The voice fell, and a group of elders suddenly appeared on the top of Shengxian Valley.
These elders, one by one, are powerful and solemn, and they are masters at first glance.
However, Yao Lao frowned slightly, and a trace of displeasure flashed in his old eyes:
"Unexpectedly, the old man, I haven't returned to Dalin Temple in 20 years, and the elders of the Ascension Conference have become kiddies. It's really declining and people's hearts are not old!"
Elder Yao didn't speak loudly, but the elders on the top of the mountain heard clearly.
Hearing this, Young Master Jianglong frowned slightly, and a trace of displeasure flashed through the tiger's eyes.
But when he thought of Yao Lao's special status in Dalin Temple, Young Master Jianglong didn't say much.
Those young elders also looked upset, but did not speak.
In fact, the average age of these young elders, with the exception of Young Master Jianglong, is more than fifty years old.
however!
Compared with Baisui Yao, they are called babes, which is also the past.
It's just that there are so many disciples today, but Yao Lao also said that this is too frustrating.
"It seems that Yao is always among the younger generation of Dalin Temple, and it is unpopular." Deng Jiuling shook his head slightly, and suddenly mourned the little fat man.
I don’t know if this is the blessing of the little fat man or the sorrow of the little fat man.
"You don't know Elder Yao, the elders have their own affairs, and the secular matters of the sect are now handled by the young elders." Zhao Dali rubbed his hands and said with a smile.
"Nonsense, the old man has eaten more salt than the rice you have eaten, how can the old man not know?" Yao Lao scolded.
Zhao Dali: "..."
Deng Jiuling had a black line on his face and finally understood Yao Lao why he would like Xiao Yan.
Because Xiao Yan is so careless, he doesn't care about anything!
Only Xiao Yan's simple and ignorant character can stand Yao Lao's reprimand.
And this kind of character, Yao Lao just looked at it.
However, Deng Jiuling can also be sure that Little Fatty must have something to do with others.
Otherwise, even if Xiao Yan's personality is good, he will not be able to get into his eyes with Yao Lao's high coldness.
But what is the advantage of Little Fatty? Because the injury was too serious, Deng Jiuling couldn't see it for the time being.
"This year's Ascension Conference is divided into two parts."
A monk wearing a black robe, standing with his hands behind his back, standing coldly on the top of the mountain.
He was majestic and old, and he was instantly silver, and once again resounded through the sky: "The first link is free combat."
"You can fight with each other, as long as the fighting power is strong enough, you can pass the level."
"As for the second stage, if you can't pass the first stage, there is no need to know."
"The poor monk must remind you that there are no eyes, no swords and no mercy. If you are afraid of death, then don't participate in the war."
When the voice fell, a disciple of Dalin Temple immediately took a folder and asked the contestants to sign the letter of life and death one by one.
Dalin Temple has gone through a thousand years of development, and the Ascension Conference has been held many times. Naturally, there is a complete and mature process.
Soon, all the teenagers, including Deng Jiuling, signed the certificate of life and death.
"Since everyone has no objections, the first level officially begins."
At this scene, the old monk who was watching nodded slightly, and the old voice sounded again.
When the voice fell, the referee picked up the lottery box, drew out two pieces of paper at random, and said loudly: "9527, play against 250!"
Wow!
When the voice fell, the two teenagers immediately leaped into the air and jumped onto the ring.
"please!"
"please!"
Boom!
The two teenagers clasped their fists and saluted and then fought quickly.
"Young Master, the martial artist who came this time is also Dacheng Grandmaster, and there are quite a few 9th Grade Grandmasters." Lan Jian said in a low voice.
"There are many disciples who want to join Dalin Temple, and naturally there are many masters." Deng Jiuling nodded, looking forward to it.
If you were in the East China Sea, even a low-level master would be enough to walk sideways.
But in the Western Regions, even a high-ranking grandmaster could be killed if he pretended to be forced.
Among the four seas, the martial arts of the Western Regions is the strongest!
This point, from today's Ascension Conference, is enough to peek one or two.
"In fact, in previous years' Ascension Conference, the competition was not so cruel."
"This year's cruelty is because this year's Ascension Conference is an elite conference held every twenty years."
Looking at the graceful shadow of Lan Jian, Zhao Dali felt hot in his heart and couldn't help but say again.
"Elite Conference?" Hearing this, Lan Jian was taken aback, and his beautiful eyes were full of curiosity.
"The Elite Conference is held once every twenty years, and all participants must be Grand Master Dacheng or above."
Hu's second wife stared at Lan Jian thinking about it, and explained with a smile.
It turns out that in Dalin Temple, disciples will be transformed into ranks according to their potential.
A disciple with good potential, even if it's just a handyman, will be intensively cultivated.
The disciples with average potential let them fend for themselves and no one pays attention.
Regardless of resources, contacts, and various opportunities, potential disciples will be inclined.
If you want to become a potential disciple, you can be directly appointed by the elder, or it can be the annual potential assessment of Dalin Temple.
But the quickest way is the elite meeting held every 20 years.
In other words, this year's Ascension Conference is actually the most difficult one in the past two decades.
And this year's Ascension Conference, once the assessment is successful, you will become a potential disciple.
