"Sect Master Li, I don't know what you think, which faction should this Sword Hunting Peak be in charge of?" Wen Yu said deliberately.
As soon as the man heard it, he thought he had agreed and handed over the Xunjian Peak, and he smiled even more proudly, "Master Wen, in the cultivation world, the Minghua faction is the strongest, and the Minghua faction Zhao Sect Master is the most powerful. It is the cultivation of the late Nascent Soul. It is more appropriate to be in charge of the Minghua faction."
Wen Yu looked at Zhao Yiyang, the head of the Minghua faction, who was silent on the right side, "Head Zhao also thinks that Xunjianfeng should be handed over to the Minghua faction?"
Zhao Yiyang smiled and said slowly, "If all the factions trust me and think that the Minghua faction can take on this important task, then it's natural for Zhao to do so."
With a humble face on his face, the other factions were even more determined, each with the self-confidence that should have been given to him.
The more Wen Yu listened to it, the more angry he became. It was obviously that the Minghua faction had negotiated with the other factions, but it was brought up through the Sword Hunting Conference, forcing him to respond. The bitterness is that in the past, he really couldn't refute it. Under pressure, he had to agree, but now...
He sneered, the more angry, the calmer the expression on his face, "Sect Leader Zhao said very much, Xunjian Peak really needs enough strength to be able to defend it, otherwise it is very easy to be attacked. Evil cultivator and 'little man' calculation." He deliberately emphasized the word "little man" and glanced around the crowd, but seeing that everyone seemed to be in no pain or itching, he felt more and more contempt in his heart.
"Don't worry, Hall Master Wen!" Zhao Yiyang said solemnly, "I will do my best to protect this Sword Hunting Peak."
"I naturally believe in the strength of the head of Zhao, but..." Wen Yu's words changed, and his face was embarrassed.
"What is the hidden meaning of Palace Master Wen, you might as well say it directly."
"To be honest, a few days ago, I sent a senior who has been in retreat for many years. She suddenly left. She is also very good at practicing weapons and wants to practice a weapon that is handy." Wen Yu sighed, "I see She has excellent aptitude and didn't want to miss out on talents, so she handed Xunjianfeng the key to opening her eyes to her. At present, Xunjianfeng is still in her hands. If Sect Master Zhao really wants to share the worries for me, he has to ask. She can."
Zhao Yiyang frowned. This is obviously Wen Yu's procrastination. Couldn't help but get a little annoyed.
The heads of other factions, who were gangsters on the side, couldn't help it, and they came out to criticize them one after another.
"Who is it, you tell her to come out. We should reason with her."
"That's right! This Sword Hunting Peak is only opened once every ten years, why should she let her go first?"
"Even if it's a disciple of the Temple of the Relics, you can't be so casual."
"Let her come out and hand over the key in person, why does Xunjianfeng give it to anyone?"
"Could it be that her strength can surpass that of Zhao Zhenren? I want to see who has such courage."
"Yes. Let her out."
Everyone, you talked about it one by one, but Wen Yu looked like an old god was there. Instead, he looked at the head of the Minghua faction, "Young Daoist Zhao, what do you mean?"
Zhao Yiyang smiled, "Of course I want to meet him too. The person in charge of Sword Hunting Peak."
Wen Yu sighed, the play was almost done, it was time for the main dish. As a result, there was no further refusal. He recruited a disciple and said, "You go to Tianling Peak and invite the ancestors to come down the mountain. It means that the head of the Hua faction wants to see her."
"No need." A cold voice sounded, and the pressure of the god-transforming stage instantly enveloped the entire hall. The people who were talking about it just now became quiet in an instant. The Nascent Soul cultivator was okay, and the other disciples had already supported it. Unable to bear such coercion, he knelt down to the ground, everyone opened their eyes in disbelief, Venerable Spirit Transformation Stage!
With a flash of white light, a figure suddenly appeared in the center of the hall, "I'm already here."
"I've seen my ancestors." Wen Yu stepped forward in a particularly shy manner, bowed to Zhu Yao, and the smiles in the corners of his eyes were about to fly.
In fact, Zhu Yao's consciousness has been paying attention to the situation here, so as soon as she heard Wen Yu asked the disciple to invite her, she knew that it was time to pretend.
Therefore, the coercion on his body did not mean to push his back, and he was full of tyranny, especially the head of the Minghua faction on the right.
He even walked over there on purpose, and slapped his face word by word, "I heard you want to see me?"
Zhao Yiyang broke out in a cold sweat, fell down, and tried his best to avoid kneeling under the pressure, and his bowels suddenly turned blue. How do not know.
"The venerable atonement, I don't know that the venerable is the person in charge of Xunjian Peak, so... it should be down to meet the venerable."
Zhu Yao sat down at the highest position in the hall, and glanced at the hall for a week. At a glance, everyone had a constipated face that swallowed Xiang.
When she turned her palm, she saw a small sword with thick fingertips floating in her palm, "It seems that everyone has a lot of opinions on me in charge of Xunjian Peak? Well, if you think you are more suitable, try to come here. Get me this eye-opening key."
