This old and young man are all innocent faces and have never appeared in the world. No one of them knows so many people in the world.

The key is that their breath is very subtle and intriguing.

These two are the sword god and Hou Yuan.

The sword god was still haggard, as if he was about to be blown down by the wind, but the faint aura emitted from his body made him terrified.

He was like a treasure sword, hiding all the sharpness in the scabbard. It was hard to imagine how sharp the treasure sword hidden in the scabbard was.

On the other hand, Hou Yuan showed his sharpness, as if he was afraid that others would not know his power, and his eagerness to try was also incredible.

"Who are they?" someone whispered.

But no one answered, and the mountain master seemed to deliberately not answer everyone's doubts, and sat in the main seat with big strides. The two of them did not sit down, but stood on the edge of the crowd, their eyes swept through the crowd.

Swish!

The two seemed to have magic power. People in the world were afraid of being afraid to look at them, and they dared not get close to them.

So, the two of them turned into a vacuum area.

The two of them remained unchanged and did not feel uncomfortable at all because of this situation.

The mountain master looked around and said loudly: "You all come from afar, on behalf of Lingshan, I welcome you."

"You are welcome to be polite!"

"It is also our honor to come to Lingshan, especially the grand occasion of the ceremony of succession."

Everyone was polite with each other.

The mountain master seemed to be unhappy and continued, "You are all here to participate in the succession ceremony, right?"

"Of course!"

Everyone looked at the mountain master for no reason, not understanding the profound meaning of his words.

"The Succession Ceremony is the most important grand ceremony of a sect. It is a grand event in the world when you meet once in a few decades.

The mountain master was indifferent and said, "Is that so? It's a pity that I'm going to disappoint you."

disappointment?

Everyone looked at each other and was confused.

"There is no master of the New Mountain in Lingshan." The subject of the mountain said in a shocking way, which scared many people to scream.

How could there be no Johor Bahru master at the succession ceremony? Isn’t this funny?

"Haha, the mountain master really has humorous cells, and is joking with us." Someone was embarrassed and smoothed out.

No one laughed at Lingshan, but his eyes were cold, and the atmosphere suddenly became awkward, and the smile on the faces of people in the world immediately frozen.

The expression became very exciting.

Someone gasped and asked nervously: "Is there really no Johor Bahru master?"

The mountain master shook his head and denied: "No!"

Decisive!

Everyone finally realized that the situation had changed, and the change was too big, which surprised people.

"Without the Lord of Johor Bahru, then what is the succession ceremony?"

Someone was outspoken and complained angrily.

The mountain master glanced at the man indifferently and said, "It seems that you are very angry. Are there any other fellow practitioners in the world angry?"

Everyone looked at me, and I looked at you, and seemed to hear a little implicit sound, and the atmosphere gradually became very strange and unpredictable.

No one answered.

The mountain master nodded and said, "It seems that you are the only one who is dissatisfied."

As soon as this statement was said, someone had already heard the mystery. An uneasy feeling came to his heart. The person involved's eyelids were pounding and he realized that something was wrong.

"you……"

He had only had time to speak out one person. Suddenly, a sword light flashed, and there was a wound on the man's neck, blood was pouring, and it started to soar.

"ah!"

The people nearby were squirting into blood, screaming in surprise, and retreating around in panic.

The man covered his neck, and blood flowed out of his fingers. His trachea was separated and blood came out of his mouth.

He looked at the person in front of him in despair. At some point, there was another person in front of him.

The man was holding a sword in his hand, and blood was sliding down from the tip of the sword bit by bit, falling to the ground with a slight splattering small blood flowers.

Everyone also looked at the man in horror and shouted: "Feng Wujiang!"

Feng Wujiang used his hand and a sword to seal the throat, killing the man's life.

Plop!

The man fell to the ground and died with his eyes open.

"Feng Wujiang, what are you doing? You actually killed someone. You are digging your own grave and becoming enemies with the world." Someone accused indignation.

Feng Wujiang had no expression on his face, as if he had just stepped on an ant to death.

As for the accusation and threat, he didn't care at all.

"Stop talking." The good man woke up and hurriedly grabbed the man and whispered: "The situation has changed."

The man also realized something was wrong, and his eyes turned to look at the mountain master who was sitting firmly on Diaoyutai, and the indifferent elders of Lingshan.

Gulu!

Someone swallowed and cold sweat fell from his forehead.

Feng Wujiang killed people clearly because of the instructor of the mountain master. Now everyone understands that it is not Feng Wujiang who wants to kill people, but Shanzhu killed people.

Kill the chicken to scare the monkey!

what does that mean?

Everyone was in a daze and looked around. Whether in the hall or outside, there were people from Lingshan, layer by layer, surrounding them was already scattered.

Everyone looked at me, I looked at you, moved their lips, but no one spoke. No one wanted to be the first to be a bird and was sealed with a sword.

The leader of the Tang sect and the Buddhist sons looked at each other, thinking that what was coming was finally here.

The mountain master was really cruel and ruthless. He killed people directly after he had disagreement. Even they were caught off guard and it was too late to save people.

Now that the dumplings are wrapped, everyone is in danger, and the situation is getting more and more critical.

There was no one in the crowd. Faced with the oppression of the mountain master, everyone seemed to have a sword hanging above their heads, which could fall down at any time and take their lives.

The atmosphere was extremely depressing, making people almost breathless.

The leader of the Tang Sect sighed, and he knew he had to appear.

At this time, if no one stood up, the mountain master's goal would be achieved, and just one move to kill the chicken to warn the monkey would shock the people in the world.

The leader of the Tang sect cannot sit idly.

So he walked out straight, and the crowd automatically separated a road, all his eyes focused on the leader of the Tang sect, and many people saw hope in their eyes.

The leader of the Tang Sect is not an ordinary gangster, but a master of a famous sect. The meaning of his appearance is different.

The mountain master still looked unchanged, as if he had expected the Tang sect leader to stand up.

The leader of the Tang Sect walked to the deceased, squatted down and closed his eyes, stood up again, facing Feng Wujiang's four eyes.

Feng Wujiang had no expression on his face, but his hand holding the sword burst out with blue veins, which clearly tightened.

"Feng Wujiang, your sword is so fast, but it has become a sword in the hands of others. From then on, this sword will no longer be your sword." The Tang Sect Master said meaningfully.

Feng Wujiang's mouth twitched for a moment. Of course he understood the profound meaning of these words, but he had already taken this step and could not turn back.
Chapter completed!