288 Tongtian Pavilion VS Changsheng Hall

"Six"

Then, phantoms flashed, and a person sat in the empty seat.

Except for Xiaoyaohe, Liu Cheyun and others, the rest of the people did not see how this person came from at all.

And this person is the suzerain of Tiandao Sect - Qiankun.

"Adult"

When Qiankun sat in that position, everyone, including Xiaoyaohe and Liu Cheyun, stood up and shouted respectfully at Qiankun.

"Well, let's start," Qiankun nodded blankly and said faintly.

"Yes, my lord" Xiaoyaohe bowed to the universe and then turned to the square.

"Everyone, it's a great honor to invite you to attend my Xiaoyao Crane's apprenticeship ceremony. I won't talk any more. The ceremony starts now."

"Boom" "Boom"

Just as Xiaoyao Crane's words fell, countless fireworks bloomed in an instant, rendering the whole sky into dazzling colors.

At this time, a guard of honor slowly walked up to the platform from below, and behind the guard of honor was Wuchenfeng.

In an instant, the whole audience's eyes were all focused on Wuchenfeng. After guessing who Wuchenfeng was, he could get the favor of Xiaoyaohe. He also put on such a large position to carry out this teacher worship ceremony, and even Qiankun, the strongest person in Penglai Wonderland, was invited over.

Although he was stared at by countless eyes, Wu Chenfeng's face was still without sadness or happiness, and there was no wave in the vast sea of gods. For Wu Chenfeng, this small scene can be completely ignored.

Wu Chenfeng slowly walked to the middle of the high platform, took a wine glass full of wine from the hand of stewor Wang, and then knelt directly in front of Xiaoyaohe.

"The disciple knocked to see the master" Wu Chenfeng raised the wine glass above his head and shouted to Xiaoyaohe.

"Haha, okay, okay" Xiaoyaohe took the wine glass in Wuchenfeng's hand with an ecstatic face.

"Dong" "Dong"

While Xiaoyaohe took over the wine glass, Wuchenfeng also made three bangs to Xiaoyaohe.

"Get up, Chen Feng, get up quickly." Xiao Yaohe, with a kind face, immediately came out of his seat and then helped Wu Chenfeng up.

"Master Xie" Wuchenfeng held his fists and said respectfully to Xiaoyaohe.

"Haha, good" Xiaoyaohe gently patted Wuchenfeng on the shoulder and smiled, "Now I have to announce one thing. As my disciple, from today on, I will also grant the position of Elder Chen Feng to be responsible for foreign affairs."

"What?"

"Become an elder at such a young age?"

Everyone was shocked when they heard the news announced by Xiaoyaohe.

The position of elder, no matter what sect he is in, is relatively noble, not to mention an elder with real power.

"Is this boy named Wu Chenfeng really very talented?" Liu Cheyun was shocked.

Before, Xiaoyaohe's high-profile apprenticeship of Wuchenfeng could be understood as wanting to compete with the Chang Temple on this matter, but Xiaoyaohe has now announced that Wuchenfeng is the elder of Tongtian Pavilion and an elder with real power, so this matter is really not doubtful.

"Master, do you want me to go out and let the boy named Wuchenfeng make a fool of himself?" Jian Wuhen bent down and said gently in Liu Cheyun's ear, showing his extreme self-confidence.

Jian Wuhen enjoys the name of his once-in-one genius in Penglai Fairyland. Now Tongtian Pavilion has found a legend that wants to break his own. Jian Wuhen is naturally unhappy. He really wants Wuchenfeng to make a fool of himself before almost all the gate schools in Penglai Fairyland.

"Wait, Lord Qiankun is still here, let's not act rashly," Liu Cheyun shook his head and said softly.

"Well" the sword nodded without a trace and stopped talking.

"Master Xie" Wuchenfeng took the token symbolizing the identity of the elder from Xiaoyaohe.

At this point, the teacher worship ceremony officially ended.

However, although the teacher worship ceremony is over, the really wonderful part has only begun to come.

"Xiaoyaohe, I heard that your apprentice's talent is so great." Suddenly, the universe sitting next to Xiaoyaohe slowly opened his eyes, looked at Wuchenfeng, and said lightly to Xiaoyaohe.

When Wuchenfeng stared into the eyes of the universe, he suddenly found that there was a vast universe in the eyes of the universe, full of mystery, which made people unable to extricate themselves.

"buzz"

Just as Wuchenfeng was sinking deeper and deeper, golden light suddenly emitted from the golden seal in the sea of Wuchenfeng's consciousness.

Under the influence of this golden light, Wuchenfeng instantly separated from the eyes of the universe.

However, Wu Chenfeng was shocked to find that his back was all soaked.

Wu Chenfeng has no doubt that if Qiankun wants to kill him, he will not be effort at all. Of course, the premise is not to use the Haotian Tower.

When Wuchenfeng separated from Xiaoyaohe's eyes in an instant, Qiankun's eyes obviously showed a trace of surprise, but in an instant, he regained the appearance of the ancient well.

