Chapter 1563

Although Yang Fan has a high position in the God of war hall and is also a disciple of the Lord of war, he knows that the martial uncle Liu in front of him is not simple. He was once a saint and one of the three saints in the war hall. Just because of an accident in that year, the three saints suffered heavy losses, so his cultivation fell to a semi holy state.

But Liu Wenzheng's position is very high. Even Lord Zhanshen should respectfully shout elder martial brother Liu when he sees him.

"Hum! It's not secure. Worry about it. Even if I fight for my old life, I will help long Aotian preach and become a saint!"

Liu Wenzheng snorted coldly, and his face was a little ugly.

Yang Fan's words are also reasonable. He also knows what the war hall is now. It is reasonable that long Aotian's going to the heaven hall is the best choice, but he is unwilling and reluctant.

"Martial uncle Liu, younger martial brother Yang is right. Long Aotian's entering the war hall is really a waste of his talent. I'm afraid there isn't even one person in the war Hall who can accept him as an apprentice!"

Fire hall deputy hall Lord lieyuan's eyes flashed and said faintly.

"Yes, martial uncle Liu! You should put the interests of the sect first!"

Several other vice hall leaders also echoed the Tao.

Liu Wenzheng's face became more and more ugly. His temper was extremely hot. Everyone spoke fiercely, which made him almost run away.

"Martial uncle Liu, as long as you agree to let long Aotian worship me as a teacher, I will give him an indispensable holy treasure, the nine peerless holy methods in the God of war hall, and let him practice one. I can also guarantee that my master, Lord God of war, can instruct him once a year!"

Yang Fan suddenly clenched his teeth and said.

He really took a fancy to Lingxiao's talent. He was happy to see a hunter. He was always arrogant. He never found a suitable disciple, but he was immediately moved when he saw Lingxiao.

Such a peerless talent must not let its pearl dust.

Everyone was shocked.

They didn't expect that because the battle between Lingxiao and Wuchen revealed their peerless talent, so many vice hall masters scrambled to accept Lingxiao as a disciple.

Even the vice hall leader Yang Fan offered such rich conditions!

It's just an indispensable holy treasure and one of the nine peerless holy dharmas, but no true disciple can enjoy the guidance of the God of war once a year. I'm afraid that only those noble sons have this opportunity.

Liu Wenzheng didn't expect that in order to make such conditions for Lingxiao Yang Fan, he was immediately forced to be anxious and said directly: "xiaofanzi, if long Aotian enters the war hall, I know I can't be his master. I will accept apprentices on behalf of the teacher and give him the last chance to inherit!"

"What?!"

This time, the faces of Yang Fan and other vice hall masters could no longer be calm, and each one showed an extremely shocked look.

"This... Absolutely not!"

Yang Fan flatly refused: "martial uncle Liu, I can't accept disciples on behalf of the master! We won't agree, even the God of war. Although long Aotian has great talent, he is not qualified to become a disciple of the Red Dragon God of war!"

"That's right! Martial uncle Liu, if you accept disciples on behalf of the master, aren't we going to call martial uncle long Ao? This... This is ridiculous!"

Lieyuan also said with an ugly face.

"The previous generation of the Red Dragon God of war has passed away. Martial uncle Liu, although you were once his registered disciple, you are not qualified to accept disciples on behalf of the master!"

"This matter is not negotiable, and I don't agree!"

The other vice hall leaders couldn't sit still, and their faces were ugly.

They all know that Liu Wenzheng was once a registered disciple of the previous generation of the Red Dragon God of war. He was loyal to the Red Dragon God of war, supported the war hall alone for millions of years, and even held the last inheritance opportunity of the Red Dragon God of war.

Many people once had the idea of inheriting that time, but they were finally crushed by this generation of God of war.

"I don't need your consent for this matter! The master once said that as long as someone gets his inheritance and inherits fan Tianyin, he is the Lord of our war hall and his disciple!"

Liu Wenzheng said stubbornly.

Yang Fan smiled bitterly and said, "martial uncle Liu, you also said that you must take charge of fan Tianyin to become the Lord of the war hall and the disciple of martial uncle Chilong. It's not appropriate for you to accept disciples on behalf of the teacher!"

"I believe he will be able to take charge of fan Tianyin!"

Liu Wenzheng glanced at Lingxiao and said slowly.

Lingxiao's heart is slightly moved. Liu Wenzheng has persisted for millions of years on his own. This loyalty to the Red Dragon God of war is moving.

Although Ling Xiaodu has decided to join the war hall, Liu Wenzheng has spared no effort to strive for so many opportunities and good fortune for him.

This is a respectable old man!

"Thank you for your kindness. I have decided to join the war hall, so I won't change it!"

Lingxiao saluted Yang Fan and others slightly, but his voice was incomparably firm.

"Long Aotian, do you really stop thinking about it? Believe me, tiandian is your best choice!"

Yang Fan said with some regret.

"Thank you, Lord Yang. I'm determined to join the war hall!"

Lingxiao said seriously.

"Good! Long Aotian, don't worry, your choice is right!"

Liu Wenzheng was a little excited and took a deep breath.

"In that case, I won't force it! Martial uncle Liu, leave!"

Yang Fan had some regrets, but he still saluted Liu Wenzheng's elegance, and then with many disciples, he turned and flew to a hanging holy mountain above the void.

"Uncle Liu, farewell!"

Everyone also left in a hurry. Soon, only Liu Wenzheng and Lingxiao were left on the platform.

"Come on, let's go back to the war hall!"

Liu Wenzheng looked at them with great satisfaction, then waved his big sleeve, and suddenly a bright light shrouded them and flew towards the sky.

The nine holy mountains hanging above the void and the nine veins of the God of war hall occupy one respectively.

Lingxiao could feel that the nine suspended holy mountains were magnificent and magnificent, shrouded in clouds, but they exuded a vast breath of holy Tao, and vaguely, there was a mysterious light, intertwined with each other's breath, forming an incomparably majestic array.

Whoosh!

Before Lingxiao had time to observe more, they all fell on a suspended holy mountain.

When Lingxiao saw the holy mountain in the sky clearly, he suddenly showed a strange look in his eyes.

This hanging holy mountain is bare. It is actually a barren mountain. It doesn't even have a tree, and it doesn't have the vitality of heaven and earth. It doesn't have the spirit of God or the breath of holy Tao. There are jagged strange stones everywhere, emitting an ancient and vicissitudes of life.

This is the Mountain Gate of the war hall, also known as the war mountain!

Lingxiao could feel that the Zhanshan mountain was shrouded in a mysterious light, which blocked the Zhanshan mountain like a border. The interior of the Zhanshan mountain seemed to have an extremely strange and strange swallowing power, swallowing all the vitality, spirit and even holy power on the Zhanshan mountain all the time.

If you stay on the battle mountain for a long time, I'm afraid you can't swallow any energy at all, and even your own realm may be affected.

Lingxiao finally understood why the disciples of the war hall would leave one by one, and everyone was afraid to avoid it!

Originally, the war hall is a Jedi!