Ningxue was surprised for a while and hurriedly wanted to go over and help him up, but Ye Wuchen grabbed him with one hand. He asked with a smile: "Old man, I am just a useless person with no power to tie a chicken. Do you still want to respect me as the Holy Lord?"

The old man did not get up and said trembling and firmly: "Those who can get the recognition of the disaster bow are our holy lords! We must follow the death to death and never betray! Looking for the holy lords and the disaster bow is the only reason for our Northern Emperor Sect to exist for thousands of years. The ancestors have the priesthood, follow it, get the blessing of heaven, and go against it, and get the disaster caused by heaven. My grandfather and the others were lucky enough to die, so they got the blessing of heaven. How dare we disobey the words of the ancestors and disobey the Holy lords! I am willing to swear to be loyal to the Holy lords to death. If you have any other intentions, heaven will be punished by earth! I believe that the current state of the Holy lord is only temporary, and in the future, I will lead my Northern Emperor Sect out of here and to the true top of the world!"

Every word he said was firm, every word came from the heart, without any falsehood. Ye Wuchen nodded slightly. In front of the Southern Emperor Sect, he did not show the Star-Slaying Sword, but in front of this "other" leader of the Northern Emperor Sect, he showed the disaster bow. Because once the former was revealed, what they most likely did was to kill people and seize the sword, and the latter would be exchanged for their swearing and death to follow.

"Old man, get up." Ye Wuchen said with satisfaction. He was just a useless man. If the old man really had any evil intentions, killing and robbing the bow was just a matter of hand. But he still knelt heavily in front of him and expressed his loyalty to him. There was no need for any falsehood in this - this was exactly consistent with what Ye Wuchen expected. Otherwise, he would not take out the disaster bow if there was anything wrong.

"Thank you, Holy Lord!" At this time, the old man was like a loyal minister facing the king in front of Ye Wuchen. He stood up and still couldn't erase the excitement on his face: "Originally you were the Holy Lord... It was really the will of heaven. The Holy Lord came from heaven. Our persistence and loyalty made God really favor us."

Ye Wuchen said: "You really want to be loyal to me, a person who meets by chance, just because of a bow, and do your best to work hard?"

"Follow forever, never betray! Otherwise, people and gods will kill them together!"

"If I want you to destroy another Northern Emperor Sect, you will agree?" Ye Wuchen asked half-seriously and half-temperedly.

The old man looked calm and said calmly: "Even if we don't have the order of the Holy Lord, we wish we could not kill him!"

"Oh? Although they forced your grandfather to jump off the cliff for the rest of their lives, they were all the same bloodline as you, and they were considered your relatives."

"No!" The old man shook his head and his eyes were sharp: "They can't call the Northern Emperor Sect at all, because the Northern Emperor Sect I led is the real Northern Emperor Sect!"

"oh?"

The old man said, "In our Northern Emperor Sect, those who have the direct bloodline of the Northern Emperor are all born in the same lineage, but they have several daughters, but they can only have one son. Those who have direct bloodline must be the leader of the Northern Emperor Sect. I have seven daughters, but only one son Yan Duancang, my son has three daughters, and the eldest daughter died only two of them, and only one son Yan Gongluo. The other Yan surnames are all born from our Northern Emperor daughter and people from other surnames. They take the Yan surname to belong to the Northern Emperor Sect and reproduce from generation to generation. There is only one person in each generation who has the purest Northern Emperor bloodline. The sect leader of the Northern Emperor Sect known to the Holy Lord is simply... a hybrid! There is no right to lead the Northern Emperor Sect. The Northern Emperor Sect he led is not the Northern Emperor Sect at all!"

Ye Wuchen's brows tighter and tighter, and finally squeezed together tightly. After a long time, he nodded slightly: "So that's it."

At present, the Yan people in the Northern Emperor Sect in Tianchen Continent only have a small part of the Northern Emperor's bloodline, but it does not prevent them from practicing the Yan Soul Art and using the Qiankun Initiation**. They did not decline because of impure bloodlines. But there must be a gap between impure and impure, and there may be a big gap. I wonder how powerful the old man in front of me will be.

"Saint Lord, don't know what this disaster bow is?" When looking at the disaster bow, the old man's eyes were full of piety.

"It, right at your feet, I found it under its summons."

"Under the feet?" The old man was slightly lost and smiled self-deprecatingly: "My grandfather, my father, and how could I have thought that the disaster bow that I had been searching for was at our feet and had been with us for so many years. I wonder what kind of emotion would be if my grandfather and father learned about it in the nine springs." He sighed and said respectfully: "Holy Lord, please rest assured, even if I sacrifice my life, I will definitely help you recover."

"Then, the matter between me and Si Ya..." Ye Wuchen asked with a smile.

The old man was stunned, and then laughed and said, "Hahaha, the daughter born to the Northern Emperor's direct bloodline is the woman of the Holy Lord. She can only get married when she has not found the Holy Lord at the age of 25. The four girls accidentally hit her and finally did not cause any major disaster, otherwise I would be really hard to deal with... Come in."

