Chapter 1562 Joining the Battle Hall
Although Yang Fan has a very high status in the Temple of War God and is a disciple of the Lord God of War, he knows that the Uncle Liu in front of him is not simple. However, because of an accident that year, the three saint ancestors were severely injured, so their cultivation base fell to the semi-holy state.
But Liu Wenzheng's status is extremely high, even Lord God of War should respectfully call out Senior Brother Liu when he sees him.
"Hmph! You don't need to worry about this point, even if I risk my life, I still want to help Long Aotian become a saint!"
Liu Wenzheng snorted coldly, his face was a little ugly.
Yang Fan's words are actually reasonable, he also knows the current situation of Zhandian, logically speaking Long Aotian going to Tiandian is naturally the best choice, but he is not reconciled and reluctant.
"Uncle Liu, Junior Brother Yang is right. Long Aotian's entry into the battle hall is really a waste of his talent. I am afraid that there is not even one person in the battle hall who can accept him as an apprentice!"
Lie Yuan, deputy head of the Fire Palace, had a flash of light in his eyes, and said lightly.
"Yes, Uncle Liu! You must put the interests of the sect first!"
Several other deputy hall masters also echoed.
Liu Wenzheng's complexion became more and more ugly. His temper was originally extremely hot, and everyone's words provoked him, which almost made him go berserk.
"Uncle Liu, as long as you agree to let Long Aotian worship me as a teacher, I will give him a perfect holy treasure, the nine peerless holy methods of the Temple of War God, let him practice one, and I can guarantee that my master, God of War Your lord can teach him once a year!"
Yang Fan gritted his teeth suddenly and said.
He really fell in love with Ling Xiao's talent, and he was happy to see Lie Xin. He was always proud and arrogant, but he had never found a suitable disciple, but after seeing Ling Xiao, he was immediately tempted.
Such a peerless talent must not let its pearl be dusted.
Everyone was shocked.
They didn't expect that because Ling Xiao and Wu Chen's battle revealed a peerless talent, so many deputy palace masters would scramble to accept Ling Xiao as a disciple.
Even the Vice-Hall Master Yang Fan offered such generous conditions!
It’s nothing more than a perfect holy treasure and one of the nine peerless holy methods, but once a year with the guidance of Lord God of War,
This is something that no true disciple can enjoy, and I am afraid that only those few high-ranking saints have this opportunity.
Liu Wenzheng didn't expect that Yang Fan would offer such a condition for Ling Xiao, he was immediately forced to say: "Xiao Fanzi, if Long Aotian enters the battle hall, I know I can't be his Master, I will accept apprentices on behalf of the master, and give him the last opportunity to inherit!"
"what?!"
This time, the faces of Yang Fan and the deputy hall masters could no longer be calm, and they all showed extremely shocked expressions.
"This...absolutely not!"
Yang Fan flatly refused: "Uncle Liu, it is absolutely impossible to accept apprentices on behalf of the master! We will not agree, even Lord God of War will not agree. Although Long Aotian is extremely talented, he is not yet qualified to be a disciple of the Chilong God of War!"
"That's right! Uncle Liu, if you accept disciples on behalf of the master, wouldn't we call him Uncle Long Aotian? This... this is simply absurd!"
Lie Yuan also said with an ugly face.
"Master Chilong God of War of the previous generation has passed away. Although you, Uncle Liu, were once his registered disciple, you are not qualified to accept disciples on behalf of your master!"
"This matter is not negotiable, and I don't agree!"
The other deputy hall masters couldn't sit still anymore, and all of them had ugly faces.
They all know that Liu Wenzheng was once a registered disciple of Lord Chilong War God of the previous generation, and he was loyal to Lord Chilong War God. He supported the battle hall alone for millions of years, and even held the last chance of inheritance of Chilong God of War in his hands.
There were many people who had the idea of inheriting that time, but in the end they were all suppressed by this generation of God of War.
"I don't need to ask for your consent for this matter! Master once said that as long as someone gets his inheritance and inherits the Fantian seal, he is the master of my battle hall and his disciple!"
Liu Wenzheng said stubbornly.
Yang Fan smiled wryly and said: "Uncle Liu, you also said that you must be in charge of the Fantian Seal to become the master of the battle hall, and you are also the disciple of the uncle Chilong master. It is not appropriate for you to accept disciples on behalf of the master like this." what!"
"I believe he will be able to control the Fantian Seal!"
Liu Wenzheng glanced at Ling Xiao, and said slowly.
Ling Xiao was slightly moved in his heart. Liu Wenzheng has persisted for a million years with his own strength. This kind of loyalty to Chilong God of War is moving.
Although Ling Xiao has already decided to join the battle hall, Liu Wenzheng still spares no effort to win so many opportunities and fortunes for him.
This is a respectable and admirable old man!
"Thank you for the kindness of the palace masters. The disciple has already decided to join the battle hall, so there will be no change!"
Ling Xiao bowed slightly to Yang Fan and the others, but his voice was extremely firm.
"Long Aotian, do you really stop thinking about it? Believe me, Tiandian is your best choice!"
Yang Fan said with some regret.
"Thank you, Palace Master Yang, this disciple is determined to join the battle hall!"
Ling Xiao said seriously.
"Okay! Long Aotian, don't worry, your choice is correct!"
Liu Wenzheng felt a little excited, and took a deep breath.
"Since that's the case, then I won't force it! Uncle Liu, leave!"
Yang Fan felt a little regretful, but he still bowed elegantly to Liu Wenzheng, and then, with many disciples, turned around and flew towards a holy mountain suspended above the void.
"Uncle Liu, farewell!"
Everyone also left in a hurry, and soon Liu Wenzheng, Ling Xiao and others were left on the flying stage.
"Let's go, let's go back to the battle hall!"
Liu Wenzheng glanced at the crowd with great satisfaction, then waved his sleeves, and suddenly a bright light enveloped the crowd and flew towards the sky.
The nine suspended holy mountains above the void, and the nine veins of the Temple of War God, each occupy one.
Ling Xiao could feel that the nine suspended holy mountains were majestic, majestic and magnificent, shrouded in clouds and mist, but they exuded a vast aura of the holy way, and there was a mysterious ray of light vaguely. The breath intertwined, forming an incomparably majestic formation.
Whoosh!
Before Ling Xiao had time to observe more, everyone's body flashed with light, and they landed on a holy mountain suspended in the air.
When Ling Xiao saw the hanging holy mountain clearly, a strange look appeared in his eyes.
This hanging holy mountain is bare, it is actually a barren mountain, there is not even a tree, and there is no vitality of heaven and earth, neither the spirit of the gods nor the breath of the holy way. There are jagged and strange rocks everywhere, exuding an ancient And the breath of vicissitudes.
This is the mountain gate of the Zhandian lineage, also known as Zhanshan!
Ling Xiao could feel that Zhanshan was shrouded in a layer of mysterious light, which blocked Zhanshan like an enchantment, and inside Zhanshan, there seemed to be an extremely strange and weird devouring power, which devoured Zhanshan all the time. All the vitality, spiritual energy and even the power of the holy way on the mountain.
If you stay on Zhanshan Mountain for a long time, you may not only be unable to swallow any energy at all, but even your own realm may be affected.
Ling Xiao also finally understood why the disciples of the Battle Palace would leave one by one, and everyone was afraid to avoid it!
It turns out that the Battle Hall is a Jedi!