This day of the Misty Sect is destined to be an extraordinary day.
This day is the annual meeting of the new inner disciples of the Misty Sect.
The top ten disciples will be rewarded.
This is already the practice of the Misty Sect.
This kind of sparring meeting is held every year to encourage new inner disciples to take the lead and encourage outer disciples to continue to work hard.
The sect master and elders of the Misty Sect, as well as the peak masters of each peak, sat in the highest stand, looking at the vigorous disciples below with relief.
"Why hasn't the peak master of Qihe Peak come yet?" The sect master looked at the people around him and asked.
"Who knows, maybe he's flipping his strange things again. He said that he will refine an artifact recently." The elder frowned, and the peak master of Qihe Peak did not seem to like it.
"Artifact? He can make it? It's whimsical and weird all day long." The second elder answered.
"Anyway, he is very gloomy all day, and the disciples under his peak also share his virtue." The third elder also casually echoed, then looked down, saw his granddaughter, and smiled, "This year, my family is furry. Signed a contract with a black turtle, do you want to bet with me, my furry will definitely be the first this year."
"Look at you." The elder rolled his eyes, "Who can break the defense of a black armored turtle with such a strong defense? Your granddaughter beats someone, and others can't beat it, and the grinding will win. What's there to bet on."
"The black turtle hasn't grown up yet, it will be more powerful when it grows up." The third elder said happily.
The second elder listened and rolled his eyes. I don't know where the granddaughter of the third elder found the black turtle, and he also signed a contract with the black turtle. This kid has a limitless future. Heart a little sour!
Just when a steward was about to announce the start of this sparring meeting, a gust of wind suddenly blew in the air, and all the people who blew almost couldn't open their eyes, and their clothes were flying around. After the strong wind passed, a figure floated in the middle of the square.
"The Misty Sect." The person floating in the air made a cool and majestic voice.
Everyone remembers this voice.
This was the voice when Cao Yuanli of Wanhezong was punished and when Tiandaomen was established.
Lord Tiandao? !
Why are you here
"Lord Tiandao." The face of the sect master of the misty sect was solemn, he quickly stood up, and saluted to the sky. The elder peak masters around the sect master also hurriedly saluted.
A crowd of people in the square also hurriedly saluted.
"Chen Xiang, the master of Qihe Peak of the Misty Sect, tortured and killed countless monsters, imprisoned their souls, and committed monstrous crimes. Punishment, burning with fire for seven, seven and forty-nine days, ten thousand arrows piercing the heart for seven, seven and forty-nine days, skinning and bloodletting for three hundred Second, you will never be born again." Tian Miao's tone was calm, but it was endlessly cold and cruel.
Hearing Tian Miao's words, everyone in the Misty Sect looked at her in astonishment. Did they hear it right
Such cruel punishment
What the hell did the peak master of Qihe Peak do
"This, Lord Tiandao, this, is there anything in it..." The sect master hesitated, but after half the words, he suddenly shut up. He forgot that what was in front of him was the way of heaven! The all-knowing way of heaven. If you can say such words, what did Chen Xiang do
Tian Miao ignored the Sect Master's question, but with a wave of his hand, a mass of flesh and blood rolled out and smashed heavily on the square.
(End of this chapter)