Naruto's strongest swordsman

Chapter 147 Opening

Nangong Zhe looked at the thick speech, but slowly flipped through it without saying anything.

The several altar owners didn't say anything, they just waited for Nangongzhe to see if he had any comments after reading the manuscript.

Not long after, Nangong Zhe finished reading the speech in his hand, but his expression was indescribably weird.

Although the manuscript is not bad, but it has a lot of ramblings, and there is no lack of repeated piles of meaningless and gorgeous rhetoric, which really makes Nan Gongzhe not know what to say.

"This manuscript..." Nangong Zhe handed back the thick speech manuscript in his hand to Houtu: "Although there is no problem, it is a bit too cumbersome."

As Nangong Zhe said, he also thought of the way he babbled when he gave speeches among the three generations when he was still in Konoha, and then thought about his state every time he listened to the speeches of the three generations. It's an inexplicable conflict.

"Look, I'm just talking about it. The leader of the speech is definitely unbearable. You all just don't listen, insisting that this is the only way to highlight the authority of the leader."

Hearing Nangong Zhe's words, Chi Yan immediately came out and said anxiously.

Looking at Chi Yan's rough look now, Nangong Zhe really couldn't connect such a person with the image of hiring ninjas to slaughter villages and clans and snatch the Heavenly Tribulation Sword in the action records.

Is there a hidden secret or is this an elaborate disguise?Nangongzhe can't tell the difference at this moment, maybe more time is needed to test it.

"I don't know what the chief thinks?"

Hou Tu, who has always been steady, also asked.

"This succession ceremony is actually equivalent to letting many members of the Bloody Clothes Pavilion know me as the new seat chief, so it is really meaningless to say so many gorgeous rhetoric. I also have some drafts in my stomach. If you don't mind I just play on my own.”

Nangongzhe still expressed his opinions one by one.

"Sir, although the succession ceremony is an internal event, it is also extremely important. It's not because the little old man doesn't believe you, but it's better that there are no loopholes in this speech."

Aoki suddenly came out and said.

"That's natural, and I will definitely not disappoint you. The Blood Clothes Pavilion is not only your Blood Clothes Pavilion, but also my Nangong Zhe's Blood Clothes Pavilion."

Hearing what Nangongzhe said, the altar masters had nothing to say.

They all bowed to Nangong Zhe, and went out one by one to monitor the arrangement of the venue.

Only Nangongzhe was left looking at the disciples of the Xueyi Pavilion who were busy at the ceremony, wondering what he was thinking.

Not long after, the sun was already rising.

Those middle-level and high-level cadres of the Bloody Clothes Pavilion have also gathered at the ceremony site at this moment.

Nangongzhe didn't show up, but stayed in the attic by himself.

Many people took their seats, and the five altar masters of the Five Elements Altar were already standing on the round platform that Nan Gongzhe had watched for a long time just now.

The oldest old man Aoki took a step forward, and mustered his inner strength to speak.

"Thank you all for letting go of the many matters in your hands and coming to the headquarters of the Bloody Clothes Pavilion to gather together."

The old man Aoki's slightly old voice became extremely loud under the action of internal force, even Nangong Zhe in the attic could hear it clearly.

"My Bloody Clothes Pavilion has always existed in the ninja world as a hidden force. We have never fought for hegemony or bullied the weak. We are just like the beginning, just a group of internal force practitioners who want to make a living. The organization established. All our actions are carried out for self-protection, which has always been our purpose."

"However, the Blood Clothes Pavilion has always been incomplete. After the death of Senior Li Ban, the head of the Blood Clothes Pavilion has been vacant. Senior Li Ban left us with a painting of nine dragons, including the road to transforming dragons. It is the only test for succession to the head of the Bloody Clothes Pavilion. But none of our unworthy descendants can successfully pass these hurdles, which is really embarrassing."

"However, today is different from the past. In the past, our Blood Clothes Pavilion could live safely in the secluded place of the ninja world, protecting ourselves in the midst of numerous wars. Now the ninja world is becoming more and more confusing. Some information is enough to prove that there is an undercurrent surging in this seemingly calm lake in the ninja world."

"Until one month ago, a person came to our Blood Clothes Pavilion with Senior Li's saber Heavenly Tribulation Sword."

"It was he who passed the road of transforming dragons by virtue of his own strength, and was recognized by the bloody clothes left by senior Li. So the five of us called everyone to come and pay our respects to the new head of our Bloody Clothes Pavilion!"

After Aoki finished his last sentence, he led the five altar masters and stood in two rows, with the empty road in the middle facing the door of the attic.

At this moment, the door that was still closed was slowly opened with a muffled "squeak".

A man was standing inside the gate.

Slightly emaciated figure, wearing a brocade robe tinged with blood.

Her black hair hung down softly, almost reaching her shoulders.

Holding such a simple-looking black sword in his arms.

But these were no match for that person's eyes. There seemed to be endless wisdom and calm in the pair of star-eyed sword eyebrows.

This person is none other than Nangong Zhe who is known as 'Yan Luo' and is about to become the head of the Bloody Clothes Pavilion.

There was no applause, no cheers, just a line of sight directed at Nangong Zhe.

Silence, but also with an inexplicable power.

"tread……"

Nangong Zhe took a step forward, and the sound of the soles of his feet touching the ground was so clear, as if it was ringing in everyone's ears.

Without stagnation, Nangong Zhe's pace never stopped.

At the same time as the sound of the soles of feet on the ground sounded, Nangong Zhe also began to release waves of coercion.

At the beginning, the coercion was still very weak, like an ordinary boy who had just practiced for a few years.

But this coercion is not static, on the contrary, it has been continuously strengthened.

step……

two steps...

Three steps...

……

Nangong Zhe was getting closer and closer to the huge round platform, and the coercion on his body was getting stronger and stronger.

Gradually, some ordinary disciples who belonged to the Greenwood Altar could no longer hold on.

The knees kept shaking, as if they would immediately kneel on the ground as long as there was a little external force.

Afterwards, not only the ordinary disciples of the Green Wood Altar, but also the middle-level cadres of the Blood Clothes Pavilion who were relatively weak in the audience also became like ordinary disciples.

(End of this chapter)