"I'm flattered. The little apprentice is just a little higher in potential than those of my bad disciples. If it's, it's far worse than the traceless of the Changsheng Hall," Xiaoyaohe quickly said modestly.

However, in Xiaoyaohe's heart, he has actually been scolded for a long time.

"You old man, no wonder there are rumors that you have an affair with the Changsheng Hall. Now you are helping the Changsheng Hall and want to see the jokes of my Tongtai Pavilion. If it were someone else, I really dare not say it, but as for Chen Feng, it will definitely surprise you. Haha, wait."

However, Xiaoyaohe only dares to think about these things in his heart and absolutely dares not say them.

"Xiaoyaohe, don't be so polite. Just now, I tested your apprentice named Wuchenfeng. I dare to say that his talent is definitely not under the sword without a trace," Qiankun said slowly.

What Qiankun said was very calm, but the words of Qiankun instantly detonated the atmosphere on the court.

"This newly received apprentice of Xiaoyaohe is actually better than the sword without trace in talent. How can this be? The sword without trace is a genius who is known as a genius in ten thousand years in our Penglai fairyland. If this martial minister's talent is higher than the sword without trace, what extent will it reach?"

All the people present were talking loudly, but no one would question this sentence, because what came to this conclusion was that the first person of Tiandao Sect, the universe, was the strongest in the whole Penglai fairyland.

"Your Excellency, are you sure?" However, Jian Wuhen couldn't help it. How could he endure a sudden guy to seize his position?

"What? Are you questioning my conclusion? Qiankun glanced faintly at the sword without trace and said coldly.

"No, no, my lord, how dare Wuhen question your decision?" Liu Cheyun's face changed, and he quickly stood up from his position, pulled the sword Wuhen aside and said to Qiankun.

"It's best if you don't have it," Qian Kun said slowly.

"My lord, young people are full of blood, I hope you can forgive me. Only when young people have this sense of competition can they continue to work hard to practice."

"So, otherwise, let Wuhen ask this little brother Wuchenfeng for a few tricks, and let Wuhen improve his knowledge, which is also of great benefit to Wuhen's future practice, don't you think so?" Liu Cheyun continued.

"Well, indeed, young people need to strengthen communication and learn from each other's strengths to make continuous progress, but I can't make a decision on this, and I have to agree with the owner of the Heavenly Pavilion in the world." Qiankun's eyes were slightly closed, and the cold light flashed in it.

"Adults are right. How can Xiaoyao refuse this kind of good thing?" Xiaoyao said hurriedly.

"Well, then I will be the referee today. You Tongtian Pavilion and the Changsheng Hall will send your best disciples to make a good comparison," Qiankun said lightly.

"Yes, my lord," Xiaoyaohe and Liu Cheyun said respectfully at the same time.

As for the Zulong Hall sitting aside, he was drinking tea by himself and didn't care about what happened here.

Zulong Hall is a little worse than Tongtian Pavilion and Changsheng Hall in strength, and they have not received any particularly excellent disciples. Since there is nothing to compete with.

"Cen Feng became famous in World War I" Xiao Yaohe said softly in Wu Chenfeng's ear when he passed by Wu Chenfeng's side.

Wu Chenfeng nodded. In fact, before starting this teacher ceremony, Wu Chenfeng had this awareness. Since this ceremony was held in such a high-profile way, he would definitely fight with the sword without trace.

However, Wu Chenfeng has absolute confidence in himself.

Since the beginning of cultivation, Wuchenfeng has experienced countless battles and accumulated rich combat experience, but on the contrary, this sword must be protected by the Changsheng Hall like a greenhouse flower.

Although the strength of the sword has reached the late stage of the combination, and Wuchenfeng is only in the early stage of the combination, Wuchenfeng also has absolute confidence in himself.

The two stood at both ends of the high platform.

Wu Chenfeng wears a simple black practice suit, while Jian Wuhen is a white gown with a folding fan in his hand.

"Tongtian Pavilion, Wuchenfeng" Wuchenfeng said softly.

"Longsheng Hall, sword without trace" sword without trace is also a response.

After reporting their names, the two sides began to move suddenly.

"Six"

The speed of the sword without trace is very fast. People in the square can't see how the sword without trace moves at all. The body of the sword without trace has appeared next to Wuchenfeng.

"Ah!!!!"

The sword shouted furiously, and his body suddenly exploded away. With an endless sound of breaking the air on his right foot, he kicked Wuchen Feng fiercely.

The right foot of the sword without trace is getting closer and closer to Wuchenfeng, but Wuchenfeng is still indifferent and doesn't care about the attack of the sword without trace.

Finally, in the exclamations of the crowd in the square, the right foot of the sword finally kicked heavily on Wuchenfeng.

However, Wu Chenfeng's body, which was kicked by the sword without trace, began to dissipate slowly.

"The Shadow!!!" Jian's unmarked face changed and exclaimed.