Supreme Emperor of Swords - Chapter 47

[Chapter 47]

They were dressed in pale golden robes, and they were all about thirty years old. All around them began to twist.

All the named disciples didn’t even dare to let out the air.

Ding Hao only felt a suffocating feeling coming towards him, as if three ancient mountains were pressing down in front of him.

Whether it is the lower dantian or the middle dantian, the two profound qi of ice and fire seem to have been suppressed, and they begin to violently release resistance and rush. resistance.

He had to hurriedly suppress the martial arts, which made the profound energy in his body slowly stabilize.

“It’s terrifying, the strength of these three middle-aged people, I am afraid that they have already surpassed the realm of the Innate Martial Sect, and have reached an unbelievable realm. Asking Sword Sect is really a master!”

Ding Hao secretly praised in his heart.

“Cut, it’s just a few little guys in the realm of great masters. Back then, I could crush thousands of people with one finger!” Dao Zu sneered disdainfully in his mind.

“That is, the small sect is really a small sect, and the three generations of disciples are in the realm of great masters. Hehe, they are vulnerable!” Jianzu was also unwilling to be left behind, and immediately launched a map cannon.

Ding Hao touched his nose disapprovingly and did not respond to these two “ancestors”.

The origins of these two ancestors are mysterious. The old monsters of more than 100,000 years are not in the mainstream in their eyes. In today’s Selangor, I am afraid that they are all super masters on their own.

“These three people are the core true disciples of the three generations of disciples. I can’t believe that people with such identities will preside over this five-house competition!”

Among the registered disciples, some people recognized the identities of the three golden-robed powerhouses on the ring and whispered.

Wen Jianzong established a sect 1,500 years ago, and has reproduced countless generations of disciples. The traditional rule is that the one with the highest standing at that time is the first generation of disciples, and the next generation is divided into two generations, three generations and even the next generation according to the time of entering the sect. Seventh and eighth generation disciples.

Today, the highest-ranking ancestor of the Swordsman Sect is said to have lived for more than 600 years and has been hidden from the world.

The contemporary head Li Shuijian is a second-generation disciple.

Li Shuijian has been in control of Wen Jianzong for more than 300 years, and his strength is unfathomable. It is said that other than the old ancestor, Wen Jianzong is unmatched, and he is also one of the famous great masters in Selangor.

Li Shuijian had a very high prestige in the sect, but the head of the sect was also reclusive on weekdays, and the named disciples such as Ding Hao were not qualified to meet this big man at all.

Except for some powerful elders of the same generation as the head Li Shuijian, the three generations of disciples already had a very high status in the sect.

In particular, the core true disciples among the three generations of disciples are almost the high-level candidates of Swordsman Sect in the future. Their status is second only to that of the few second-generation disciples. To be able to come out to preside over this five-academy competition shows that Swordsman Sect has a lot to do with it. This time, the named disciple Dabi attaches great importance to it.

“Meet the three senior brothers (shishu)!”

Around the martial arts field, everyone bowed and saluted in a respectful manner.

On the first arena, a middle-aged man with big ears in the middle raised his hand, and a gentle force spread out and lifted everyone up. Like a man, no one dared to look at him.

He glanced at the named disciple of the Fifth Academy and nodded slightly.

“The Great Competition of the Five Courts begins now. I hope that all the disciples will pay attention to this competition, go all out, show your strongest state, and strengthen the prestige of I Asked Sword Sect. Don’t be timid and lose ground. Let the elders, senior brothers and The head is disappointed!”

Another three-generation master in a pale golden robe read aloud.

Next, another third-generation disciple read out some rules and rewards of the big competition, and then the five-house competition officially started.

Under the envious gazes of more than 2,000 named disciples, the seed players selected by each court slowly walked out of the crowd and came to the bottom of the first arena, where they drew their respective numbers and used them to compete in battle formations. grouping.

“what?”

In the first arena, the middle-aged man with big ears and long beard suddenly let out a surprise.

“What? Could it be that Senior Brother Yin found something wrong?” Lu Qi, the third-generation master who had never spoken before, laughed.

The big-eared middle-aged Yin Yifei shook his head slightly and said, “I suddenly had a very strange feeling just now. Among the fifty seeded players from various schools below, someone gave me a very strange aura. When I sensed it carefully, But I didn’t find anything, could it be that I had an illusion?”

“There is such a thing?” Lu Qi was extremely surprised.

“Maybe it’s Senior Brother Yin who is deaf and blind. What’s wrong with the practice? What a fuss.” Another third-generation disciple, Cheng Fei, sneered and pouted: “These two thousand or so named disciples were all selected by the sect. Miaozi, there is something strange about it.”

“You…” Lu Qi was furious.

Yin Yifei waved his hand to signal Lu Qi not to care about Cheng Fei.

The core disciples also have factions. Cheng Fei is not a member of Yin Yifei’s group. Mutual dismantling is a common occurrence. Although Yin Yifei is annoyed in his heart, but on a formal occasion like today, in front of thousands of named disciples and elders, There’s no need to get up.

Ding Hao received the blue number 10 card.

After handing over the brand that represented him to another working disciple, he temporarily returned to the disciple sequence in the Eastern Courtyard of Green Shirts, waiting for the final result of the battle to come out.

When passing the first arena just now, an extremely powerful aura suddenly passed over him, almost causing Ding Hao to lose his composure on the spot. I think it was the strange state of his body that caught the attention of a third-generation disciple on the stage. .

Ding Hao was thoughtful.

Soon, one after another, the seeded players who had finished drawing their numbers came back.

Ji Xin, Li Juling, and other seed players from the East Green Shirts, returned after handing in their numbers, all of them looking impatiently, wanting to show their talents in the competition of the five courtyards, and said excitedly with the disciples who were close to them. What, full of confidence.

Li Lan was very low-key, standing quietly in the crowd, closing her eyes and resting.

Beside him, two henchmen, Ge Yin and Zhang Tianlun, were looking left and right, as if they couldn’t wait for the competition to come soon.

Ding Hao was keenly aware of the inexplicable hostility in the eyes of these two people when they looked at him. Moreover, the momentum of the two people today seems to be different from the previous days.

“Damn, could it be that Lao Tzu’s mocking face is working again, these two guys…”

In Ding Hao’s heart, inexplicably, he was secretly alert.