I preach with black technology

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The head of Jianzong slowly closed his eyes, as if he couldn't bear to look any more.

He should have imagined that one day, with his arrogance of the same style, he would lose in full view to Fuyao, whom he had always regarded as a subordinate, and miss the position of head, and let the gangsters he had always believed in be ruined.

There are often disciples in the sect who ba na, palm milk, calcined yam, salty coat, bow and bowⅰ

The people of Tianyan Sect stick to the small world, once the small world is broken by external force, the people inside will no longer exist.

But as a disciple of Jianzong, winning or losing is commonplace,

Yes, the third elder of the Jagged Princeling Party also had the same question.

The chief of Jianzong's pride, unexpectedly babbling at such an important occasion

Unable to control it, the third elder crushed a corner of the chair with a click, and the wood turned into powder between his fingers.

Bamuhuang Qiangchen, it is the most important pillar of the monks, firmly resisting various impacts from the outside world, and the babag is broken like powder, and there is no possibility of recovery.

In other words, Duan Tongfeng is useless.

Why?

Why else?

Lu Yan rubbed Ah Liang's shoulders, and fed the child a handful of fried beans, covering up the sarcasm in his eyes.

The state of mind does not match the level of cultivation, ambition replaces Dao Xin, and when he finds that everything is not what he imagined, everything is like a domino, one falls, and the rest will perish at a devastating speed.

Lu Yan ran his exercises to suppress the slightly beating aura in his meridians.

All in all, self-inflicted crimes, you can't live.

The disciples in the audience did not dare to speak out, and covered their mouths with their hands, but their eyes couldn't help looking at Duan Tongfeng.

The proud son of heaven, who always needs people to look up to, has disheveled hair, fresh and yellow blood, pierced left shoulder, and shattered heart veins. This kind of fatal injury for ordinary people is not life-threatening on the Nascent Soul cultivator. .

But what if the cultivator's cultivation base is exhausted?

At the moment of bamoulang, more than 200 years of cultivation collapsed, Duan Tongfeng's black hair turned pale at a speed visible to the naked eye, wrinkles appeared on his skin, and his voice gradually became hoarse: "Impossible...impossible ..."

He is born with a sword body, and he is the chief of Jianzong.

He can learn any sword technique just by looking at it, and all those who have provoked him will kneel at his feet.

There are no exceptions.

Only he, only he can lead Zhongzhou to open the road to heaven!

"I haven't inherited Jianzong yet..."

"I haven't achieved greatness yet..."

"Hahahahahahaha——" Duan Tongfeng laughed roughly, he pulled out the fragments of the Beiming Sword in his palm, and as if he didn't know the pain, he picked up the hilt of the Beiming Sword with his heart broken. He couldn't stand up at all, he tried a few times, but could only crawl on the ground like a dog, in Duan Tongfeng's imagination, it should be Song Fuyao crying and begging him to let him go, willing to be his vassal for the rest of his life, Even the stove.

Duan Tongfeng laughed to the point of joy, coughed heart-piercingly, he lifted the hilt of the Beiming sword with great effort, his eyes were already blurred, he asked in a hissed voice: "Why can you defeat me, what do you practice? What sorcery!"

In Song Fuyao's eyes, Duan Tongfeng was like a withered grass, no matter what he couldn't pick up the hilt of the Beiming Sword, he could only stretch out a finger, pretending it was a sword, and pointed at her tremblingly.That's right, the Beiming Sword looks light and light, but in fact it weighs a thousand catties. How could Duan Tongfeng, who is no different from ordinary people, lift it up.

Even that body is but the end of a crossbow.

Song Fuyao once thought about how she would feel if she won. In fact, Song Fuyao didn't think too much about it. She entered a mysterious realm during the competition, and this realm made her linger and forget to return. If things will come naturally, he used a trace of the sword intent of the ancestor's swordsmanship. If the master didn't say anything, Song Fuyao should immediately go back to meditate and digest the feeling brought by that trace of sword intent.

Sorcery?

Who dares to say that the sword technique of the ancestor of the sword sect is sorcery?

How sharp is Duan Tongfeng's voice, no matter how young the sect master's uncle is, Song Fu shook his head, there was no sadness or joy in his eyes, he just said Zheng Shenyan. "

Duan Tongfeng couldn't hear Song Fuyao's words at all, he just kept repeating "magic" and "magic".

If it wasn't for sorcery, why would Song Fuyao, who was inferior to him in terms of talent or swordsmanship, win!

