"Guan Zongzhu, you are wrong to say that. Gu Fenghua is representing Lord Qingqiu to participate in the Chengyun Competition this time. If she loses, it will not benefit our three major sword sects at all." Meng Wuhen said dissatisfied.
If Gu Fenghua can win the Chengyun Grand Competition, it will only benefit and not harm to the three major sword sects. Even if you hurt your face, Guan Yuanshan, it is because of your own inferiority. How can you expect Gu Fenghua to win? What about failure?
"Of course I hope she can win, but that's the truth. At her age, it's not easy to practice such alchemy. How can she put so much energy into cultivation? How strong can she be? I'm also worried about her Ah." Guan Yuanshan also realized that what he said was inappropriate, but he refused to admit his mistake, and said stubbornly.
"Okay, okay, stop arguing, you will know how strong Junior Sister Gu is in a while." Fu Guanyun said in a smooth manner.
In fact, he also felt strange, how could Gu Fenghua have such alchemy? However, having seen her make a move, especially the terrifying joint sword attack between her and Lornen, he was not worried about her strength.
As for Gu Fenghua's young age, why he was able to cultivate to the first rank of the emperor and at the same time practice such alchemy, he is too lazy to think about it? In the tens of thousands of years of Wuji Shengtian's history, there has never been a shortage of geniuses and wizards. Although many of them fell unexpectedly due to various reasons, there are also some people who are not only talented, but also lucky. , became a generation of legends. Gu Fenghua may be one of them.
It is obviously wrong for Fu Guanyun to attribute all this to luck. If he knew that Gu Fenghua had been practicing alchemy and tools under the strict supervision of his brothers since he barely learned to speak, he probably wouldn't have such an idea.
After hearing what Fu Guanyun said, Guan Yuanshan was still a little unconvinced, but he didn't argue with Meng Wuhen any more, and walked towards the competition stage with a straight face.
In front of the tall and majestic competition platform and on the left and right sides, a disciple of a famous sect sat cross-legged, and in front of them were the suzerains or elders of each sect. Although only the Holy Sect was invited to watch the battle this time, there were only a dozen or twenty disciples from each sect, but with the addition of Qin Xiude and others who just came to join in the fun, the number reached several hundred.
Moreover, all of these people are experts from various sects, or elite disciples of the younger generation.
Behind the competition platform, a high platform was also built, which looked unusually majestic and solemn. It was a seat prepared for the princes and envoys.
"Om" The third long chime of the ancient bell rang out, echoing endlessly in the mountains, the noisy crowd quickly quieted down, and an old man with silver hair like snow and a slim figure slowly walked onto the competition platform.
"Welcome everyone to Chengyun Valley, old man Tianyun Jianzong Taishang Elder, Lu Wenfu." The old man cleared his throat and said loudly. Although his face is extremely old, his voice is full of spirit.
"This junior has met Senior Lu, and has met Senior Lu." In the audience, everyone bowed and saluted at the same time, even the suzerains of the sects were no exception.
Although Lu Wenfu is the Supreme Elder of the Tianyun Sword Sect, his seniority is one generation higher than the other two Supreme Elders, and perhaps more than one generation higher than the elders of the other sect masters present, everyone called him "Senior" , is also a matter of course. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com