Entering the place where the inner disciples practiced, Lin Fan found that it was much quieter, not as lively as usual.
On some cliffs and under the fierce waterfalls, some disciples can be seen practicing there.
Seeing these inner disciples who were cultivating so hard, Lin Fan didn't bother him either.
When Lin Fan was walking towards the mountain peak of the suzerain, Zong Hentian walked towards him.
"Uncle Lin." Zong Hentian had a smile on his face when he saw Uncle Lin. He hadn't seen Uncle Lin since he came back from the siege.
"Martial nephew, seeing how leisurely you are, you must be very confident in this competition for the strongest talent." Lin Fan said with a smile.
Zong Hentian smiled awkwardly, "Uncle, please don't praise and kill nephew, nephew came out to relax because of lack of confidence."
"It hasn't even been contested yet, so why are you so unconfident?" Lin Fan said.
"Uncle, this nephew really has no confidence." Zong Hentian is under a lot of pressure now, and some juniors in the sect are very optimistic about themselves in this battle for the strongest Tianjiao.
But Zong Hentian knew best in his heart that he had no confidence at all in this competition for the strongest disciple of Tianjiao.
Three years ago, he participated once, and was hanged up and beaten by the Tianjiao of the Nine Heavens Sect. Now, in the past three years, Zong Hentian has worked hard and cultivated desperately. Although he has made great progress, he has not Dare to say that I can win.
"Just do your best. By the way, tell me, what is the meaning of the battle of the strongest genius." Lin Fan and Zong Hentian came to a stone bench, and they sat down to talk with.
"Uncle, what I want to say here must start three thousand years ago. At that time, the suzerain of Shengzong and the suzerain of Jiuxiaozong were life-and-death friends. When the two ancestors were still disciples, they met when they were practicing in the forbidden area. However, according to the records, once the two had a quarrel when they were discussing who was the better disciple of the sect. In the end, neither of them accepted the other, so they set up a competition like the strongest Tianjiao battle, which lasted until It's today." Zong Hentian said.
"Then what's the reward for winning the game?" Lin Fan asked.
"No." Zong Hentian shook his head and said.
When Lin Fan heard this, he was taken aback for a moment, and he continued to work so hard without any reward, but he shook his head helplessly, "Then what's the point of this? If there is no reward, how can the disciples be motivated?"
When Zong Hentian heard Lin Fan's words, he immediately shook his head and corrected, "Uncle, this is not the case. Although there is no reward, this battle of the strongest genius is very important to the sect, so we must not lose."
Seeing Zong Hentian's appearance, Lin Fan felt a little helpless. It seems that this battle of the strongest genius was a rule that was finally settled by two ancestors who refused to accept the other three thousand years ago.
And these younger generations have continued until now, which is really helpless.
"Well, come on, my uncle is optimistic about you." Lin Fan got up and patted Zong Hentian on the shoulder, ready to leave.
"Well, uncle, I can only do my best." Zong Hentian nodded in response.
…
noon.
A huge warship appeared on the holy sect.
The disciples of the Holy Sect looked at the battleship in the sky and discussed in a low voice.
For some disciples, this is the first time they have seen Jiuxiaozong, but for some disciples who have experienced the battle of the strongest Tianjiao once every three years, these disciples of Jiuxiaozong are really disgusting.
Standing in the crowd, Lin Fan looked at the huge warship in the sky, and he couldn't help sighing, whoever said that the sect doesn't want face, this Nine Heavens Sect must be a sect that really cares about face.
This warship is several times bigger than the warship of the Holy Sect. If the battleship of the Sacred Sect is floating in the air, it will be nothing compared to the big one.
The reception this time was presided over by the Supreme Elder Wu Ya.
"Wu Ya, I haven't seen you for a few years, but your Holy Sect's territory is getting smaller and smaller, and there is no place to park our Nine Heavens Sect's warship." On the battleship, an old man with white beard said with a smile.
