Although Yang Fan has a very high status in the War God Temple and is even a disciple of the Lord War God, he knows that the Uncle Liu in front of him is no simple person. He was once a saint ancestor and one of the three saints in the War Temple. It was just because of an accident that year that the three saint ancestors were severely injured, so their cultivation fell to the semi-saint realm.
But Liu Wen Zheng's status is extremely high, even the God of War has to respectfully call him "Senior Brother Liu" when he sees him.
“Humph! Don’t worry about that. Even if I have to risk my life, I will help Long Aotian achieve enlightenment and become a saint!”
Liu Wen Zheng snorted coldly, his expression looking a little ugly.
In fact, what Yang Fan said made sense. He also knew the current situation of the War Palace. Logically speaking, it would be the best choice for Long Aotian to go to the Heavenly Palace, but he just couldn't bear to do so.
"Uncle Liu, Junior Brother Yang is right. It is a waste of Long Aotian's talent for him to enter the Battle Hall. I am afraid there is not even one person in the Battle Hall who is willing to accept him as a disciple!"
There was a gleam of light in the eyes of Lie Yuan, the deputy master of the Fire Palace, and he said lightly.
"Yes, Uncle Liu! You have to put the interests of the sect first!"
The other deputy hall masters also echoed.
Liu Wen Zheng's face became more and more ugly. He had an extremely hot temper to begin with, and everyone's provocative words almost made him go crazy.
"Uncle Liu, as long as you agree to let Long Aotian become my disciple, I will give him a flawless holy treasure, the nine peerless holy methods of the War God Temple, and let him practice any one of them. I can also guarantee that my master, the War God, can instruct him once a year!"
Yang Fan suddenly gritted his teeth and said.
He was indeed impressed by Ling Xiao's talent and was excited to see the prey. He had always been arrogant and had never found a suitable disciple, but after seeing Ling Xiao, he was immediately attracted.
Such an extraordinary talent must not be allowed to be hidden in the dust.
Everyone was shocked.
They didn't expect that because of Ling Xiao's extraordinary talent revealed in the battle between him and Wu Chen, so many deputy hall masters would be vying to take Ling Xiao as their disciple.
Even Deputy Palace Master Yang Fan offered such generous conditions!
An impeccable holy treasure and one of the nine peerless holy techniques would be fine, but the annual guidance of the God of War is something that no true disciple can enjoy. I'm afraid that only those high-ranking saints have this opportunity.
Liu Wen Zheng had never expected that Yang Fan would offer such a condition for Ling Xiao. He was immediately pressed into a corner and said directly: "Xiao Fanzi, if Long Aotian enters the Battle Hall, I know I cannot be his master. I will accept him as a disciple on my behalf and give him the last chance to inherit the throne!"
"What?!"
This time, the faces of Deputy Hall Masters such as Yang Fan could no longer remain calm, and each of them showed an expression of extreme shock.
"This... is absolutely not possible!"
Yang Fan flatly refused, "Uncle Liu, accepting a disciple on behalf of the master is absolutely not possible! We will not agree to it, not even the Lord God of War will agree. Although Long Aotian is extremely talented, he is not qualified to become the disciple of the Red Dragon God of War!"
"That's right! Uncle Liu, if you accept a disciple on behalf of the master, then don't we have to call Long Aotian Uncle? This... This is simply ridiculous!"
Lie Yuan also said with a grim expression.
"The previous generation's Red Dragon God of War has passed away. Although you, Uncle Liu, were once his registered disciple, you are not qualified to accept disciples on his behalf!"
"This matter is not negotiable, and I don't agree with it!"
The other deputy hall masters could no longer sit still, and all of them looked unhappy.
They all knew that Liu Wen Zheng was once a registered disciple of the previous generation Red Dragon War God. He was loyal to the Red Dragon War God and had supported the War Hall alone for a million years. He even held the last chance of the Red Dragon War God's inheritance.
Many people had once coveted that inheritance, but in the end they were all suppressed by this generation's God of War.
"I don't need to ask for your consent for this matter! Master once said that as long as someone obtains his inheritance and inherits the Fantian Seal, he will be the master of my Battle Hall and his disciple!"
Liu Wen Zheng said very stubbornly.
Yang Fan smiled bitterly and said, "Uncle Liu, you also said that you must master the Fantian Seal to become the master of the Battle Hall and the disciple of Uncle Chilong. It is not appropriate for you to accept disciples on behalf of the master!"
"I believe he will be able to master the Fantian Seal!"
Liu Wen Zheng glanced at Ling Xiao and spoke slowly.
Ling Xiao was slightly moved. Liu Wen Zheng had persisted for a million years on his own. His loyalty to the Red Dragon God of War was really moving.
Even though Ling Xiao has already decided to join the War Hall, Liu Wen Zheng still spares no effort to fight for so many opportunities and fortunes for him.
This is a respectable and admirable old man!
"Thank you for your kindness, Masters. I have already decided to join the War Hall, so I will not change it!"
Ling Xiao bowed slightly to Yang Fan and the others, but his voice was extremely firm.
"Long Aotian, are you really not going to consider it again? Believe me, Tiandian is your best choice!"
Yang Fan said with some regret.
"Thank you, Palace Master Yang. I am determined to join the War Palace!"
Ling Xiao said seriously.
"Okay, okay! Long Aotian, don't worry, your choice is the right one!"
Liu Wen Zheng felt a little excited and took a deep breath.
"In that case, I won't force you! Uncle Liu, goodbye!"
Yang Fan felt a little regretful, but still bowed elegantly to Liu Wen Zheng, then turned around and flew towards a suspended holy mountain in the sky with many disciples.
"Uncle Liu, goodbye!"
Everyone left in a hurry, and soon only Liu Wen Zheng, Ling Xiao and others were left on the ascension platform.
"Let's go back to the battle hall!"
Liu Wen Zheng looked at everyone with great satisfaction, then waved his sleeves, and suddenly a bright light enveloped everyone and flew towards the sky.
There are nine suspended holy mountains above the void, and each of the nine veins of the Temple of the God of War occupies one.
Ling Xiao could feel that the nine suspended holy mountains were majestic and magnificent. They were shrouded in clouds and mist, but they exuded a vast holy aura, and there was also a mysterious light vaguely. The auras of each other intertwined to form an incomparably majestic formation.
whoosh!
Before Ling Xiao had time to observe more, a flash of light appeared around everyone and they landed on a suspended holy mountain.
When Ling Xiao saw this suspended holy mountain clearly, a strange look suddenly appeared in his eyes.
This suspended holy mountain is completely bare. It is actually a barren mountain without even a tree. Moreover, there is no vitality of heaven and earth, neither the energy of gods nor the breath of saints. It is full of rugged rocks, exuding an ancient and vicissitudes of life atmosphere.
This is the mountain gate of the War Palace lineage, also known as War Mountain!
Ling Xiao could feel that there was a layer of mysterious light covering the Battle Mountain, which blocked the mountain like a barrier. And inside the Battle Mountain, there seemed to be an incomparably strange and bizarre devouring power, which was constantly devouring all the vitality, divine aura and even holy power on the Battle Mountain.
If he stayed on the Battle Mountain for a long time, he would not only be unable to absorb any energy, but even his own realm might be affected.
Ling Xiao finally understood why the disciples of the War Hall left one after another, and everyone was trying to avoid them!
It turns out that the battle hall is a desperate place!
(End of this chapter)