Originally, the disciples of the Xuanmen clenched their fists nervously.

I couldn't help but look up at the opposite side.

The disciples of Tianxuan Sect looked arrogant and looked at them with contemptuous eyes.

There was provocation in that gaze.

Zhang Chi and the others gritted their teeth, suddenly took a step forward, and stood beside Yan Tao, "Young Master, we will try our best to keep Uncle Master and you!"

"right!"

With the age there, the disciples of Dixuan Sect are much different from those of Tianxuan Sect, and they cannot be able to catch up in a short period of time.

However, facing Wang Changning's almost contemptuous eyes, the young disciples clenched their fists and felt humiliated.

In the past decade, they have been suppressed by the disciples of Tianxuan Sect.

Almost become a kind of inner demon.

It is obvious that Mr. Qi's cultivation is not much inferior to Mr. Wang, but because he chose these disciples who were abandoned by Wang Changning, he was ridiculed by his fellow travelers.

The clay people are all angry, not to mention that they are still young.

At this time, at the succession ceremony, Wang Changning was facing him with contempt as usual, and suddenly, it broke out.

Zhang Chi is the older among this group of disciples. He held the peach wood sword tightly and pursed his thin lips into a line, "Who said we can't defeat you!"

In a slightly silent atmosphere, Zhang Chi's voice seemed to be a burning voice, which made everyone's eyes slightly condense.

They couldn't help but raise their heads.

In the metaphysics world, unless you are a stunning person, your age can basically represent your cultivation.

The older you are, the higher your cultivation level.

The Qilinzi back then was an accident for the entire metaphysics community.

A crazy surprise.

Zhang Chi stood up straight with a stiff heart. He raised his head and looked at the disciples of Tianxuan Sect opposite him calmly.

The first time there was no evasion.

Be open and honest.

Calm as snow.

Only Zhang Chi himself knew how nervous he was.

The whole heart is about to jump out of the heart.

Suddenly, the white and slender fingers stretched over to Zhang Chi's shoulders. Zhang Chi turned his head and happened to see Yan Tao smiling and raised his eyebrows, "Okay."

"good!"

Suddenly, I don’t know who shouted in the corner of the audience, and everyone clapped and clapped.

For these young disciples from Xuanmen.

Master Sanwu stroked his beard and nodded and smiled, "How many years have passed, the spirit of Xuanmen will not be lost."

"Old bald man, do you think so?"

The Master Wuwei looked slightly estranged, and held the Buddhist beads in his right hand to continue chanting the scriptures, as if he hadn't heard him speak, as if he was air.

"..." Taoist Priest Lu watched the show silently.

"The battle cannot be won by a heart-warming and passionate blood. It is better for young people to know themselves."

Wang Changning smiled and said, he turned to the position below the stage and saluted the three old seniors from afar, "Today's bet, please ask the three seniors and all colleagues present to help you testify. Which side wins will be qualified to inherit the Xuanmen, and whoever loses will get out of the Xuanmen immediately!"

While speaking, Wang Changning glanced at Yan Tao from afar.

But I saw the boy leaning lazily against the man next to me, with a handsome face as beautiful as jade, but his eyes were lost and obviously distracted.

Wang Changning…!!

"Since that's the case, I will preside over this battle."
Chapter completed!