Wuxia's Supreme Lottery System / Wuxia's Super Big Boss

　　How big is the entire Taoist sect?

　　After Aotian's voice came in, there were constant echoes for a long time.

　　A Taoist sect built with an imperial city, let alone how big it is, the status it represents is completely different!

　　In the world, there has never been a sect that would use an imperial city to build it.

　　Only Su Ming did it alone.

　　"I already know about the matter of Baijian Villa. You can go back. On the day of the Double Ninth Festival, this seat will come."

　　After a long time, a voice came from within the Taoist sect.

　　This voice is illusory, without any imposing manner, giving people a feeling of lightness and lightness, like a spring breeze.

　　When Aotian heard this, he felt unhappy in his heart.

　　"I want me to pay respects to the young master of Jianshan Villa and come to Daozong to see you in person, but you treat me with such an attitude!"

　　"When this young master gets a peerless sword, I will let you know that I am proud of the sky, and I don't need you to be worse!"

　　Aotian's body was burning with anger, but he didn't show it.

　　Although he was extremely arrogant, he also knew that Su Ming was not something he could provoke.

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　　"Since Your Excellency Su Ming already knows, then Aotian will not say more."

　　"The day of Chongyang is the time when the peerless sword was born."

　　"I don't think Your Excellency Su Ming wants to miss the peerless sword that has been forged in a hundred years, right? This is a feast that every kendo master in the world cannot refuse!"

　　"Aotian farewell, let's see you at Sword Villa!"

　　Ao Tian resisted the anger in his heart, and after speaking a few words, bowed respectfully to Daozong.

　　Then, the cloak swung violently, and the meteor left with great strides.

　　At the moment of turning around, Aotian's complexion became ugly, as if everyone in the world was sorry for him.

　　The eight warriors who came with them all felt the anger emanating from Aotian, and naturally they didn't dare to say more. They followed closely and left together.

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　　In the attic above the Hall of Supreme Harmony, Su Ming stood there with his hands on his back, his eyes looking into the distance. Beside him, Xiaomeng and Mingyue stood side by side, like two peerless flowers, glamorous and moving.

　　"It seems that the young master of the Sword Worship Villa is not very strong, but his temper is not small."

　　Xiaomeng said lightly.

　　With her current strength, she can naturally feel the aura emanating from Aotian, no matter how Aotian hides, under her perception, there is nothing to hide.

　　Mingyue smiled lightly and said, "What's the point of a mere Worshiping Sword Villa?"

　　"With Su Ming's current status and reputation in the arena, Aotian is indeed not qualified to meet him."

　　Neither of the two women paid any attention to Aotian.

　　As Mingyue said, how could Su Ming's status and fame today be something Aotian could see if he wanted to?

　　In Jianghu, where identity and status are important, Su Ming's status is detached, surpassing many sects, and has surpassed the nameless myth of martial arts. If you don't pursue Aotian, you should be thankful.

　　Su Ming smiled lightly and said, "Aotian is arrogant and arrogant, and his life is limited."

　　"However, Baijian Villa is an amazing place."

　　"In the world, there are many divine soldiers who come from Baijian Villa, and they are indeed very good."

　　"This time, Swordsman Villa has invited many kendo masters from all over the world, but it is worth visiting."

　　"Also, I am also very interested in that peerless sword."

　　A peerless sword, others don't know it, but he knows very well that it is the top magic weapon in the world of wind and cloud! .

Chapter 3: The Conspiracy of the Two Sects (4/[-])

　　Baijian Villa, under the leadership of Aotian, divided the troops into three groups, and distributed invitations to all sects and sects in the world, as well as the masters of loose cultivation.

　　Invite these masters to gather at Worship Sword Villa on the Double Ninth Festival to witness the birth of the peerless sword.

　　This news caused an uproar in the arena.

　　Although there is still more than a month before Chongyang, the kendo masters who have received the invitation have already got up and walked towards Baijian Villa.

　　This is an unprecedented event in the martial arts, with great momentum.

　　Luocheng, in the City Lord's Mansion.

　　In that underground hall, Di Shitian sat on the throne that originally belonged to the goddess Luo Xian.

　　Below stood the goddess Luo Xian, and Duan Lang.

　　"Duanlang, are you ready for this trip to Baijian Villa?"

　　Di Shitian's hoarse voice came.

