Ling Xiao's mind moved, and he quickly guessed the identities of these three people. In the entire War God Temple, the only people with cultivation levels above the seventh-turn half-saint, and who were so young, could only be the three saints.
The Heaven Palace has Nishang, the Earth Palace has Wuxiong, and the Yang Palace has Gaoyang!
These three holy sons are extremely talented and powerful, and are hailed as the hope for the future of the Temple of War.
Ling Xiao could feel that these three people had vigorous energy and strong bloodlines, and they exuded a vast truth of the Great Dao all around their bodies. He was afraid that even if they faced a true Nine-Transformation Half-Saint, they would be able to fight.
This is the true pride of heaven!
“Junior Brother Long, with your Divine King cultivation, you defeated Huang Wudao in three moves and also injured Huang Tai. You created a miracle and inspired the people of the War God Palace. You are really great!”
Wearing black armor, Takeo looked extremely sincere and spoke seriously.
"That's right! Hahahaha… Junior Brother Long is not only extremely talented, but also has a great eloquence. It was so fucking satisfying to hear him scolding old bastard Huang Tai. If I wasn't weak enough, I would have wanted to go up and beat that old bastard up!"
Gao Yang, who was wearing a red robe, looked free and unrestrained. He patted Ling Xiao on the shoulder and said with a hearty smile.
"You two brothers are too kind! I am just doing my duty as a disciple of the War God Temple!"
Ling Xiao smiled slightly. He could feel the kindness in the hearts of these two saints, which made him feel relieved. Fortunately, the War God Temple was not full of people like Zhan Tianxing and Lei Qianjue.
"Well said! Duty, how many people can fulfill their duty? I can't stand those spineless people who bully their superiors and flatter their subordinates and only know how to boost others' ambitions and destroy their own prestige!"
Gao Yang sneered and glanced at Zhan Tianxing with ill intent.
Zhan Tianxing's whole body stiffened, a trace of shame and anger appeared in his eyes, and he hated Ling Xiao even more in his heart.
Ling Xiao is in the limelight today, but all of this should have belonged to Zhan Tianxing. If Ling Xiao hadn't forcibly snatched the Fantian Seal from his hands, how could all of this have belonged to Ling Xiao
He was mad with hatred and jealousy!
"Brother Long, well done!"
Nichang said softly, with a hint of appreciation in her eyes, her voice was crisp and ethereal, and she revealed a faint smile.
This smile instantly made the world pale in comparison.
"Thank you, Senior Sister Nishang!"
Ling Xiao smiled slightly.
This Nishang is a legend in the Temple of War God and the goddess in the hearts of everyone in the Temple of War God. She has an extremely beautiful face and an otherworldly temperament. In Ling Xiao's opinion, perhaps only King Xuan's Ji Feixuan can be compared with her.
Over the past hundreds of thousands of years, Lord God of War has only accepted two disciples. One is Yang Fan, the current deputy master of the Heavenly Palace, and the other is Nishang!
Legend has it that Nichang is less than a hundred years old now, and possesses powerful talents that allow her to harness the power of time, so she has achieved profound attainments in the art of time.
Ling Xiao even wondered whether Nichang had also inherited the Sutra of Time, but Nichang looked like a pool of deep water, and Ling Xiao couldn't tell how deep she was.
"My Saint, I have never seen her smile before, but she actually smiled at Junior Brother Long?"
Takeo sighed, pretending to be jealous.
"You are so ugly that Nichang can't laugh even if she wants to. Only Junior Brother Long's extraordinary charm can make Nichang smile!" Gao Yang couldn't help but criticize.
"roll!"
Takeo pretended to be sad and angry.
Ling Xiao smiled secretly in his heart. It seemed that these three saints had a very good relationship on weekdays, so they could joke so casually.
"Long Aotian!"
A faint and clear voice sounded above Zhan Mountain.
Everyone suddenly fell silent, looking respectfully at the white-robed God of War in the void. They had already vaguely guessed what the white-robed God of War wanted to say.
"As a disciple of the Battle Hall, you have successfully inherited the Fantian Seal, and you have not been afraid of powerful enemies and have maintained the dignity of the Battle Hall, making great contributions! I hereby promote you to the master of the Battle Hall. I hope you will work hard to cultivate, carry forward the Battle Hall, and restore its former glory!"
The voice of the white-robed god of war was very calm, but it was like a thunderclap that exploded in everyone's hearts.
Lord of the Battle Hall!
Everyone knows how heavy the weight of these four words is. Among the nine veins of the War God Temple, the God of War is the most respected. Besides the God of War, the masters of the nine veins and the supreme elders have the highest status. Even the Son of God is only a disciple, which is only comparable to the status of a deputy hall master. He still needs to perform salute when he sees the master of a hall.
It can be said that Ling Xiao became a high-ranking figure in the entire War God Temple in one leap, and one of the people with the highest status, comparable to the supreme elder in the saint realm!
Even though they had guessed this result a long time ago, Zhan Tianxing, Lei Qianjue, Xing Jun and others still looked extremely gloomy after hearing it. Especially Zhan Tianxing, his nails were deeply sunken in his flesh, his face was extremely distorted, and he was almost going crazy with jealousy.
From then on, status was no longer a constraint on Ling Xiao. Even Zhan Tianxing and Lei Qianjue had to bow to Ling Xiao when they saw him.
"In addition, Long Aotian obtained the inheritance left by the Red Dragon God of War in the Fantian Seal. With the recognition of the Fantian Seal, he is already the disciple of the Red Dragon God of War. So from now on, Long Aotian's seniority is the same as Uncle Liu. All disciples should obey him!"
The God of War in white spoke slowly and released another piece of news, which immediately shocked everyone.
The disciple of the Red Dragon God of War
You know, the Red Dragon God of War was a peerless figure who lived millions of years ago. Even the White-Clothed God of War had to call him his uncle-master. So even though Liu Wen Zheng was a registered disciple of the Red Dragon God of War, the White-Clothed God of War also had to call him uncle-master. Doesn't that mean that Long Aotian became the God of War's junior uncle in one fell swoop
The numerous disciples of the War God Temple, no matter they were inner disciples or true disciples, all called Long Aotian “Grandmaster Uncle”!
This generation is so high that it’s scary!
But in the Temple of War God, the God of War possesses supreme majesty and power. Now that she has announced and acknowledged it, no one has the right to object. Even if they are reluctant in their hearts, they can only accept it.
"Hahaha... Lord God of War is right! Junior brother, why are you still standing there? Why don't you thank Lord God of War right away?"
Liu Wen Zheng was extremely excited. Ling Xiao's identity as the disciple of the Red Dragon God of War was finally confirmed. This gave him an extra layer of security. He immediately urged excitedly.
"Thank you... Lord God of War!"
Ling Xiao was also a little stunned. It took him a while to react and he bowed to the God of War in white.
Ling Xiao could understand letting him become the Lord of the War Hall, but this White-Clothed War God actually gave him the identity of a disciple of the Red Dragon War God, which was equivalent to putting a junior uncle on his head. Ling Xiao could not understand it at all. What was the intention of the White-Clothed War God
Lei Qianjue and Xing Jun's faces looked extremely ugly, and even turned a little dark, because from now on, when they saw Ling Xiao, they not only had to salute, but also had to call him Uncle Master.
This is even more painful than killing them!
"I am... the great-grandmaster... haha..."
Zhan Tianxing was so angry that he muttered to himself, and then his eyes went dark and he fainted!
He was so angry that he fainted at the news.
(End of this chapter)