Chapter 1394: The ancestor is very low-key! (1/2)

”Ancestor?”

Many Lingxiao swordsmen were shocked when they saw Ling Lan's respectful and almost flattering appearance.

When Ling Lan arrived at the sub-rudder of the Purple Pole Sword Sect, he wrote about everything that happened in Wu Nan, including the death of Lou Chongxiao in the ”thunder sword”, and the fact that he was very likely to invite a new Yuan Ying. The secret letter was sent back to Shanmen through Linghe Chuanshu.

However, the death of a Yuanying, coupled with the powerful joining of a new Yuanying, are all earth-shattering events.

At the moment, the Purple Pole Sword Sect is at the critical juncture of ”mountain rain is about to come and wind will be all over the building, black cloud is about to destroy the city”. This kind of heavy news cannot be announced immediately, and only a few high-level leaders including a few Yuanying. .

And Li Yao didn’t want to be tied to the chariot of the Purple Extreme Sword Sect so soon, he had to sell it at a good price, so he specifically explained that the elders and head of the Purple Extreme Sword Sect were never allowed to come out to greet him. , Otherwise he turned around and left.

These High Heaven Swordsmen only knew that they were coming to welcome Ling Lanyin today, and all obeyed Ling Lanyin's instructions, but they didn't know that Ling Lanyin would bring back such a terrifying monster!

Although Ling Lan was submissive and ignorant in front of Li Yao, it was because of the momentum of Li Yao, an ”old monster” that was firmly suppressed.

In front of these ordinary sects, she is one of the youngest golden cores in the world of Dagan cultivation, the most outstanding new sharp sword cultivation of the Purple Extreme Sword Sect, the orchid fairy of the dignified ”Four Fairies”, but she is really high above, making people look up and awe-inspiring. The existence of inviolability is even regarded as a ”goddess” by many young people!

Unexpectedly, today, the ”goddess”, who has always been cold, arrogant, and powerful, is so low-pitched to this plainly dressed and ordinary young man, and he is so respectful to the dust. How can I tell these high-level swordsmen not to be annoyed. Stunned, dumbfounded?

”What are you doing in a daze?”

Ling Lan was so anxious that this old monster only promised to go to the gate of the Purple Pole Sword Sect, but he didn't say that he would stand by the side of the Purple Pole Sword Sect. This person is indistinguishable from good and evil, and his temperament is unfathomable. Who knows where to provoke him. He is not happy, what horrible things will he do?

At the moment, I first stood in front of the crowd, tidied up my clothes, bowed deeply, and bowed to the ground, and gave a respectable gift to Li Yao: ”Purple Pole Sword Sect Ling Lanyin, pay homage to Master Lingjiu!”

”Lingjiu...”

Many Lingxiao swordsmen blinked. Master Lingjiu is an ancient figure a hundred years ago. He has always been active in Wunan and has never set foot in the Central Plains. In the realm of Daqian cultivation, he is a little known. Many young people have never heard of the role.

”It's about Sister Ling who invited back from Wu Nan to help her boxing this time, right?”

”But in the Wunan Cultivation Realm, apart from a Black Moon Venerable who still has a few pennies, there is no outstanding high-level monk. I am afraid that the senior sister is also in a hurry to go to the doctor!”

”Anyway, this person can make Senior Sister so respected, there should be a cultivation base during the formation of alchemy, and the witchman cultivator's sword is slanting, and the methods of playing tricks on snakes, insects, rats, ants, and smoke are ever-changing. There are also miraculous effects!”

At the moment, all of them followed Ling Lanyin's way and bowed deeply.

Those Lingxiao swordsmen who have reached the mid-to-high level during the foundation-building period and rely on some methods are colloquially called ”Masters”, and those in the Qi-refining period are called ”Old Ancestors”.

As a result, Ling Lan was tense again, waving the scabbard and knocking on his heads one by one: ”Presumptuous,'Master' is what you can call? Patriarch, Patriarch!”

”... Patriarch!”

”Meet the ancestors!”

When many Ling Xiao swordsmen saw Ling Lan making such a fuss, they were once again deeply confused, their heads lowered, but their eyelids turned up, their suspicious eyes swept over Li Yao, and they couldn't think of this name even if they tried to break their heads. What's so strange about ”Ancestor”.

Li Yao was politely bowed by the crowd with no expression on his face, and made a group of extremely sturdy and sturdy high swordsmen worship on the ground for half a minute, and then languidly waved his hands: ”Nothing, let's get up all this life. Be low-key, don't give this big gift, and provoke prying eyes from people around you.”

Lingxiao Swordsman: ”...”

Li Yao: ”Who are you taking the lead? Come out and speak. Have you ever compared the duel between Uncle Yan and the'Iron Saint Qi Middle Way'?”

”Correct!”

Ling Lan said eagerly, ”A Wu, the Longquan Conference has been held for three days, how is the situation now?”

The name ”A Wu” is a young man with a fat body and a wide-backed sword inserted behind his back. He stepped forward and gave another salute to Li Yao and Ling Lanyin. He said loudly: ”Return to the ancestor, Senior Sister Ling, this time The Longquan Conference is different from the past, but we took out all the flying swords and magic weapons at the bottom of the box to show them. Since the conference three days ago, there have been many players from all schools and schools to'try the sword' and'learn from each other'. The name challenges us!”

”Fortunately, all of us in the upper and lower door know that this is a critical moment of life and death. Everyone is courageous and takes the lead. In the previous two days of discussion, we finally did not embarrass the sect too much!”

”Until today, among the'six major factions' headed by Taixuan Dao, the high-ranking monks of the Golden Core and the Nascent Soul series have taken turns to play, and it is considered that our spirit has been slightly frustrated. Just now, Elder Hong and Feng Lei Gu Master Zhuge Xuan discussed each other. In one event, the wind fell, and even the newly refined'Nine-Rank Fish Sausage Sword' was broken by the opponent.”

Ling Lan glanced at Li Yao with some worry after hearing the words.

Li Yao coldly snorted: ”The Purple Pole Sword Sect and Fenglei Valley belong to one of the'six major factions.' What if your elder loses in the hands of the other Valley Master? The key is whether Zhuge Xuan won cleanly or not. Sluggish?”

Wu Dao: ”Although Zhuge Xuan injured Elder Hong, his injury seemed not to be minor, and his face paled and he adjusted his breath in the first place.”

”That's not a loss.”

Li Yao said indifferently, ”The key is still to see the battle between'Sword Chiyan Liren' and'Iron Saint Qi Middle Way'. When will this battle begin?”

A Wudao: ”About two hours later, the scorching sun will begin!”

Ling Lan was taken aback: ”So fast?”