　　No one could see his expression on the expression of "two-five-zero" under the Xuanbing mask.

　　Duan Lang respectfully saluted: "Report to Emperor Shitian, everything is ready, please show Emperor Shitian."

　　From the first day Duanlang saw Di Shitian, he was full of shock to this mysterious head of the Heavenly Sect.

　　Up to now, he still remembered that on the first day of Emperor Shitian's arrival, he accepted him as an entry, and easily raised his skill to a level.

　　Di Shitian nodded, stood up from his throne, took one step and came to Duanlang.

　　An icy chill came from the mysterious ice mask.

　　Duanlang has never been so nervous before. He felt that he was enveloped by an invisible coercion, as if a god was looking down at him from above, making him unable to resist at all.

　　"Breaking the Waves, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!"

　　"A peerless sword, it is said that it is one of the four divine stones thrown into the world by the goddess Nuwa. It has been forged for a hundred years, and its power is infinite!"

　　"You have to find a way to win this magic weapon for this seat!"

　　"This mission is very important. This seat will let the Mother of God secretly lead people to help you!"

　　Di Shitian's voice, with a rare firmness, can be heard. He values ​​this peerless sword very much.

　　However, what Duanlang is puzzled is that since the peerless sword is so important, why doesn't he shoot it himself?

　　With his skill, if he were to do it himself, there must be no one in the world who could threaten him except Young Master Su Ming.

　　He could only think about this sentence in his heart, and dare not say it.

　　When the godmother Luo Xian heard Di Shitian's words, a hint of shock flashed in her eyes.

　　"Di Shitian, is this magic weapon really so magical?"

　　"Even you value it so much?"

　　Luo Xian asked this because he wanted to know if Di Shitian was really right about this sword, and he was bound to get it.

　　If that's the case, she has to go all out.

　　Di Shitian glanced at her, noncommittal, and said slowly, "Sacred soldiers are rare in the world, and we need this magical soldier to do one thing in the future."

　　"If we can get our hands at this time, it will only benefit us, not harm!"

　　Di Shitian did not make the real purpose clear.

　　But with this sentence, Luo Xian knew that the peerless sword must be very important to Tianmen!

　　"Please rest assured, Emperor Shitian, his subordinates will personally lead the people of Tianmen to help Duanlang win this sword!"

　　Luo Xian quickly said respectfully.

　　"Okay, I'll leave this matter to the two of you, don't let this seat down!"

　　Di Shitian nodded and returned to his throne.

　　"Yes, Di Shitian!" The two of them handed in hand.

　　Di Shitian waved his hand and said, "Go down and prepare, you can leave tomorrow."

　　After Luo Xian and Duan Lang bowed respectfully, they slowly exited the underground hall.

　　.......

　　At the same time, Tianshan, the original altar of the World Association.

　　Jue Wushen stood on the first floor in the world, looking at the completely new Wushen Jue Palace.

　　Everything that was originally caused by the battle has been smoothed out, and the collapsed first floor in the world has also been restored as it was.

　　On the third campus, there were warriors wearing black cloaks and facing black grimace masks.

　　"Okay, very good, Jue Xin, you didn't disappoint the old man."

　　Jue Wushen looked at the eldest son standing beside him and said lightly.

　　Although Jue Xin has always disliked him, but the ability to do things is not to say.

　　In less than two months, it is indeed not easy to restore the huge altar of the World Association to its original state.

　　Today, the entire general altar of the Tianxia Association has been changed into a palace of no gods, becoming the palace of no gods on the land of Shenzhou...  

　　"Thank you dad for your praise, all of this is what Jiexin should do."

　　Jue Xin appeared very humble and did not take credit.

　　He is a man of wealth. He knows that he is not likable. If he dares to be complacent, he will only arouse his father's disgust.

　　Jue Wushen was very satisfied with Jue Xin's performance and continued: "I heard that there is a Sword Worship Villa in the Central Plains Wulin. On the day of Chongyang, a sword sacrificial conference will be held to welcome the birth of a peerless sword."

　　Jue Xin heard the words, moved in his heart, and said, "Yes, Dad."

　　"This matter has been rumored in the rivers and lakes, and the major sects, as well as the masters of loose swordsmanship, have already begun to go to Baijian Mountain Villa."

　　"Should we..."

　　Jue Wushen raised his hand and glanced at him with a hint of coldness in his eyes.