The entire Tai Chi Hall was silent.

Old Ancestor Hongjun sat on a bench on a high place and glanced at the dozen people who were drooping and dejected. The face of the immortal Ning Yu from Shanhai Peak was the most ugly. He taught so many outstanding soldiers and disciples were everywhere. They were obviously so outstanding, so why were they beaten up in their own territory today?

Only Ning Xiu, the eldest disciple in front of him, can also play more than a dozen moves with the disciple of Yuezun.

All his face was lost.

Among these dozen elders, the only female elder is Ning Yu, who is called the model of female cultivators in the world and the eight wildernesses, and Ning Yu has tried to maintain a position in the top ten places in the Kunlun Palace for this reason.

Although Ning Xiu relied on his talent to become third after the Pure Yuan Shangshen Sleeping, judging from the competition just now, it was simply a difference between heaven and earth.

"Yes, Ning Xiu, why did he admit defeat by himself?" Another member was also an elder of Shanhaifeng. He sat on the chair with a very complaining tone.

Ning Yu smiled dryly, extremely helpless: "All the secrets have been used, and even a sword formation cannot be broken through. Do you refuse to admit defeat and wait for someone to knock him into the wall with his backhand?"

She was right. Ning Xiu was facing such a desperate scene at that time.

Almost all the mystery of the top level of Kunlun Palace Mountain and Sea Peak was used. Not only did he fail to break through Fu Chen's sword formation, but he even failed to suppress his movements and sword skills.

The man in front of him is like a perfect fortress, without any flaws and cannot find any breakthrough.

Ning Yu's voice echoed a little in the hall, accompanied by sighs, and the elders had no idea.

"The prince Fuchen of Ruoshui Peak back then was unable to push the entire Shanhai Peak cleanly in just one morning."

"That's not true. That's the world's number one war god, and it took three days at the fastest."

"This little fox is so great, and with the ancient Yuezun's mountain and river zither language, it is eight hundred miles away, and the music of the piano can destroy millions of demons... What's going on!"

Mo Chuan stepped across the threshold and looked around the dejected elders and stood in his position: "The prince Fuchen back then was unable to push it so quickly because of his affection. Now, Fuchen in the fox clan doesn't need to give us face, so he naturally pushes it unimpeded."

"From what Mo Chuan saw, heard and felt, what will you receive this morning?" The voice of the ancestor Hongjun heard from above. He bowed and bowed to the ancestor and pondered for a moment.

"First of all, the sword technique used by Fu Chen in the fox clan has never seen before. It should be a complete moon clan sword technique. If he hadn't been intentionally letting go of the water in the end, he would have ended the battle half an hour ahead of time."

As soon as he finished speaking, sighs were heard in the hall, covering the sky.

"Secondly, I don't think that the people participating in this competition... or the disciples of the entire Kunlun Palace can beat him." After saying that, he paused and glanced at the ancestor Hongjun, "Even if you, Zuo Hang, your closed disciple, can't do it."

A word was in an uproar, and everyone was amazed.

"Finally, you might as well think about it. This battle situation should spread throughout the world within two days. After that, the more difficult problem should I show my Kunlun Palace."

This is not just a tricky one, it’s just a furious person. First, he was arrogant and refused to put down his airs, and then he was beaten to this way. When it was spread, Kunlun Palace was a joke.

A few days ago, everyone gathered together to tell Yun Xiaoxian of the Medicine King Valley that he was not good at seeing that people were not good. The ancient Yuezun also had a problem with taking some errands that others don’t want as disciples. In a flash, only three or two sun and moon cycles, but now there is no sound.

The eyes of the ancestor Hongjun looked around everyone: "Tell me, what did you see and feel in the last game of this fox Fu Chen and Ning Xiu?"

There was a silence in the hall, and it took a long time to hear the response.

"It's really wonderful. I have to say that both children are excellent."

"That's not true. The sword technique of backhanded Hot Wheels is restrained with one move. It seems complicated, but it is actually simple after disassembly."

"How long has our own swordsmanship been stagnant?"

This last deep words came from the mouth of the Mo Chuankan God who was standing with his chest in his arms. He turned around and looked at the dozen elders below the stage: "No matter how many years the Kunlun Palace in the family has not produced a new combination of sword skills? The hat of the first sword sect in the world and the world has never been taken back since the Qingyun Gate of the Sword Immortal Luo Yao was taken away, right?"

"All of us are laughing at Gu Yuezun, and even treating her as a servant as a treasure. When you chatted and laughed and even guessed that there was something else between her and her disciples, did you ever think that today they were treated like an ant, and they stepped on their feet effortlessly and crushed them?"

"No matter whether you are born or your family, you only look at the Kunlun Palace standard of talent and fortune. How many of you here have met it?"

"When the Elders' House cannot afford the future of Kunlun Palace, what's the point of existence of the Elders' House?"

Mo Chuankawa's god said in just a few short words, and he couldn't lift his head from the crowd. He has always been an upright and resolute person, dared to speak and take responsibility, and did not go along with the pedantic.

Old Ancestor Hongjun, who was sitting on the highest stage, looked at his back, nodded with satisfaction, and stroked his beard: "If the elders of each peak sect cannot even make the most basic correct judgment of talents, what qualifications do you have to be an elder?"

More than ten people from the audience turned their heads in great shock and looked at the ancestor Hongjun sitting high on the stage.

At that moment, the atmosphere in the Tai Chi Hall reached a freezing point against the cold winter lunar month.

Also cold to freezing point, there was Yuqing Palace in the Nine Heavens. Fusang was almost angry and threw the memorial in his hand to the ground, looking at the two people kneeling there in front of him, paced back and forth.

"Go! Bring me the Queen Spirit Girl!" He almost roared and furious.

Soon, the spirit girl was in a panic. She carried her delicate skirt outside the Yuqing Hall, stroked the steps on her hair bun, walked past the threshold of the Yuqing Hall, and saluted respectfully: "I have seen the Heavenly Lord."

Looking at her face, Fusang was so angry that he turned around twice in front of her: "What are you good about me? Run to the Medicine King Valley to cause trouble for me, and it will cause all kinds of dirty things!"

The words were extremely heavy and with great anger, he could not even maintain the minimum elegance, and he wanted to slap her in the face.

The spirit girl saw that he was furious and his legs became weak, so she hurriedly knelt down: "What's the matter with the Heavenly Lord so angry?"

"What's the matter?" Fusang kicked the memorial on the ground suddenly, "What did you add to Zhaoyue's medicine in front of Yun Xiaoxian?! The fox emperor who is not laughing at Sichuan was bleeding in his seven orifices after taking it. The old fox of Yun Xiaoxian threw this hot potato in front of me, and you still asked me what's wrong!"

The spirit girl knelt on the ground and was stunned for a long time.

That medicine was really not for Fuchen to take!
Chapter completed!