The Strongest Sect Master In Cultivation World

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Duan Zexiong lost his voice.

He looked at the look in front of him, secretly expecting the villagers. From his look, he could vaguely feel some expectation.

It is expected that Duan Zexiong will occupy the location of the lot.

This makes Duan Zexiong some don't know how to deal with it. If the town in front of him is not an ordinary person, even if it is just a little practice.

Even though Duan Zexiong's qualification is not high, he has been practicing for decades. With his strength, he has reached the late stage of the quadrupole. It's nothing to open a mountain and crack a stone.

At this time, even if he exudes a trace of coercion, the town people in front of him will tremble and kneel down and can't stand up at all.

Jiang Ling, who was far above Tianshen mountain, stared at Duan Zexiong and saw that he just turned his back and set up the flag of Tianshen sect to recruit disciples. In addition, he was not angry with the town.

Jiang Ling nodded slightly and smiled at ease.

Don't bully!

The future God sect will only become more and more powerful. If it is handed over to a person who can't control his mind, no matter how high his ability and prestige, it will only be a disaster to the world!

Now, Duan Zexiong's performance has satisfied Jiang Ling.

Seeing Duan Zexiong ignoring others, he just raised a flag and looked like he was determined to recruit disciples. The townspeople doing business were also helpless.

He was a friar in front of him. No matter what, he was better than him. He didn't dare to shake his face. He just had no choice but to persuade Duan Zexiong to leave.

"Master, you occupy this position. It's just a waste of time. It may even cause you trouble. Why?"

Duan Zexiong heard the speech, opened his eyes and looked at it in surprise.

"Oh? I don't know what this sentence means?"

The father-in-law who does business is obviously a man who travels far and wide. At least, he seems to have run through several surrounding villages and towns.

"You know Sanshui town?"

He was mysterious and said in a low voice: "there are several large gates near Sanshui Town, which are much more people than you, the God sect! One of them is called wanjian gate. It is said that he will come to our Sanshan town to recruit disciples in the near future!"

He said with a sigh.

"Ten thousand sword gate, it is said that heaven goes into the earth, the sword light is vertical and horizontal, and the prestige is great. That's the real style of shangzong!"

Duan Zexiong was stunned when he heard the speech, and then shook his head and laughed.

When he was the leader of Lingxiao sect, he also knew the ten thousand sword sect.

This is not the last religion!

Far from it, any one of the several sects above the Heavenly God sect a few days ago will be enough to frighten and break the courage of the 10000 sword sect leader!

However, these powerful sects dare not breathe for their own teachers!

I dare not call myself shangzong in front of tianshenzong!

"Up! What are you doing!"

Brush!

At this time, Duan Zexiong suddenly had a shock in his ear. Before he could react, he saw several sword lights flashing in front of him. With a sharp breath, he went straight in front of Duan Zexiong.

Hoo!

Duan Zexiong motionless waved his hand, and his spirit surged. He protected the flag in front of him to recruit disciples, and began to look at the visitors at the same time.

These people are dressed in uniform. They are embroidered with a small sword on their sleeves with gold wire. They have sharp eyes and carry a scabbard. They also hold several long swords with cold light in their hands.

"Ten thousand sword gate?"

Duan Zexiong smiled, waved his hand, and didn't care at all.

"I'm a disciple of the emperor of the Heavenly God sect. I'm not in conflict with you wanjianmen this time in Sanshan town?"

Although Duan Zexiong is an interrogative sentence, his tone is affirmative.

Before he set out, he considered that there might be a misunderstanding of robbing disciples, so he chose Sanshan Town, a village with few families around.

"Tianshenzong?"

The people of the ten thousand sword sect were also looking at Duan Zexiong.

They were friars, and Duan Zexiong didn't deliberately hide it, so he felt the identity of Duan Zexiong.

When Duan Zexiong was still judging which clan this was, all the people from wanjianmen were stunned for a moment.

After a few breaths.

"Ha ha! Tianshenzong? But the ancient sect that has already fallen down?"

"Did the Heavenly God sect send you out to receive disciples without anyone?"

"Tut, the fallen sect is indeed the fallen sect."

The townspeople also whispered when they heard the speech.

"Shangzong is indeed shangzong."

"It's a shame to be a poor sect."

They couldn't tell what strength was higher or lower. In their eyes, there was only one person from the God sect, which looked rather shabby.

On the other hand, the ten thousand sword gate really has the demeanor of shangzong. Each of them carries a three foot green front with a proud posture. More than ten people stand in groups, and their momentum rises greatly!

"Why don't you go?"

Several people of the ten thousand sword sect smiled, and the leader stared at Duan Zexiong and scolded.

"Can't you see? Your Heavenly God sect is dead! And our ten thousand sword gate is booming. It's much better than you don't know!"

"Stay here. Do you think someone will enter your God sect?"

The disciples of wanjian despised the posture and looked at Duan Zexiong with arrogance.

Although the people of tianshenzong seem to have some strength, they have a large number. They can fight alone, but they can fight in groups. They may not be afraid of him!

And just a poor sect, bullying also bullied!

"Go quickly! If you don't go again, our swordsmanship is sharp and invincible. You should be careful!"

The leader of the ten thousand sword gate, with a solemn look, drew his sword and pointed to Duan Zexiong.

His whole body's mental strength increased, which made the eyes of the surrounding villagers narrow. He felt hard to breathe, and his clothes were automatic without wind.

"Awesome!"

"The emperor's people are really strong!"

The townspeople immediately boasted.

At the same time, they began to look forward to sending their children to wanjianmen. After they came out, they should have such prestige, right?

Duan Zexiong's eyes were cold and he wanted to take action. He directly captured these rude guys.

Swordsmanship is sharp and invincible?

Ability is not big, tone is not small!

However, considering that he came out of the mountain to accept disciples for the master, if he started, it would damage the reputation of the Heavenly God sect.

But let these people whose accomplishments are less than Duan Zexiong's own, jump and show off in front of the villagers and him, but Duan Zexiong is a little difficult to accept.

"It's just a spiritual shock. It's like a small fish in the river jumping out of the water and stirring the river a little."

Duan Zexiong opened his mouth with a smile on his face. He opened his mouth with sarcasm and didn't care at all.

He followed Jiang Ling and saw too many strong men. The little monk of wanjianmen in front of him really made him look down on him.

"Those who know know you are stirring the river, but those who don't know think you are a toad fluttering!"

Clang clang!

As soon as he said this, the people of wanjianmen immediately drew their swords and glared at Duan Zexiong.

"Good courage!"

"Bold! Just a poor sect, do you still live in a dream with the name of the past?"

Duan Zexiong snorted coldly when he heard the speech, and his face became serious.

"The old name? No! I think you are mistaken!"

"The present god sect is the existence you can't provoke! Don't you believe it?"

Duan Zexiong waved his hand, and the magic weapon in his hand that contained some mana of Jiang Ling immediately soared into the air, rotated and fell.

Boom!

A magnificent aura, with terrible pressure, stirred the wind and cloud, connected heaven and earth, and wrapped Duan Zexiong and wanjianmen like a miracle.

Duan Zexiong's face looked like a smile, looking at the panic stricken people of wanjianmen.

"Your swordsmanship is sharp and invincible?"

"Cut it down and let me see?"