Entering the place where the inner disciples practice, Lin Fan found that the place was much quieter and not as lively as usual.

On some cliffs and under the fierce waterfalls, you can see some disciples practicing there.

Seeing these inner disciples cultivating so hard, Lin Fan did not come forward to disturb them.

When Lin Fan walked towards the mountain peak of the sect leader, Zong Hentian walked towards him.

"Uncle Lin." When he saw Uncle Lin, a smile appeared on Zong Hentian's face. He had not seen Uncle Lin since he came back from the siege.

"Master Nephew, seeing how leisurely you are, you must be very confident in competing for the strongest talent." Lin Fan said with a smile.

Zong Hentian smiled awkwardly, "Uncle, please don't flatter me. My nephew comes out to relax because he lacks confidence."

"We haven't even competed yet, so why are we so unsure?" Lin Fan said.

"Uncle, this nephew really has no confidence." Zong Hentian is under a lot of pressure now. Some of the sect's juniors are very optimistic about themselves in this battle for the strongest talent.

But Zong Hentian knows best in his heart that he has no confidence at all in this battle for the strongest disciple.

Three years ago, he participated once, and was hung up and beaten by the genius of Jiuxiao Sect as if for fun. In the past three years, Zong Hentian has worked hard and practiced hard. Although he has made great progress, he is still not the same.

I dare to say that I can win.

"Just do your best and you'll be fine. By the way, tell me, my uncle, what this battle of the strongest geniuses means." Lin Fan and Zong Hentian came to a stone bench and sat down to talk.

With.

"Uncle Master, what I want to say starts from three thousand years ago. At that time, the leader of the Sheng Sect and the leader of the Jiuxiao Sect were close friends of life and death. When the two ancestors were still disciples, they got to know each other while training in the forbidden area, and later became

I know my close friends, but according to records, the two of them had a quarrel once because they were discussing who among the disciples of the sect was better. In the end, no one was convinced by the other, so they decided to compete in the battle of the strongest genius, which has continued until

Today is the day." Zong Hentian said.

"Then what's the reward for winning the game?" Lin Fan asked.

"No." Zong Hentian shook his head and said.

When Lin Fan heard this, he was stunned for a moment. He worked so hard without any reward. He shook his head helplessly, "Then what's the point? If there is no reward, how can the disciples be motivated?"

When Zong Hentian heard Lin Fan's words, he immediately shook his head and corrected, "Uncle, this is not the case. Although there is no reward, this battle of the strongest genius is very important to the sect, so we must not lose."

Lin Fan felt a little helpless when he saw Zong Hentian's appearance. It seemed that this battle between the strongest geniuses was a rule that was finally set down by the two ancestors three thousand years ago.

And these younger generations have continued to this day, which is really helpless.

"Well, work hard, my uncle is optimistic about you." Lin Fan stood up and patted Zong Hentian on the shoulder, preparing to leave.

"Well, Uncle Master, I can only do my best." Zong Hentian nodded in response.

….

Noon.

A huge war boat appeared on the Holy Sect.

The disciples of the Holy Sect looked at the war boat in the sky and discussed in low voices.

For some disciples, this is the first time they see Jiuxiao Sect, but for some disciples who have experienced the strongest genius battle every three years, these Jiuxiao Sect disciples are really disgusting.

Lin Fan stood among the crowd, looked at the huge war boat in the sky, and had to sigh, who said that sects don't need face, this Jiuxiao Sect must be a sect that needs face very much.

This war boat is several times bigger than the Holy Sect's war boat. If the Holy Sect's war boat was floating in the air, it would be nothing in comparison.

This welcome was hosted by Supreme Elder Wuya.

"Wuya, I haven't seen you in a few years. Your Holy Sect's territory is getting smaller and smaller. There is no place for our Jiuxiao Sect's war boat to park." On top of the war boat, an old man with a white beard said with a smile.