"Enough," the head of the Sword Sect exhaled softly, and it turned into a small cloud of white mist in the already turning cold weather, sorcery, what is sorcery, Fuyao's swordsmanship is open and upright, if this word spreads Going out, how will Jianzong gain a foothold?The master of Jianzong turned around and cupped his hands to Huaisheng, "Is it my personal disciple after all, please trouble Brother Huaisheng."

As the only doctor in the transformation stage present, Huaisheng prepared the pill early, and he asked Duan Tongfeng to be carried up. Looking at Duan Tongfeng who was older than himself, Huaisheng sighed in his heart, and the joke above his head The petals droop slightly.

Huaisheng used pure wood-type spiritual power to warm and nourish Duan Tongfeng's meridians, otherwise the other party would not even be able to eat his elixir. Such a body would explode immediately after eating the elixir. After feeding the elixir, Duan Tongfeng looked younger for a moment , but he couldn't return to the original place no matter what, Huai Sheng simply clicked on Duan Tongfeng's sleeping point, and said to the head of Jianzong ィ イ Ao Xing, please go back and rest. "

The head of Jianzong watched Duan Tongfeng being sent back to the room by several disciples.

There was no joy or anger in his expression, nor disappointment, he was just thinking, when he picked up a child on the battlefield in the world and slept peacefully beside the cold iron that had already rolled its blade, at that time, Under the invisible pull from somewhere, he took the child back to the sect, named him Duan Tongfeng after his surname Duan.

Hundreds of years flew by.

He is the dying head. He was born in Jianzong and will die in Jianzong.

When Fuyao handed over to him the ancestor's swordsmanship without any secrets, the head of the Sword Sect was very sure that Song Fuyao could be a very good head.

The honor, disgrace and safety of Jianzong are above all else, and no one can destroy it.

Not even his own disciple.

The head of Jianzong didn't summon his disciples, but he personally stacked the head-sized ヅ ヅ ブライト ∈ ∈ ∈ of the head ∈ neatly. Carrying spiritual power, the words spread throughout the entire Jianzong: "The outcome has been decided, and now I pass on the headship to Song Fuyao, the direct disciple of Jianzong, and salute!"

Outside the gate of Jianzong, the gatekeeper elder stopped drinking, then drank it in one gulp, and murmured to Tianzhu, "Fuyao is very good."

The disciples of Jianzong knelt down and shouted loudly: "See the master!"

Lu Yan hugged Ah Liang, and heard the child whispering in his ear: "Wow, so majestic."

"Are you as majestic as your sister A Luo?"

Ah Liang thought about it seriously, and then he was firm and determined! "

After all, their bodies can be tall or big, and their voices are even louder!

The battle for the head of the Sword Sect was thus settled.

**

In the meeting room, after Lu Yan finished speaking, a vigorous discussion began.

In fact, it was one person who pissed off everyone.

Lu Yan said: "Uncles and uncles, I want to open the door to the Demon Realm and promote the communication between the Demon Realm and Central Continent."

Among the elders of Jianzong, except for the sixth elder who had some guesses, the remaining three elders were so startled that they almost fell off their chairs.

The nature of the demons is devouring, and every breath of the demon world makes people fall into the devil. Nephew Lu, don’t you have a bad brain after staying in the demon world for two years?

Fuyi was a violent person, and immediately said in a choked voice: "You are the only one with brain problems, your whole family and entire sect have brain problems!"

Several elders of Jianzong: "..."

Since Duan Tongfeng's failure, it was as if the spirit of the third elder had been taken away. He cheered up and spit out each word, turning himself into a repeater: "I don't agree."

Huaisheng: "I think we can discuss it, first of all..."

Third Elder: "I disagree."

Elder Tanlang: "Senior brother Huaisheng is right, once again..."

Third Elder: "I disagree."

Yuan Yang: "Anyway, the seal of the gate of the demon world has been broken..."

Third Elder: "I disagree."

The Sixth Elder: "Third Senior Brother, why don't you listen to the unbreakable idea..."

Third Elder: "I disagree."

The Fifth Elder, who was so fond of contradicting the Third Elder, slapped the table heavily: "I agree!"

Third Elder: "..."

After the third elder realized who was talking, he moved his mouth a few times, covered his eyes with his hands, and didn't look at Lu Yan, as long as he didn't look at Lu Yan, he could still speak normally: "Old five, it's not our civil strife at this time." When the time comes, if the demons take this opportunity to attack Central Continent, we will definitely apologise with death!"

