray hair and beard. He is a six-star Wuxuan realm. Judging from the aura, his strength is higher than that of the elder of the Xingyue Sect. He must be the ancestor of the Bu family.

There were also two young men standing behind, one was Bu Beiming, whom Lin Yun had seen, and the other was Bu Chikun, whom Lin Yun had never seen but had been trying to harm him.

Although the ancestor of the Bu family is a seven-star and Cheng Dafeng is only a six-star, Cheng Dafeng is a member of the Xingyue Sect, so the two of them sat opposite each other, with Cheng Dafeng sitting on the right.

Lin Yun and Shanda had just entered the door, and the ancestor of the Bu family on the left stood up and came to greet them.

"Senior brother Lin and Mr. Sheng came to Bu's house. It's really a sin for me not to come to see you in time."

The words of the ancestor of the Bu family made Linghu Jue's senior brother Cheng Dafeng very dissatisfied. A servant, an inner disciple, worthy of standing up to greet him, was almost as polite as him.

But this was all for Elder Fengchi's sake. Elder Fengchi was kind to the Bu family, so even if Lin Yun and Shanda were of lower status, the ancestors of the Bu family would still stand up to greet them.

Not only did they greet each other, they also bowed slightly.

Lin Yunsheng quickly returned the gift.

"You're welcome, Senior Bu! We can't afford it."

"Why can't you afford it? You are the disciples and servants of Elder Fengchi, so you can afford it." The ancestor of the Bu family laughed.

"Senior Brother Lin! Elder Sheng! Please come here."

The position pointed by the ancestor of the Bu family was right next to Linghu Jue.

"Thank you, old man."

Lin Yun thanked him and walked to his seat.

Linghu Jue wanted to cause trouble, so he suddenly reached out and grabbed the armrest of Lin Yun's chair and secretly exerted force, trying to shake and rot the inside of Lin Yun's chair.

But Lin Yun could see clearly, and with quick eyes and quick hands, he grabbed the chair almost at the same time. With a force, the invisible force was transmitted along the chair.

Linghu Jue was suddenly counterattacked by Lin Yun. He was not prepared, and his hand was bounced away by Lin Yun.

At the same time, the powerful aftermath rushed directly to the chair where he was sitting.

"Wow!"

Linghu Jue's chair suddenly fell into pieces, and Linghu Jue sat down on the ground.

Lin Yun sneered and sat down on the chair without saying a word.

Linghu Jue suffered a secret loss and blushed so much that he could only stand up from the ground and said to the ancestor of the Bu family: "Senior Bu, this chair..."

"Ha! The quality of the chairs in my house is not as good as those of the Xingyue Sect. I will replace them with Senior Brother Linghu immediately." The ancestor of the Bu family smiled lightly. He naturally understood all the causes and consequences.

Cheng Dafeng also glared at Linghu Jue with some annoyance. The meaning was obvious. If you can't do such a small thing well, how can you compete with others?

Linghu Jue felt bitter in his heart. He was just careless. He didn't expect Lin Yun to react so quickly. Otherwise, if the two of them really fought, the loss would not be a chair, but the entire row would have fallen apart. .

But now everything is a fait accompli and there is no point in regretting.

Soon, the chairs were changed, Linghu Jue's expression returned to normal, and everything began to get formal.

"Ancestor Bu, I just told you why I came here. I don't know how you have considered it."

Cheng Dafeng spoke first and asked in a very arrogant manner.

In his opinion, asking the Bu family for a useless thing has given the Bu family a great deal of face.

"Elder Cheng, I'm sorry, the Spirit Sword and Gut have long been owned by the owner and cannot be given to Senior Brother Linghu." Patriarch Bu refused directly.

"What is the owner of the thing? Are you talking about us or not?" Cheng Dafeng became angry and asked.

"Why should I coax you? A hundred years ago, Elder Fengchi solved a critical situation for our Bu family, so he gave the spirit sword as a thank you gift."

Patriarch Bu said seriously, not angry because of Cheng Dafeng's impoliteness.

"It's just because Elder Fengchi said that there is no suitable candidate for the time being, so he left Lingjian Dan in the secret place of my Bu family to continue raising him."

"Now, Senior Brother Lin Yunlin, the successor of Elder Fengchi, has arrived here. This spirit sword can only belong to Senior Brother Lin."

"So, I can only feel sorry for Senior Brother Linghu. If Senior Brother Linghu is willing to wait, he can wait another thousand years for the next one to be conceived. At that time, I will personally deliver it to Senior Brother Linghu."

"Ancestor Bu, I don't agree with your statement." Linghu Jue spoke slowly at this time.

"Should I stay in the martial arts realm for another thousand years? Wouldn't it mean that I have become a millennium tortoise? Time has passed since I entered the martial arts realm, and I have missed my time."

"How many thousand years does a human's life have? How about letting Lin Yun wait for the next one, and I can take this one?"

"Yeah! What my junior brother said makes sense." Cheng Dafeng also helped.

"No! I can't go back on my word." Patriarch Bu insisted.

"Patriarch! Please allow me to say something." Bu Bugao suddenly spoke up and asked, "How come I don't know what you said about Elder Fengchi?"

"Yes! Patriarch Bu, are you saying this on purpose to drive us away?" Cheng Dafeng quickly took over the conversation.

"Humph! I have been practicing for thousands of years, and I have never told a lie to anyone." Patriarch Bu sneered and shouted at Bu Bugao, "Does the most important thing in the family need to be asked for your permission?"

Bu Bugao panicked and said hurriedly, "I dare not."

Then, Patriarch Bu looked at Cheng Dafeng and said, "Since Elder Cheng doesn't believe it, I will show you the token. The token exists in the secret place of my family and will never be taken out."

"But, because of the agreement between me and Elder Fengchi, the token naturally followed Elder Fengchi, which is a clear proof."

"What token? Where is it again?" Cheng Dafeng sneered and pressed on step by step.

"That token is extremely important to my Bu family, and it is also the token of the family's controller. At this moment, the token is in this hall." Patriarch Bu said with a serious expression, and it was obvious that this matter was very important.

Others were also shocked, especially the elders of the Bu family and Bu Beiming were even more nervous.

Because what the original ancestor said was that it was obvious that the token existed in the Bu family's secret place and was a token of inheritance, which was related to the selection of the future head of the Bu family.

You know, no one in the Bu family has taken out this token for a long time, so now, there is no head of the family.

But where is this token now?

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