Fantasy: Inherited in the same vein, the master fights with domineering power

Wan Jianzong, Wu Shifeng.

Void shatters.

The moment the door opened, as if it had been waiting for a long time, what came into view was the various generations of Wushi Peak standing in the peak.

"Master~~~"

When everyone fell down, Jiang Baihui and Xue Mingyue, who looked weak, pitiful and helpless, ran up with small steps.

Terrified~!

They had never seen such a scene before.

All the ancestors are here.

Masters Mei and Ji originally wanted to introduce them to them, but when they knew the identities of these visitors, the two young apprentices did not dare to breathe.

Seeing Xu Anshan return now is like seeing relatives for the two young apprentices.

"Master, you are finally back."

Xue Mingyue held Xu Anshan's arm, her once quirky eyes full of timidity that could not be concealed.

"You are already a peak master, and you are still so clinging to your master?" Xu Anshan smiled and rubbed her head, and immediately felt the attention of several pairs of eyes behind him, and he knew it in his heart.

It is indeed difficult for these two 'accidents' to face these 'ancestors' alone.

"Bai Hui, Mingyue, what are you two doing? I have something to talk to your ancestors." Xu Anshan smiled softly, and then quietly said, "If you feel uncomfortable staying in the peak, go out." Just have fun, there’s no need to wait here.”

After the message fell, Xu Anshan glanced sideways at Jiang Daoli again.

Jiang Daoli nodded slightly.

After letting out a breath, Xu Anshan walked straight towards the pavilion in the distance, and all the peak masters in the peak followed him to the pavilion.

Mei Jiji, Gu Debai and Xu Anshan were seated on stone benches in front of the stone table.

Wu Rende and Jia Merci were sitting on the stone railing of the pavilion. Bai Manghuo and Xia Zheteng were standing in the pavilion with pursed lips. Zhen Wudi, dressed in white, was leaning against the pillar with his sword in his arms.

"Who are you waiting for?"

After sitting down, Xu Anshan glanced at the empty seat and raised his eyebrows.

"Junior brother~~~"

Just when Xu Anshan finished speaking, he heard a voice coming from the void, and it was Fan Jian stepping on a rusty broken sword and coming through the air.

When he landed on the peak, he paused when he saw Jiang Daoli beside Liu Qingshan.

Then he nodded slightly and went straight to the pavilion.

"Shake it!?"

Liu Qingshan's eyes widened with two Holy Thunder Dragons lying on his shoulders.

"You old bastard, you didn't even say hello to me."

What do you mean? !

He hadn't returned to Wanjian Sect for so long, but when he saw him coming back, he didn't say a word, and left without even bothering to look at him. This was obviously not giving him the face of Cang Lei Overlord! ! !

Liu Qingshan, whose eyes were full of annoyance, could not say anything else.

They saw that Fan Jian, who had entered the pavilion, was sitting on the last stone bench around the stone table, his eyes were as wide as a bull's eye, his mouth was wide open and he raised his hand.

"Insanity!"

What the hell did Fan Jian do? He dared to sit down.

Still sitting in the main seat?

Liu Qingshan didn't know anyone else, but he had met Wu Rende and Bai Manghuo several times. They were the fifth and second generation Wushifeng. Neither of them were sitting in the main seat. Why would Fan Jian dare to do that? sit?

"Everyone is here."

Plum blossoms and hairpins whispered softly.

Immediately, the broken sword behind Fan Jian was unsheathed instantly.

The majestic sword intent reaches the sky.

The sword was so sharp that it felt like it was going to be torn apart even just by looking at it. The golden sword energy poured down from the void and turned into a curtain, sealing the entire pavilion.

Such a sharp sword intent made the several holy farm tools that had just been 'invited' at the foot of the mountain look full of fear.

"This..."

"What a pure sword spirit!"

The ancient ancestors of the wilderness who were 'invited' were shocked.

suddenly...