The Fifth Elder retorted: "City Master Yuan said that the seal of the gate of the Demon Realm has been broken, so what if you agree?"

The third elder said without hesitation: "Who told him to continue to go back to suppress the demons after two years!"

Such a confident tone stunned everyone.

Fuyi took out a token with a "slap", her red clothes were fierce, and her eyes seemed to be frozen: "Here is the order of the head of the Divine Creation Sect, Third Elder, do you want to fight against my sect? "

Dare to hit her little junior brother's idea, could it be that he is looking for death.

Elder Tanlang threw his crutches on the ground, sneering at the emperor and An Huangpu, and asked whether the third elder could stand here properly. "

After Yuan Li lived all year round, Tucheng guarded the seal formation and rarely walked outside. He frowned, never seen such a brazen person, and said: "The seal of the gate of the demon world has been broken, and there is no Mahayana monk in the cultivation world to redraw the seal." , the third elder didn't think about the safety of Central Continent, but only let Bupo sacrifice.

An honest person either doesn't speak, or hits the nail on the head when he speaks.

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Even the Fourth Elder who didn't like to talk and kept neutral all the time said: "The sects are all in the same spirit, Third Senior Brother really shouldn't say such things."

The third elder clutched his chest and almost suffocated to death.

Lu Yan put down the teacup in his hand, and asked lightly, "Third Elder, what if I die?"

If Lu Bupo, who suppressed the demons with his body, died, who would suppress the demons?Who dares to restrain the demons?

Fuyi hurriedly said "Bah, bah, bah" a few times: "What nonsense are you talking about, who dares to let you die, I will let him die first!"

Huaisheng flipped the petals of the little flower on top of his head, and said unhappily, "That's right, how can you say such things at such a young age."

At this moment, the previous head of Jianzong—now he can be called a Great Elder—entered the meeting hall with the current head of Jianzong. Song Fuyao changed into the head robe, held the Kunpeng sword, and asked, "What's the matter?" immortal?"

Seeing the first elder coming, the third elder thought that he was backed by the elder brother, covered his eyes and crackled and said about Lu Yan's plan to communicate with the demon world: "Brother, tell me, isn't this a big rebellion?

After the Great Elder stepped down as the head of the sect, the burden on his shoulders became a little easier. Hui Huizhi, Yong Ye, covered everything from the Demon Realm to the reform of the Sword Sect, and no one could fault him. Yan obtained the swordsmanship of the ancestor of Jianzong at Tianzhu, and instead of keeping it secretly, he generously gave it to Fuyao, and Fuyao returned it to Jianzong.

Everyone knows that there is a sword to open the sky from the patriarch on the seventh floor of Tianchao, but no one has been able to comprehend it for thousands of years. Lu Yan's move is not only open and aboveboard, it is no exaggeration to say that he has done a great favor to Jianzong.

The Great Elder stroked his beard and said, "Since I am no longer the head of the Sword Sect, I will follow Fuyao's orders."

Song Fuyao did not hesitate to slap the head order: "I agree with the proposal of not breaking the younger brother."

Third Elder: "..."

**

After Tucheng made the final decision after departure, Lu Yan went to see Duan Tongfeng alone.

In the past, the Chief of the Sword Sect was too old to look good, his cultivation base was abolished, and he was hanging half his life with medicine pills. When he saw Lu Yan, he gasped violently.

Lu Yan casually pulled a chair and sat beside Duan Tongfeng's bed, and said, "Senior Brother Duan."

Duan Tongfeng grinned, and said with difficulty... Did you see my joke? "

"Life is not a joke." Especially in one dimension of Da Pa He School, they are nothing but insignificant ants.

Duan Tongfeng didn't know if he understood, he smiled idiotically, tears flowed from the corners of his eyes to his withered temples, opened his mouth, and squeezed out a sentence that he had never fallen in Renhuang but thought countless times in his heart: "I It is the head of the Sword Sect... the master of Central Continent."

Lord of Middle Continent.

Lu Yan closed the door and looked up at the gloomy sky.

There are demons devouring it outside, and Duan Tongfeng, who is not the head of the Sword Sect, merges all the forces in Central Continent.

What a pawn, what a move to deal with internal and external troubles.

How many days can such a Central Continent last?

Lu Yan followed with his continuous spiritual power, entered the meridians, and entered the dantian.

After leaving the courtyard, the small barrier was shattered by the impact of spiritual power, and the vast spiritual energy filled the whole body.

Nascent Soul is complete.

Only one step away, you can enter the Nascent Soul Dzogchen and cross the catastrophe of transformation.