Chapter 643 Canonization ceremony, sow discord! 【Subscribe】
The seventh day of August
The breeze is warm and the sky is clear!
The Zixiao Holy Land once again became lively once again. The whole sect was decorated with lanterns and festoons. The disciples from all peaks cleaned up the dust and swept away the dust, and greeted the guests with smiles.
The sky above the Holy Land is filled with guests!
There were holy sons from various sects arriving in a mighty way, elders from various peaks riding clouds and fog, and group cultivators visiting with swords. It was extremely lively.
Because today is the auspicious day for Wei Han to be canonized as the first holy son.
Zixiao Holy Land attaches great importance to this canonization, and directly spreads the invitation to invite all parties. All the high-level casual cultivators, top immortal cultivating families, and major forces in Wan Xinghai have all received the invitation.
No matter it is out of respect for Zixiao Holy Land!
Still out of curiosity about Wei Han, the legendary nascent soul of heaven.
All forces from all sides sent congratulatory teams to gather here, preparing to personally witness the battle between the two saints, Wei Han and Chu Zhan.
As the big backer behind Wei Han, Qingming Peak and Wuliang Peak can be said to have the same scenery!
Xu Suwan and Li Fentian were in a good mood and went out to preside over the overall situation in person. They greeted the send-off time, chatting and laughing happily with the leaders of various forces, and received many envious looks.
"Xu Tianzun, this time you have taken in a good apprentice. To be taken care of by a genius like Wei Han, your Qingming Peak can keep its glory for thousands of years. It is really enviable!"
"That's right, Senior Brother Li is also a genius, and he fell in love with such a genius early on. I admire, admire!"
"Hahaha, this old man has been trying to find a heir all these years but he can't find it. This situation inevitably makes me sad!"
Everyone kept flattering and joking, Xu Suwan and Li Fentian were naturally delighted from ear to ear.
"Where is it, everyone was joking, thank you all for coming to support, Li is really grateful." Li Fentian laughed heartily, and kept greeting the guests present.
After half a sound!
The heavyweight boss finally appeared.
The major holy places seemed to have discussed and deliberately put pressure on the Zixiao Holy Land, and they began to appear one after another. Thousand-foot-high boats, upside-down mountain peaks, huge palaces, and thousand-foot eagle mounts kept appearing, just like that. Each one brings great oppression.
"Is this the fifth-order protective beast Liuhuo Condor from Litian Holy Land? My God, this is an existence that has lived for thousands of years!"
"That's Lu Feixuan, the patriarch of Kasyapa Holy Land. Hasn't he retreated for a hundred years? Why did he personally lead the team here today?"
"My good fellow, the Holy Land of Absolute Beginning even sent three ships from the Taikoo Building. Are they here to congratulate or start a war?"
There were bursts of discussions among the crowd.
The faces of Li Fentian and Xu Suwan were not very good-looking, because any fool could see that the major holy places were here to demonstrate.
The appearance of such a peerless evildoer as Wei Han in the Zixiao Holy Land inevitably caused a sense of crisis in all the major holy lands. No matter whether the sects are enemies or friends on weekdays, at this moment they will inevitably compete secretly.
Lei Wanjun had already arrived, he was wearing a purple robe and white beard, his eyes were cold, but he was smiling and shouted: "I haven't seen you for many years, I really miss Lei so much." Tight, thank you all for coming here."
"Hmph! Fellow Daoist Lei is still in style."
One after another, the old man Ou with a strong breath descended from the sky, all of them glanced over with unkind eyes, and one of the gray-robed old man even sarcastically said: "I heard that the son of the noble family who was promoted this time overwhelmed the son of the Lei family? Tsk tsk tsk, Can Fellow Daoist Lei bear this breath?"
The bigwigs of various sects showed jokes and ridicules one after another, obviously wanting to play a game of sowing discord in public.
However, Lei Wanjun smiled instead of anger as if he had expected it long ago: "The world of cultivating immortals has always respected the strong. Although my Lei family has been passed down for tens of thousands of years, it has always been tied to the Zixiao Holy Land, and we are all proud." One damage and one damage. This time there is a peerless evildoer in the sect, we can only be happy up and down, and it is you who should endure this tone, right?"
"snort!"
The old men and the old Europeans suddenly looked ugly, and they sneered coldly!
"Hahaha!" Lei Wanjun hurriedly smoothed things over at this moment: "It's just a joke, old friends, don't care about it. How many years have we had the Twelve Holy Lands take root in Wanxinghai? It will be shaken by one or two talented people. foundation?"
As soon as these words came out, the faces of everyone present eased up a little.
Everyone understands this truth, but it is inevitable that there will be some feelings of envy, jealousy and hatred. Lei Wanjun is an old man who doesn't want Zixiao Holy Land to become a target of public criticism. After stepping on it, the sects have regained their pride.
"Hehe!" An old Taoist priest with white hair and childlike face in the Holy Land of Absolute Beginning sneered: "Isn't it just the Dao of Heaven? I don't know what **** luck happened. It would be bad if I was beheaded on the spot by the Holy Son of my sect!"
"Really? Lei is looking forward to it." Lei Wanjun sneered **** for tat.
Other bigwigs from the holy land were also happy to see the success, and they all helped to fuel the flames.
Only Li Fentian and Xu Suwan remained silent for a long time, their gazes looked behind through the crowd, and there stood an extraordinary young man, Chu Zhan, the fourth holy son of the Holy Land of Absolute Beginning.
About Chu Zhan's appointment to fight Wei Han, the two of them are actually not very happy.
Although Wei Han has outstanding talent, he has just made a breakthrough after all, and Chu Zhan has a lot of background and a higher level of cultivation. What if he accidentally makes a mistake?
However, Chu Zhan uttered harsh words ten years ago, and the major holy places have continued to build momentum in the past six months. Although this fight is not set in stone, the entire Ten Thousand Stars Sea has already acquiesced.
At this time, if Wei Han dared to back down, his momentum would plummet.
Even the face of Zixiao Holy Land has to be eclipsed, so everyone knows that today's battle will definitely take place, and Li Fentian and Xu Suwan can only watch helplessly if they don't want to.
"Everyone, please sit down and watch the ceremony!"
After exchanging pleasantries, Lei Wanjun began to greet the guests to take their seats.
There are a lot of guests today, but Zixiao Holy Land is very experienced in this, and each case divided the banquet and ceremony areas early in accordance with the ranks.
Lei Wanjun even brought the people from the Twelve Great Sacred Lands directly to the Upside Down Mountain of Tiangang Peak, and set up two rows of banquets outside the main hall. Beautiful cultivators of all appearances served with spiritual wine and spiritual fruits, and even female cultivators served in Xianle Dancing among them is incomparably grand and grand.
at the same time!
Wei Han was quietly adjusting his breath and meditating on the mountain behind Wuliang Peak, quietly waiting for the canonization ceremony to come. Yun Sanniang and Xu Qing were still silently guarding not far away, and did not let down their vigilance at all because they were in the sect.
Suddenly, the eyes of the three moved slightly!
A tall and rough young man in black clothes quietly broke through the void and appeared not far away, his eyes glanced coldly over.
(end of this chapter)