"Elder Zangyue, I'll give you a hard trip this time."
Afterwards, Jian Wuxin looked at Elder Cangyue and said apologetically, logically speaking, he should lead the team himself this time. A person in the Mahayana realm would not show up easily at ordinary times, but he also had unspeakable difficulties. , forced by the situation.
"It's okay. For these younger disciples, that's what we should do. Otherwise, we wouldn't have any place to show our value."
Elder Canyue was still wearing a black dress, no makeup, and said with an indifferent expression.
"It's getting late. If you don't have anything else to do, just go ahead. I and the others will be waiting for your triumphant return at Xuantian Sword Gate!"
Seeing that there was no further instruction, Jian Wuxin waved his hand to indicate to the twelve Dao Yuan Realm elders below that they could take action.
Jian Wuxin had already distributed jade tubes and told these disciples about some things that needed attention during the sect martial arts competition. He also distributed some medicines to be used during the martial arts competition. It could be said that everything was ready and all he needed was east wind.
Hearing this, Elder Canyue took the lead and floated in the void above Xuantian Palace. The other twelve elders also followed behind Elder Canyue, including Elder Kuying.
These elders were drawn from various places. Some were in the law enforcement hall, some were in the sword pavilion, and some were elders who had been practicing in seclusion for a long time and did not come out. However, they had to accompany them for this sect competition. Originally, Jian Wuxin I was thinking of making the lineup more luxurious, but some places had to be guarded by people, and it was true that I couldn't mobilize so many people. After all, I had to guard against Wan Dao Sect's little moves.
And Jian Wuxuan has not appeared from the beginning to the end today. He has been in seclusion for several months. Currently, among the entire Xuantian Sword Sect and the Daoyuan realm, the one who has the most hope of breaking through to the Mahayana realm is none other than his junior brother, Jian Wuxuan. Their strength and qualifications are still above Jian Wuxin, and their senior brother Jian Wuxie is only at the late stage of Linghai realm.
Seeing the elders starting to move, Zhao Jiuge led a group of disciples and also rode flying swords. Following the elders, the group headed towards Wandao Sect.
Seeing this, the old disciples around them became a little excited, and the elders also had complicated expressions. Just like Jian Wuxin said, it is unknown how many of these lively disciples will die by then, and will never be seen again. The scenery to Xuantian Sword Gate.
"I wish my junior brothers and sisters good results and the rise of Xuantian Sword Sect!"
Seeing fifty-two disciples controlling the flying swords one after another, they were about to leave with great brilliance. Suddenly, the surrounding disciples who were watching all looked excited and said in unison.
The voice was passionate and powerful. When the words fell into the ears of the more than fifty inner disciples of this year, their bodies suddenly trembled, and then each of them felt even more strange.
The group of people, without stopping too much, rushed directly to the entrance of Xuantian Sword Gate, and rushed directly to Wandao Sect as quickly as possible. The time and distance had already been arranged, because Xuantian Sword Gate and Wandao Sect Due to the tense relationship between the two sects, it was impossible to go there early like other sects did.
When everyone left, the people at the entrance of Xuantian Palace were still reluctant to leave for a long time. Although the martial arts competition would begin and the sect could watch through the Xuanguang Mirror, at this moment, their hearts seemed to be the same as those in this group. The disciples left together.
"How many of this generation of disciples can still come out of that secret realm alive?"
Jian Wuxin looked into the distance with his eyes. Although the figures of Zhao Jiuge and others there had completely disappeared, his tone was a little unpredictable, as if he was asking the people around him or talking to himself.
For a moment, no one answered this heavy topic, because Xuantian Sword Sect's performance in the past few sect martial arts tournaments has been worse than the last one. Basically, there were heavy casualties. The most tragic was the last one. By that time, not even one-tenth of the disciples had returned, and even Bie Hongling had almost died.
"The overall strength of this batch of disciples is good. They may bring us surprises. The rest is left to fate." Zhang Xu said slowly after a long time. As for the specific situation by then, he had no idea. .
"I have received news. It is said that in this sect martial arts competition, there are disciples from other sects who have reached the realm of transformation into gods. Moreover, Wuming Temple, which has never participated in these battles in the past, actually sent people to participate this year."
Jian Wuxin shook his head, his expression remained unchanged, and he said without turning his head, but the news he revealed naturally shocked everyone around him.
It's a bit strange for Wuming Temple to participate in the sect martial arts competition this time, but I don't think it's a big surprise. What shocked them was that the disciples in this sect martial arts competition actually had the cultivation level of the gods.
You must know that even in the early stage of the Soul Transformation Realm, it can basically crush the existence of the Nascent Soul Realm. Remember every sect martial arts competition in the past, the best of the evil disciples in the Holy Land were only in the early stage of the Nascent Soul Realm. Now, The strength is actually getting higher year by year, and some of them even exist in the realm of god transformation.
"Could it be that the chief disciple of Wuming Temple has the cultivation level of the gods? If that is not a bad thing for our Xuantian Sword Sect, if it falls into Wandao Sect or the other two holy places, then for Xuantian Sword It’s a disaster for the door.”
Du Jun on the side couldn't help but asked aloud, after all, the news was too shocking.
However, Jian Wuxin didn't seem to be too worried. He didn't know what he was thinking in his vicissitudes of eyes. He just continued what Du Jun said, "It's possible. Anyway, Wuming Temple doesn't strive for fame and fortune every year, so it shouldn't kill innocent people indiscriminately. As for Baihua Valley and Xuankong Temple at most choose to stand by and watch, because they are afraid that the other three holy places will have disciples in the realm of gods, but logically speaking, they should not, and I have never heard of any particularly evil disciples in these three holy places."
"Okay, it's useless to think so much. Just look at the performance of the disciples. I'm just afraid of losing and suffering heavy casualties. I'm just afraid that Wan Dao Sect will have some crooked ideas or something unexpected will happen."
The group of people were a little puzzled and couldn't think of a reason. Jian Wuxin simply waved his hands and stopped thinking about it.
"You have two apprentices among them, aren't you worried at all?" Zhang Xu suddenly asked.
A playful smile suddenly appeared on Jian Wuxin's face, "Why am I not worried? It's useless to just worry. Besides, aren't your disciples among them? Anyway, it's all for the honor of Xuantian Sword Sect."
Du Jun and Zhang Xu knew that Jian Wuxin should have some unknown arrangement, but they didn't want to tell them. They just wanted to test whether Jian Wuxin had arranged a back-up plan, but seeing Jian Wuxin's appearance now, the two of them Suddenly my heart became uncertain again.
"Okay, it's all gone. Let's come here together in a few days to watch their performance. Maybe there will be a different performance this year."
Suddenly, Jian Wuxin chuckled and motioned for everyone to disperse first. Counting the days, Elder Zangyue and others would not arrive for a few more days. At that time, the sect martial arts competition would officially begin.
Du Jun and Zhang Xu looked at each other and looked at each other, wondering what Jian Wuxin was up to.