Lin Fan looked at the situation in front of him and felt that the old man was a little nervous. This opening was full of explosiveness.

"Brother Yi Chu, I haven't seen you for a few years, but you have aged a lot. Now that you are here, why don't you come down and talk about it." Elder Wuya smiled and shook his head.

"Okay." At this moment, Liang Yichu, the supreme elder of Jiuxiao Sect, whose white robe swayed in the wind, swung down from the war boat and arrived in front of Wuya.

At this moment, Lin Fan saw clearly the appearance of the Supreme Elder of Jiuxiao Sect.

She is not tall, her body is slightly rounded, like a tumbler, and her big belly looks like she has been pregnant for ten months.

The two Supreme Elders looked at each other, their calm eyes seemed to be full of infinite love.

"Haha." The two looked at each other for a long time, and finally laughed and hugged each other, as if they had a very deep relationship.

The Holy Sect and the Jiuxiao Sect have a long history. Three thousand years ago, the two ancestors became friends, and now their relationship has become much deeper.

Of course, this is only for the older generation, but it is not the case for the new generation of disciples.

"Okay, everyone, come down." Liang Yichu waved his sleeves, and the war boat gradually shrank, while a talented disciple named Jiuxiao Sect flew down from the war boat.

Each of them looked arrogant and glanced at the Holy Sect with sharp eyes.

"Brother Wuya, what do you think?" Liang Yichu said with a smile. He was very satisfied with this generation of disciples from the Jiuxiao Sect. They had produced many talented people, and now they were brought to the Holy Sect to show off.

Wu Ya took a look, stroked his white beard, and said nothing for a long time. Finally he smiled and said, "Not bad, not bad, there are several good seedlings."

"Brother Wuya, you are being unkind. Could it be that he is just a good young man?" Liang Yichu said.

Wu Ya smiled and said nothing, but he felt a little unhappy in his heart. However, he had to admit that some of the disciples who came this time were not ordinary good talents.

It can be compared with the sect's Mie Qiongqi three years ago, but this Mie Qiongqi...sigh.

Lin Fan looked at the dozens of disciples of Jiuxiao Sect and sighed in his heart, they are indeed very powerful.

It's just that there's something really wrong with these Jiuxiao Sect disciples.

All of them had their nostrils turned upward, as if I was the best in the world, especially the disciples, who had their hands behind their backs, as if they were acting as peerless masters.

That cold and cold look that doesn't take anyone seriously makes people want to beat him up.

The disciples of the Holy Sect around him were whispering.

"The look in that guy's eyes makes you want to beat him up."

"Yeah, and there's that guy. His eyes look like he doesn't take our Holy Sect seriously. It's really annoying."

"Hmph, they are pretending like this now. When the Tianjiao fight comes, the senior brothers from the inner sect will definitely teach them a lesson."

….

"Brother Wu Ya, I just want to show you my direct disciple. Xin Feng comes over to pay homage to Senior Wu Ya." Liang Yichu shouted to a disciple behind him.

In the front row of the disciples of the Jiuxiao Sect, a young man as rich as jade walked forward with an indifferent expression. Every step he took was extremely slow, but he came to Liang Yichu's side in an instant.

Shrunk into inches.

An extremely profound skill.

"Xinfeng, please pay a visit to Senior Wuya." Liang Yichu said.

"Well," Xin Feng looked at Supreme Elder Wuya and nodded indifferently, as if he had paid homage to him.

"Brother Wuya, I'm sorry, my disciple has this kind of character, and I can't change it no matter how much I do." Liang Yichu said with a smile, but the meaning in his heart was very clear, my disciple is just pulling me, and there is nothing I can do about it.

Supreme Elder Wuya shook his head and smiled, saying he didn't take it to heart.

Lin Fan looked at this Xin Feng and thought that ten thousand grass and mud horses were galloping past him. This guy was actually more powerful than him. It seemed that he needed to be suppressed.

Let them understand that they should not be too immoral.
Chapter completed!