Ye Wuchen was slightly surprised, and then he found that there were a few figures standing outside the door. When the old man drank this, they couldn't hide it, so they pushed the door and walked in.

"Yan Duancang, the descendant of the Northern Emperor Sect, paid homage to the Holy Lord!" The old man's only son, the middle-aged uncle who looked stupid, fell to the ground with a serious look on his face, and his wife followed closely behind.

"The Northern Emperor Sect Yanqiusha pays holy lord!"

"Yan Gongluo, the descendant of the Northern Emperor Sect, paid a visit to the Holy Lord!"

“…Yan Gongyue pays holy lord.”

Seeing that his parents and brothers and sisters had all bowed down, Si Ya was confused and thought it was fun, so she followed him down at the end, while secretly looking at Ye Wuchen, shouting sweetly: "Yan Gongruo pays holy lord brother."

When the old man heard this, he smiled knowingly, then raised his beard and said seriously: "We are all people with the bloodline of the Northern Emperor. The Holy Lord is our heaven. You are not allowed to be so big or small."

"But, grandpa said just now that I am the woman of the Holy Lord." Si Ya, who was scared before, was in a very good mood, stuck out her tongue at all, then suddenly stood up, rushed to Ye Wuchen, lowered her body and hugged his neck, and laughed: "Brother Saint Lord, I am your woman, hehehe..."

The old man glared at his eyes, laughed in his heart, and said nothing, because Ye Wuchen did not show any disgust at all.

"You guys are all up. We are all family now. You are so polite to me, which makes me feel uncomfortable."

They stood up, Yan Duancang immediately recovered his nature after getting up, and laughed: "Hahahaha, the one my three kids accidentally picked up was the Holy Lord. This is really awesome..."

As soon as he said halfway through his head, Yan Qiusha, dressed as a peasant woman in the countryside, said with a reproach: "What did you say to pick it up? Our Holy Lord obviously descended from the sky. The Holy Lord is the Holy Lord, and this handsome appearance is not something that ordinary people can have."

Yan Duancang patted his head and giggled. Yan Gongluo was rubbing his hands excitedly, but was pulled over by Yan Qiusha, smiling so brightly that the spring flowers were bright: "Look at how lucky our son is, our ancestors have been searching for him for life and never found the Holy Lord. Our son has found him without doing anything, and so are our daughters."

Erya, that is, Yan Gongyue, had a flushed face and kept secretly looking at Ye Wuchen.

Si Ya, that is, Yan Gongruo snatched the disaster bow from Ye Wuchen's hand and shouted: "Wow! This is the disaster bow you often call? It looks handsome and scary. Grandpa, do you have an arrow? I want to try it and see if this bow is as powerful as you said."

Seeing that she was still so unscrupulous in front of the "Saint Lord", even snatched the Chaos Bow without hesitation, Yan Tianwei and Yan Duancang looked at each other and smiled bitterly. If Yan Gong was very young after all, he only knew a little about many things, and had not had time to be cultivated into the loyalty buried deep in his bones. Yan Tianwei shook his head and said, "Si Ya, no one can use this bow except the Saint Lord. Although you have the bloodline of the Northern Emperor, you will not be rejected by the Chaos Bow, you will never think of pulling the bowstring."

"Huh?" Yan Gongruo was surprised and half-believingly reached out and pulled the blood-colored slender bowstring. With the force, his fingers ached faintly, but the bowstring was really motionless. She tried it a few times without accepting her, and the disaster bow in her hand suddenly turned into a blood light and shot into Ye Wuchen's eyebrows.

Yan Gongruo flattened his lips in dissatisfaction and whispered: "Hmph, stingy."

Yan Tianwei said respectfully: "Saint Lord, there are 339 people here. No matter men, women, young and old, they are all from the Northern Emperor Sect, and there are no outsiders. From now on, everything will follow the orders of the Holy Lord. I wonder what arrangements will be made next?"

Ye Wuchen thought for a while and said, "I want to go to the forbidden area in the north to see it."

"This... since the Holy Lord has orders, we will send the Holy Lord over."

Ye Wuchen nodded: "Just let Brother Gong Luo send me over."

Yan Gongluo was panicked when he heard this and hurriedly said, "You are the Holy Lord. Our mission is to follow and be loyal to you. This... how can I bear it."

Ye Wuchen sighed lightly, shook his head and smiled, "We used to be brothers, which was so comfortable. Now we are a lot more apart. If this is the case, I would rather not have the false reputation of this Holy Lord."

Yan Duancang laughed and said, "Sanwa, the Holy Lord is so envious. If you persist, it will be pretentious. Everything will follow the Holy Lord's wishes. Without further ado, you can send the Holy Lord to the north. Remember not to let the Holy Lord suffer any harm.

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