How dare everyone take it, doesn't this obviously offend a spiritual monk? It will be blasted to rubbish.
They all said that this was just a misunderstanding, and they couldn't help complaining that Minghua, who encouraged various factions, sent them.
"It turned out to be so, I'll keep this key." He said why the old man Wen Yu had to give her the key from the fortress yesterday, it turned out to be for slap in the face at this time.
Seeing that she didn't pursue it, everyone was relieved, "But..." Zhu Yao's words changed, "It's too troublesome to open the Xunjian Peak once every ten years, and I don't have time to wait to open the door for you, so this Xunjianfeng opens the door once every ten years. The timing of the sword has to be changed, and it will be opened once every 50 years in the future.”
Everyone's face turned completely black, what does it mean to steal chicken and not lose rice? However, they were at fault first, so they couldn't speak out and refuted it, so they could only stare at the Minghua faction, the culprit.
The head of Zhao is even more heartbroken. He still has the power of transforming gods on his body. It is already amazing to be able to stand well. How can he still have the heart to control the mood of the crowd.
As a result, a fair and above-mentioned meeting of grabbing resources came to an end under the half-coercion and half-threat of Zhu Yao. No matter what the sect has taken advantage of, the sword hunt once every ten years has been changed to once every fifty years.
"If you have no opinion, today's Sword Hunting Conference will begin." Wen Yu walked out without giving other people time to react, and gave Zhu Yao a grateful glance, "Also ask the ancestors to open the Sword Hunting Conference. Peak formation."
Zhu Yao nodded and didn't have the patience to intrigue with this group of people here. Directly took everyone to fly to the dark mountain. Only upon closer inspection did I realize that the Sword-hunting Peak was more like a spiritual mine, but instead of spiritual stones, it produced materials for various training tools.
Various formations were laid on the entire peak. At first glance, it was just an ugly mountain, but upon closer inspection, it was found that there were floating magic symbols around the mountain. Zhu Yao was a little amazed at the formation techniques in this world, which looked very advanced.
The brigade stopped at the foot of the mountain, and Zhu Yao injected silk aura into the key in his hand. In an instant, the key emitted a dazzling golden light and flew straight towards the mountain. After a while, the whole mountain shook like a three-dimensional image. A moment, and then the phantom flashed its real appearance.
Different from the pitch-black scorched mountain before, there was actually a mountain filled with various magic weapons and spirit swords, and there were many spirit swords flying around in the air.
"Seeking Sword Peak's spiritual weapon, those who are destined to get it, everyone please." Wen Yu said aloud, and the disciples of the various factions walked towards the mountain with excitement. In this sword hunt, the only ones who are really happy are the low-level disciples who have been able to enter the mountain in these ten years.
Only the Nascent Soul cultivators led by various factions were left at the scene. Although Xunjian Peak had many spiritual weapons, a person could only choose one weapon in his life, and those who had already chosen would not get a new one if they entered again. The magic weapon admits.
"Old Ancestor, won't you go in and have a look?" Wen Yu came over, and even he was a little surprised when he said that, this Venerable Yu Yao seems to be very poor. Even the flying spirit sword under his feet is what he wants. He really doubted how she lived to become a god.
"Yeah." Zhu Yao nodded, thinking that he really needed a weapon, he looked around, and there was a black iron stone next to him, "Just practice one yourself, just choose this one."
The corner of Wen Yu's mouth twitched, "Isn't the old ancestor going to choose? The materials in the peak are all spiritual and will fit the master better." Why did she choose the most common black iron stone? "And the material within the peak, both in quality and quantity, is plentiful."
"That's right!" Zhu Yao nodded, "This black iron stone is too small to practice a sword, so let's go in and choose a larger black iron stone."
"..." Can you spare the black iron stone
However, Zhu Yao has already stepped into the peak. She has no interest in advanced materials, so she uses her rhythm to kill herself. No matter how good the materials are, they are wasted.
Black iron stone is a common material. After walking a distance, she found a suitable size. Just as she was about to reach out to pick up the black iron stone, suddenly a white boulder rolled beside it, knocking the black iron stone away. , appeared by her hand.
Zhu Yao frowned and didn't think much about it, thinking it was the wind, it was just a coincidence. So he took another two steps forward, and continued to want to pick up the black iron stone. As soon as he stretched out his hand, the white stone just rolled over again, and with a slap, it knocked the black iron stone away again.
"… "
How do you feel that this stone is intentional, Zhu Yao frowned, and continued to pick up the black iron stone without believing in evil. Sure enough, the white stone rolled over again, and this time it hit harder, knocking the black iron stone out a meter or two.
The white stone stopped quietly under her hand, as if to pick it up quickly.
Zhu Yao had a black thread, she really didn't want to pick it up, she used a wind trick to blow the white stone out a few meters, and turned her head to continue towards the black iron stone. This time, before she could bend down, the white stone had already rolled back, and it rolled very fast, but was blocked by a dead tree.