That was an old man with bright eyes and gray hair.

Although he feels powerful when walking, his body is a little hunched over the years.

Under the uneven mottled forehead lines, those bright and bright eyes are always filled with gentle smiles.

When standing in front of the square, the old man glanced at him and no one felt the pressure from Haoran.

Some of them are just looking at the small achievements made by the elders with their gratifying eyes.

Even Meng Yang did not expect that this old man, who seemed to be in his seventies, would be so kind and friendly.

It was not as good as before, and his whole body was emitting a majestic momentum, as if a flying god was unattainable.

At this moment, the old man's eyes narrowed, like the vicissitudes of murmuring in his ears spread throughout the square.

As the sound fell, many disciples were still hanging in their throats.

"Since the founding of Qianyuan Sect, it has been developed through the blood and tears of countless ancestors, and it has been obtained by the faith of countless ancestors working hard to protect them. No one is qualified to say whether they are good or bad."

"Same, I don't..." The elder said this, and a hint of loneliness flashed through his gaze.

The Eagle Falcon's eyes avoided the sadness and continued to say, "Maybe in the hearts of many of you, the establishment of Qianyuan Sect is to pursue the supreme state of cultivation, and to constantly compete with other sects to break through themselves in this cruel long river, that would be a big mistake."

"Competition may exist, and there will be battles everywhere, but we must never forget the original intention."

"You can't feel it now, but I believe that one day, you will understand what the existence of Qianyuan Sect is for. In his belief in protecting the thousands of mountains and rivers behind him, who are they fighting with, whom, and whom they fight for their lives."

"It's this feeling again..." Meng Yang, who was standing in front of the square, frowned when he heard this.

The words Lin Anbo Jingtian said before the liquor at the Lin family banquet were exactly the same as the old man gave him.

Meng Yang thought that Lin Anbo did this on purpose, in order to arouse the honor and disgrace of Lin's disciples.

But now, Meng Yang feels that things may be more complicated than he imagined.

"So, what kind of world is the world I traveled through?"

Looking at Fu Tianzhuo who was silently bowing his head beside him, Meng Yang's deep pupils kept glowing with faint waves.

......

"In this way, as the great elder of the Five Peaks, Lao I officially announced the commencement of the sect meeting on behalf of the Five Peaks of Qianyuan Sect."

"From now on, you are the true disciples of Qianyuan Sect."

Huh, for a moment, all the disciples showed excitement on their faces and clenched their fists tightly.

Their continuous efforts to sweat and practice thousands of times were emerging in their minds.

What is for, what is for is not today, what is for is not a bit of recognition and recognition.

Especially when it was recognized by the powerful people in the holy land, their blood was even boiling when they were breathing.

After the old man finished speaking, he glanced at the many disciples in the square with complex and gratifying eyes, and continued: "The next host will be handed over to the mentors of each peak, and they will tell you some things about Qianyuan Sect."

As soon as he finished speaking, five male mentors with different bodies and ages walked out of the Disciples Hall.

After holding his fists and bowing deeply to the old man, the Great Elder of Wufeng nodded and walked towards the Disciples Hall.

Then, the instructor looked at each other and finally set his eyes on a tutor with a big figure and unshaven beard.

With a silent gesture, the middle-aged man raised his eyebrows and walked onto the stage without saying a word.

Before the many disciples could react, a terrifying spiritual power that was so fierce that it was suffocatingly swept across.

Wherever he passed, he caused a burst of pressure from the qi and blood in his disciples' bodies, causing continuous pain.

Support your body, stand on the platform with your feet and legs, and then put them on the Buddha and are crushed to the same hips in an instant.

Even when I breathe, I feel that I am not sucking in air, but the sharp and sharp ice tips that cut off people's flesh and blood.

Unlike the relaxed and comfortable feeling that they had just faced with the Great Elder, they now understand what it means to be a sea of ​​swords and fire.

Moreover, this pressure that was enough to make people crushed not only did not disappear, but also enveloped the entire square for a long time.

"The power of the spirit suppression is a strength that can only be achieved in the Heavenly Fetal Realm."

"Chu Wu, Gong Wu, Ju Wu, Merge Body, Tian Fei, doesn't this mentor have the strength to be close to the realm of Zhenwu Grand Master."

"Just just has momentum, it actually affects within ten thousand meters, so powerful..."

In the crowd, everyone was frightened by this aura that looked like heavenly power, and they kept screaming.

The beads of sweat the size of beans were secreted from their foreheads in an instant, making the cold windy back wet with cold sweat while breathing.

The disciple who had not yet completed the Bone-Changing Realm of the Orthodox Realm, had not been able to survive for a moment and collapsed on the ground on the spot.

Meng Yang was the only one who gritted his teeth and stood there in shock.

【The meat pile skill successfully resists an attack, with a proficiency of 300, and the current proficiency of 3641/20000】

[The meat pile skill successfully resists an attack, with a proficiency of 400, and the current proficiency of 4041/20000]

【The meat pile skill successfully resists an attack, with a proficiency of 500, and the current proficiency of 4541/20000】

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"The Heavenly Fetal Realm is simply unimaginable..."

Meng Yang bit his lips tightly, and his eyebrows were filled with horror.

Especially when I saw the information of the meat piles that were refreshing in my pupils, my bright eyes emitted a brilliant light.

After a few more breaths, it was the disciple of the Five Qis to the Yuan realm who could not hold on and fell to the ground.

One, two, three, and as time went by, more five energys fell toward the Yuan disciples.

In the blink of an eye, there were less than three thousand people standing in the square with tens of thousands of people.

Among these three thousand people, some of them, half-step Sanhua, and even the people from the Sanhua Realm looked at Meng Yang and Fu Tianzhuo from time to time.

They did not forget that when these two people appeared, their reputation made them extremely poor.

But at this moment, they had to reexamine Meng Yang and Fu Tianzhuo.

Because compared to them who were almost unable to hold on, the two of them had no trace of trembling except for their constant sweat on their foreheads.

Some other mentors who were still observing in the attic of the Disciple Hall were also attracted by the performance of the two.

Even Lin Simin, who bet on Meng Yang with half of her wealth, had her eyes full of dazzling beauty and stared at her.

"There are still thousands of people who are persisting. This is an opportunity to perform, and it is also an opportunity to test strength and potential."

"But the bones of the limbs have not been condensed yet. Even if you rely on the flesh stance, it will be my limit after five breaths. What should I do!"

Looking at Fu Tianzhuo who was still slightly relaxed beside him, Meng Yang squeaked his teeth.

Unwilling to be stubborn and unyielding in his heart made his whole face look pale and terrible.

As the veins spread, his whole body showed a half-squat, like a mountain pressing on his back.

Whether it is the limbs, legs, and knees, the sound of bone friction sounding under this huge pressure.

As long as Meng Yang is willing, he can fall to the ground at any time, and he will feel comfortable only when he falls to the ground.

But this approach is tantamount to admit defeat. Will Meng Yang admit defeat?

"No, no, never."
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