Blade and Sword God Sovereign

They are dressed in pale gold robes, about 30 years old, with a majestic face, long hairs floating on their chests, a sinister whirlwind, swaying around their figure, even light They began to distort around them.

All the disciples who were named did not even dare to come out.

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

Whether it is under the abdomen or in the middle of Dantian, the two kinds of scent of ice and fire seem to have received the suppression. They began to violently resist the galloping, and quickly ran in the meridians and acupoints, just like thunder, and began to do instinct. Resistance.

He had to rush to suppress his work, which made the body's mysteriousness slowly stabilize.

"It’s terrible, the strength of these three middle-aged people, I’m afraid that they have surpassed the realm of the innate Wuzong, and have reached an incredible realm. Asking Jianzong is really a master!”

Ding Hao secretly admired in his heart.

"Cut, the little guys in the realm of several great masters, I thought that in the past, my aging mother could kill thousands of such goods with one finger!" The knife ancestors scorned in his mind.

"That is, the small martial art is really a small martial art, the three generations of disciples are the realm of the great masters, hey, can't bear a blow!" Jianzu was also unwilling to lag behind, and immediately launched a map cannon.

Ding Hao touched his nose in disapproval and did not respond to the two "ancesors."

These two ancestors came to mysterious, the old monsters of more than ten thousand years, in their eyes, the influx of goods, placed in today's Selangor, I am afraid that they are all super-super masters.

"These three are the core disciples of the three generations of disciples. I can’t think of anyone who is so identifiable to preside over this five-institution!"

Among the registered disciples, some people recognized the identity of the three golden robes on the top of the ring and whispered.

Asked Jianzong to open a sect before 1,500 years ago, and to breed countless generations of disciples. The rule of the past is that the one with the highest number of survivors at that time is a generation of disciples, which are divided into second and third generations according to the time of enrollment. Seven generations, eight generations of disciples.

Nowadays, one of the ancestors of the highest rank of Jianzong is said to have lived for more than six hundred years and has never been secluded.

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

Li wrote the sword and controld the swordsman for more than three hundred years. His strength is unfathomable. It is said that in addition to the ancestor, no one can be challenged by Jianzong, and he is also one of the famous masters in Xuezhou.

Li Dianjian has a very high prestige in Zongzhong, but this head is also very simple in the weekdays. Ding Hao and other famous disciples are not qualified to see this big man.

In addition to some real-powered elders who are the same as the head of the sword, the three generations of disciples have a high status in the Zongzhong.

In particular, the core true disciple among the three generations of disciples is almost the highest-ranking candidate for the sword sect in the future. The status is second only to the second-generation disciples with a small number of people, and they can come out to preside over the five-in-a-century ratio. This time, the name of the disciple is bigger than that of the disciple.

"See the three brothers (Shi Shu)!"

Around the performance of the military field, everyone is in good salvation and respectful.

On the first stage, a middle-aged man with a big ear in the middle raised his hand, and a soft force spread out and helped everyone up. This man was full of power and majesty, and his eyes burned like a fire. Generally, no one dares to look at him.

He looked at the disciples of the five hospitals and nodded slightly.

"The five hospitals are starting now. I hope that all the disciples can pay attention to this competition and go all out to come up with your strongest state. I will increase the strength of the swordsmanship. Don't be afraid of the straits, and lose the evidence before and after, let the elders, brothers and The disappointment of the head is!"

Another three generations of masters dressed in pale gold robes read out.

Next, another three generations of disciples read out some of the rules and rewards of the big ratio, and then the five colleges began to officially start.

The seed players selected by each school, under the watchful eyes of more than 2,000 registered disciples, slowly came out of the crowd and came to the bottom of the first ring to extract their respective numbers for the competition. Grouping.

......

"what?"

On the first stage, the middle-aged man with long ears and a big ear suddenly became surprised.

"What? Is it true that Brother Yin found out what is wrong?" Lucci, the three-generation master who had never spoken before, laughed.

On the other hand, Yin Yifei, a middle-aged man with a big ear, shook his head slightly: "There was a very strange feeling suddenly. Some of the seed players in the following 50 hospitals gave me a very strange atmosphere. When I carefully sensed it, But nothing has been discovered, is it that I have an illusion?"

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

"Maybe it’s Yin’s brother’s eyes, what’s wrong with the practice, what a big fuss.” Another three-generation disciple, Cheng Fei, whispered in a sigh of relief: “The two thousand more famous disciples are all selected by Zongmen. Miaozi, what a strange place."

"You..." Lurgi was furious.

Yin Yifei waved his hand and gestured to Lu Qi not to compare with Cheng Fei.

The core disciples also have factions. This is not a character of Yin Yifei Group. It is a common thing to dismantle each other. Yin Yifei’s heart is annoyed, but in today’s formal occasion, in front of thousands of disciples and elders, No need to make trouble.

......

Ding Hao received the Cyan No. 10 card.

He handed over his own brand to the hands of another working disciple. He temporarily returned to the disciple sequence of Tsing Yi Eastern Hospital, waiting for the final result of the battle.

Just after the first collapse, suddenly there was an extremely strong breath, and I swept through my body. I almost let Ding Hao get out of the way. I thought that the strange state in my body caused the awareness of a third generation of disciples on the stage. .

Ding Hao thought thoughtfully.

Soon, the seed players who finished the serial number returned.

Ji Xin, Li Juling and other seed players in the Tsing Yi Eastern Court, who returned the number plate, all looked like they couldn’t wait, and they wanted to show their talents in the five courtyards, and said that they had a good relationship with their disciples. What is full of confidence.

Li Lan is very low-key, has been quietly standing in the crowd, closing his eyes and raising his spirits.

Beside him, the two confidant Ge Yin and Zhang Tianlun are left and right, and they can't wait to see each other as soon as possible.

Ding Hao was keenly aware that the two men looked at their own eyes and had some inexplicable hostility. Moreover, the momentum of these two people today seems to be different from the previous days.

"Rely, is the taunting face of Laozi working again, these two guys..."

Ding Hao’s heart, inexplicably ashamed, secretly guarded.