"The one covering his face in the back should be his direct disciple, how is his strength?" A young man asked curiously.
"I don't know, the last time I went to the Spirit Realm was more than two hundred years ago. It was a coincidence that I met the Heavenly King Killer. His disciple should not be very old. He was not even born at that time. As a teacher How can you know so much?" The suzerain shook his head and said.
"Although I don't know his identity and strength, but since he can be recruited by the Heavenly Monarch Envoy, I am afraid that he is far beyond comparison in terms of aptitude and temperament. The strength of Shen Yuxuan and others is certainly good. I am afraid that they will not get any benefits from meeting him. Ah." A suzerain next to him said worriedly.
"Could it be that Chengyun Valley will fall into the hands of outsiders like this?" Another suzerain also said worriedly.
The envoys of the five great emperors of the Xuanji Region gathered in Chengyun Valley, of course not to drink wine to reminisce, but to fight for the ownership of Chengyun Valley, but no matter how they fight, the meat will always rot in the pot, and no one wants to let outsiders occupy cheap.
However, with the appearance of Nie Shitian, things have been out of the control of the five envoys of the Xuanji Region. Meat, it's not like they can rot in the pot if they want to. Not only the lords of the Holy Sect in the audience, but even the envoys on the stage became much more serious.
Although the young disciples of the sects did not ask the answer, they could guess Nie Shitian's horror just by looking at the serious expressions on the faces of the suzerain master and the envoys. My heart was full of anxiety, and I didn't dare to ask any more questions, and the atmosphere in the field became depressed.
Gu Fenghua didn't care about Nie Shitian, and looked at the masked man suspiciously. The more he looked at the back, the more he felt familiar. Where did he see it?
Seemingly sensing Gu Fenghua's gaze, the man suddenly turned his head. Four eyes, like sharp long swords intersecting in the air, Gu Fenghua once again felt the engraved hatred, and the other party's eyes also turned blood red, as if a raging fire was burning.
fire! Gu Fenghua suddenly thought of something.
"Could it be him!" Subconsciously, Gu Fenghua blurted out.
"What he, Fenghua, what are you talking about?" Luo Enen didn't hear what she was saying, and asked suspiciously.
"It's nothing, I suddenly remembered something." Gu Fenghua shook his head and said.
In my mind, a distorted and hideous face vaguely appeared. Even though several years have passed, when I think about it again, the memory is still fresh.
However, shouldn¡¯t he be reduced to ashes long ago, with no place to bury him? How could he live up to now, how could he come to Wuji Holy Heaven and worship under Nie Shitian¡¯s sect? Impossible, impossible!
"Let's go up too." Just as Gu Fenghua was thinking secretly, Luo Enen said again.
When he raised his head, he realized that the masked man had followed Nie Shitian to the high platform, standing straight behind him.
Shi Yanying, monk Kang Ran and others who were in the back row were walking towards the stage. Although Lord Chengyun was not there, of course their three major sword sects would not give up Chengyun Valley because of this, and sent their disciples to participate in the competition. Not surprising.
However, when Gu Fenghua and others appeared later, there was a sound of surprise from the crowd.
"Who are they? They are so bold that they dare to take advantage of Yungu's idea?" A young disciple said in surprise. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com