Looking at the situation in front of him, Lin Fan also felt that the old man was a little bit hung up, and this opening was full of gunpowder.
"Brother Yi Chu, I haven't seen you for a few years, but I've aged a lot. Now that I'm here, I don't want to come down to talk about it." Elder Wu Ya smiled and shook his head.
"Okay." At this moment, Liang Yichu, the elder of the Nine Heavens Sect, swayed his white robe in the wind, crossed down from the battle boat, and came in front of Wu Ya.
At this moment, Lin Fan could see clearly the appearance of the elder of the Nine Heavens Sect.
The figure is not tall, and the figure is slightly round, like a tumbler, and the big belly seems to be pregnant in October.
The two Supreme Elders looked at each other, and their calm eyes seemed to be filled with infinite love.
"Haha." The two looked at each other for a long time, and finally laughed out loud and hugged each other, as if they had a very deep relationship.
The Holy Sect and the Nine Heavens Sect have a long history. Three thousand years ago, because of the friendship between the two ancestors, now that they have been together for a long time, the relationship is naturally much deeper.
Of course, this is only for the older generation, but it is not the case for the new generation of disciples.
"Okay, let's all come down." Liang Yichu waved his sleeves, and the battle boat gradually shrunk, and a disciple named Tianjiao of the Nine Heavens Sect flew down from the battle boat.
All of them looked haughty and glanced at Shengzong with sharp eyes.
"Brother Wuya, what do you think?" Liang Yichu said with a smile. He is very satisfied with the disciples of the Nine Heavens Sect. He has produced a lot of talents. Now that he is brought to the Holy Sect, it is also meant to show off.
Wu Ya glanced at it, stroked his white beard, did not speak for a long time, and finally smiled, "Not bad, not bad, there are several good seedlings."
"Brother Wu Ya, you're not being kind. Could it be that you are a good seedling?" Liang Yichu said.
Wu Ya smiled and didn't speak, but he felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, but he had to admit that some of the disciples who came this time were not ordinary good seedlings.
It can be compared with Mieqiongqi of this sect three years ago, but this Mieqiongqi... Sigh.
Lin Fan looked at the dozens of disciples of the Nine Heavens Sect, and sighed in his heart, they were indeed very powerful.
It's just that there is something wrong with these Nine Heavens Sect disciples.
All of them had their nostrils upturned, as if they were the best in the world, especially those disciples, with their hands behind their backs, as if they were acting as peerless masters.
The appearance of Gao Leng not paying attention to everyone made people feel the urge to beat him up.
The disciples of the Holy Sect around were whispering.
"Look at that guy's eyes, you really want to beat him up."
"Yeah, and that guy, that look in his eyes seems to ignore our Holy Ancestor, it's really annoying."
"Hmph, they're pretending here now, and when the Tianjiao fights, those senior brothers in the inner sect will definitely teach them a lesson."
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"Brother Wu Ya, I just happened to show you my direct disciple. Xin Feng came over to pay a visit to Senior Wu Ya." Liang Yichu shouted towards a disciple behind him.
In the front row of the disciples of the Nine Heavens Sect, a handsome young man walked forward calmly. Every step he took was extremely slow, but he came to Liang Yichu's side in an instant.
shrink into an inch.
An extremely profound technique.
"Xinfeng, pay my respects to Senior Wuya." Liang Yichu said.
"En." Xin Feng looked at the Supreme Elder Wu Ya, and just nodded his head indifferently, as if he had paid his respects.
"Brother Wu Ya, I'm sorry, my disciple has this personality, no matter how he changes it, he can't change it." Liang Yichu said with a smile, but the meaning in his heart was very clear, my disciple just dragged him, there was no way.
Elder Wuya shook his head and smiled, expressing that he didn't care about it.
Looking at this Xinfeng, Lin Fan felt ten thousand grass-mud horses galloping past him. This guy was even more aggressive than himself. It seemed that he needed to suppress it.
Let it understand that being a man can't be too arrogant.