Several pieces of linen clothing were thrown at their feet.

The ancient ancestors all showed confusion in their eyes, and soon they saw the red-headed killer holding his shoulders and stretching his head.

"Why are you looking at you, Brother Kun?"

"Change!"

"Who are you, and why do we need to change into these clothes?" Guzu frowned, and the red-haired Sha Matt suddenly laughed, "You don't know me, so just remember it. My surname is Xu Mingkun, and my Taoist rank is 'Suzaku', the current master of Aikun Peak of Wushi Peak of Wanjian Sect, and also serves as the head of the agricultural tools management department of Wushi Peak, you are new farm tools, change your clothes and work for me!"

While speaking, a whip full of thorns suddenly appeared in Kunzi's hand.

There was a loud noise of 'pia' thrown in the air.

"Don't wait for the whip to hit you before you complain to me about the pain!"

"Who are the farm tools? We are the ancient ancestors of the wilderness!" The ancient ancestors shouted angrily, "We are here because you, the sixth generation master of the Wanjian Sect, invited us here."

"Ancestor?!"

Before Kunzi could say anything, there were scoffs from the people wearing straw hats in the farmland.

"Whoever comes here is not an ancient ancestor. You are new here. Listen to Brother Kun and farm the land well. Why are you talking about your past when you are here? You were invited here, huh~~~"

Being mocked like this, the ancient ancestor of the wilderness was furious.

But when they saw the monks working in the fields...

Ancient Emperor!

Ancient Emperor!

Is it the ancient emperor who is so special?

To them, this kind of thing that is still in the imperial realm is nothing. It is outrageous enough to be able to cultivate land with the ancient emperor, but what is even more outrageous is...

"That looks like Lei Ren to you, right?"

"It seems so."

"The slightly younger one next to him seems to be Lei Yu, the current domain lord of Lei Yu. Why are they both in this place? Doesn't Lei Yu care about it?"

Several ancient ancestors of the wilderness had their throats rumbling subconsciously.

Lei Ren is in this kind of place.

What the heck are they?

"Brothers, let's plant it." Suddenly, a voice came from the ancient ancestors of the wilderness, "Now that you have come, let's be safe. Looking at it now, it seems that the sword cultivator who invited us here is not without purpose. Maybe here It can really keep us safe, and we have just said everything that can and cannot be said. Look at the monk in front of you, don't you think he... looks like a certain ancestor of our wilderness?"

In an instant, several ancient ancestors all stared at Kunzi.

"Suzaku?!"

"He just said that his Taoist rank is Suzaku!"

The ancient ancestors all showed fear in their eyes, and their hearts were even more shocked.

For the monks in the wilderness, the Four Elephants Divine Beast has an absolute and unshakable status. From the monk in front of them, they seem to really feel the shadow of Suzaku.

"Is he really the Suzaku God?"

"Didn't the Four Elephant Gods seal away the evil spirits with their souls in ancient times and fall? After that, no one has ascended to the throne of the Four Elephants. This monk in front of me..."

"Don't worry about whether it's true or not, just tell me whether it looks like it or not!"

"Old fellows, maybe we really are going to get a blessing in disguise!" The sound transmission surged in the consciousness of several ancient ancestors. "This Wanjian Sect is probably more mysterious and terrifying than we thought. Isn't it just farming? Plant it!”

Hearing this, the ancient ancestor who was still hesitant in his heart also nodded slightly.

"We plant it!"

As he spoke, the ancient ancestors all changed into linen clothes, and Kunzi, who was holding the whip, smiled with satisfaction.

"That's right, you guys are sensible~"

With a smile on his face, Kunzi also raised his head to look at the sword intent in the peak.

"Fan Jianlaoden is hiding quite deeply."

"Brothers are not the same buddies as before, buddies are now..."

A wisp of flame ignited from Kunzi's eyebrows, and obscure flame runes appeared at his feet.

"Suzaku!"