"It's no wonder that the world's heroes gathered this year, and everyone is excellent." Lan Jian suddenly realized.
"Junior Sister Lan Jian, you have an order to promote immortality, and you are already a potential disciple, congratulations." Zhao Dali clasped his fists and smiled with envy in his eyes.
Zhao Dali was just an ordinary handyman disciple, he naturally envied Lan Jian.
"Then I... Give the token to the son." Lan Jian was a little flustered.
"How about that?"
Upon hearing this, Hu Lao Er suddenly became angry: "The Ascension Token can only be activated once and cannot be transferred."
"But this token itself belongs to my son." Lan Jian's expression changed a little with dignity.
"But you met Young Master Jianglong, and he has already activated the Immortal Ascension Order for you."
Older Tiger sneered and said, "If you want to give Xiao Jiu, then neither of you can join Dalin Temple."
Hu Lao Er is different from Zhao Dali, he is a potential disciple himself, and his martial arts is also very good.
If he didn't think that the blue sword was beautiful and coveted the beauty of the blue sword, the second tiger would not come.
However, Hu's second child also knows himself. He sees that Young Master Jianglong is interested in Lan Jian.
The second tiger asked himself that he couldn't compete with Young Master Jianglong, but he was also ambitious about Lan Jian. He hoped that if he had a chance, what would happen to him.
But Hu's second child knows that Deng Jiuling is nothing in his eyes.
Deng Jiuling is not much different from the waste now.
As a potential disciple, Hu's second child naturally looks down on such "junk".
Dalin Temple is a sacred place of martial arts in the world, even if it is just a handyman here, it is naturally superior.
So when I heard that Lan Jian was about to give up the promotion order, Hu's second child naturally quit.
When Zhao Dali heard this, he immediately understood that Hu's second child did not want Deng Jiuling to join Dalin Temple.
In this regard, Zhao Dali was a little speechless, but did not dare to refute.
And Zhao Dali did not want Deng Jiuling to join Dalin Temple.
Deng Jiuling is the son of Blue Sword. If he joins Dalin Temple, it is naturally unrealistic for others to pursue Blue Sword.
After all, not everyone can see that Young Master Jiang Long is interested in Blue Sword in his heart.
And even if Young Master Jiang Long is interesting, if Blue Sword is not a bird, others will have a chance.
"Blue Sword, forget it, don't fight." Lying on the stretcher, Deng Jiuling said with a smile: "I have given you the Shengxian Order. Even if you give it to me, I won't want it."
"But... Young Master!" Hearing this, Lan Jian was a little anxious.
"Lan Jian, didn't I promise you to help you find a wishful man?"
Deng Jiuling smiled and arrived at the goods: "There are countless powerhouses in Dalin Temple, and there are many arrogances. I believe there must be your true emperor."
"The son." Lan Jian choked with his nails embedded in his arms.
Son, the person Lan Jian likes is you.
Under the abyss, Lan Jian wore a few sword slaves, and was sure to kill Deng Jiuling and the woman in red.
At that time, the lady in red was in the middle of her advancement, her cultivation had reached the most critical moment, and she couldn't move at all.
At that time, Lan Jian looked excited, knowing that the lady in red was dead.
Unexpectedly!
The uncle who looked down on Blue Sword the most, grabbed his feet, unexpectedly hugged Blue Sword.
Blue Sword has never been touched by a man, even if Long San wanted to use it strong, he was blocked by the Long Family ancestor.
That was the first time for Blue Sword!
Being held by a strange man, Lan Jian fell into a brief loss of consciousness at the time.
but!
That's all!
What shocked Blue Sword most was that Deng Jiuling, at the time, was desperate to bite himself for the lady in red.
Even if several sword slaves stabbed many swords, Deng Jiuling still did not let go!
Shocked!
At that time, Lan Jian couldn't understand what kind of power it was, and he didn't let it go to support Deng Jiuling.
Until today, Lan Jian finally understood.
It turned out that it was-feelings!
Yes, only feelings can inspire miracles!
"The son and the woman in red were separated inexplicably, and the woman in red thought he was dead. What is going on?"
"And I actually fell in love with the son, why?"
A mist of water gradually appeared in the blue sword's beautiful eyes.
Deng Jiuling is dedicated to life and death, and he is so bold and kind to Blue Sword...
All of this moved Lan Jian and wanted to dedicate himself.
Unfortunately, Lan Jian understood that Deng Jiuling was a gentleman and would not want himself at all.
Ugh!
Why does such a good man have a scar on his face
Lan Jian was a bit aggrieved.
"Lan Jian, don't think too much. Although I don't have a token for promotion, I don't necessarily lose when the game is played." Deng Jiuling said with a smile.
"Yeah." Lan Jian nodded and stopped talking.
However, in Lan Jian's mind, he had already made up his mind if something happened to Deng Jiuling for a while.
Even if it is desperate, Lan Jian and Deng Jiuling must live and die together!
Boom!
The next moment, with the rumbling on the ring, the battle has been announced.
"9527, win!"
The old monk's old voice resounded across the sky.
"The next battle, 666, battle 222!"
As the old monk's voice sounded again, the atmosphere of the audience instantly became fiery.