Zhenjian Dazongmen Altar.

The old ancestor spirit is gone, but there is no regret.

Just because he has settled his concerns, he can leave with peace of mind.

The gray sky was filled with sadness.

The sky is crying.

The misty drizzle washes away the fallen Zhenjian sect, and everything comes back to life. This is the last blessing of the old man Ancestral Spirit.

"Boss, look quickly!"

Below, Invincible pointed excitedly at the plants all over the mountains and fields, which are slowly blooming and bearing fruit. Everything is waiting to be reborn, welcoming its new sword ancestor.

Luo Feng held a leaf falling from the top of the mountain in his hand, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

Suddenly his eyes became firm, no longer confused, and he looked into the distance.

I could only see the hazy mountains, and the old and young of Zhenjian sect came out of nowhere.

The leader, the Seventh Sword Elder, saw Luo Feng from a distance and was shocked and immediately angry.

"Boy! You still dare to come here, you need to be arrogant, watch the sword!"

"Are you this polite to the new Sword Ancestor?" Luo Feng said calmly, his voice shaking the world.

The seven elders froze.

The seventh elder's eyes narrowed and he said coldly, "What did you say? Repeat what you just said!"

Luo Feng was calm and his tone was sonorous and powerful.

"Senior Ancestor Spirit has already worshiped me as his master. I am the most senior member of Zhenjian Sect. Why don't you kneel down?"

As soon as these words came out, the disciples of the Zhenjian sect looked at each other in complete silence.

"You give up!" The fat elder's eyes widened in anger at the sixth sword, "Young man, you dare to taint..."

Just when everyone was filled with righteous indignation, Luo Feng waved his hand, and a green light shot straight into the sky, and the vision of a long sword was endless, flowing between heaven and earth.

When everyone saw the blue sword, they were so frightened that they stepped back.

"The Seal of the Sword Ancestor, that's the Seal of the Sword Ancestor!"

Countless disciples of the Zhenjian sect landed in the square and knelt down one after another.

The elders of the Seven Swords were also frightened into a cold sweat, and they all landed and bowed to apologize.

"What on earth is going on?" The Seventh Sword Elder frowned. He didn't understand why the Sword Ancestor would give the name of Sword Ancestor to a boy that had not been determined for thousands of years.

Could it be that the Sword-Suppressing Sect is really in such dire straits now that it wants to entrust its future hopes to a young boy?

And he was also the murderer of his sect disciples.

"I don't accept it!" The Seventh Sword elder clenched his fists.

"Old Seven," at this time, the oldest elder stood on his beard and sighed, "Now that the sword ancestor has finally settled, it may not be a good thing for our sword-suppressing sect. I believe that the ancestor spirit

There must be a reason why Master did this."

Even the sixth fat elder who had just scolded Luo Feng patted his belly and said with a naive smile, "Old Seven, save your life. Apart from the old sword ancestor, the ancestral spirit master has the highest status. He has recognized this child."

Being our sword ancestor means that he has something that the ancestor spirit master values."

The words fell from the seventh sword elder, and the other six swordsmen, with less than two thousand disciples under his name, knelt down one after another, "Greetings to the sword ancestor!"

The sound was like a rainbow, resounding through the sky.

"Seventh Elder, what about you?" Luo Feng's eyes were like lightning, neither humble nor arrogant.

The elder of the Seventh Sword trembled, feeling quite dissatisfied, but he knelt down and said coldly, "Greetings to the Sword Ancestor, from now on I will give you full authority to take care of the Sword Suppressing Sect. However, I will say something ugly ahead of time. If

One day, I find that you do not have this qualification, and I am the first to stand up for the sect, so I will kill you!"

Luo Feng snorted coldly, and immediately fell from the altar, down the stone stairs, and came to the seventh elder, "Since I am your sword ancestor, it is my turn to speak now."

"Seventh Elder," Luo Feng untied the star bug and unfolded it, revealing his serious face.

The seventh elder bowed, "What are your orders?"

"Your disciples are barbaric and brutal. They want to kill me when I am weak just because they like what I have. Do you think they deserve to die?"

"According to the ancestral teachings of the true and false sects, if you have a bad mind, you should be killed."

"Then what if you, as a master, are incompetent in discipline, don't care about right and wrong, and want to silence me afterward, but have no apologies at all?"

The Seventh Sword Elder's expression changed, and he felt like a deflated rubber ball.

"You should cultivate yourself and lead by example."

As soon as these words came out, the other Six Swords elders turned pale.

The First Sword Elder hurriedly said, "Sword Ancestor, Lao Qi is thinking about the entire Sword Sect. If word spreads that you are a member of Emperor Bai Chen, it will be a disaster for the Sword Sect."

"Yes, Sword Ancestor, Lao Qi is excusable. He is absolutely loyal to Jian Ancestor, and he is also the most talented among our seven brothers. How could he dare to make such a decision if he didn't have to do it out of necessity?

?”

"Rules are rules, Seventh Elder, if you really think about the Sword Sect, do you know what to do now?"

"Okay," the seventh elder raised his head with a firm look in his eyes, and stood up suddenly, "I will leave to cultivate now as a warning to the disciples below!"

"Master!" More than a hundred disciples of the Seventh Sword Sect began to cry, "Master, you can't leave to cultivate. I...we will take your place, Sword Ancestor, let us take the punishment in our place."

"Why don't you take action yet?" Luo Feng said coldly.

"Just do it," he said, and the long sword rose into the sky with a roar, approaching his spiritual consciousness from top to bottom.

"Master, no!"

Countless disciples rose into the sky to block the sword.

But how can their strength block the seventh elder's sword of judgment?

The sword shape fell, and countless disciples were washed away.

In an instant, the sword energy swept across and landed between the eyebrows of the Seventh Sword elder who had his eyes tightly closed.

But at this moment, the long sword was controlled by some invisible force.

"This..." Everyone heard the sound and turned around, only to see Luo Feng using his mental power to control the flying sword.

Seeing that the spiritual consciousness had not been destroyed for a long time, the seventh elder opened his eyes in confusion.

Luo Feng said, "Are you really not afraid?"

"The apprentice's fault has nothing to do with my discipline as the master. He should be punished."

Luo Feng suddenly smiled and said, "You do deserve to be punished, but I also know that there are many disciples and people's hearts are unpredictable. It is inevitable that sometimes they will make mistakes."

"Nowadays, Zhenjian's great sect is in dire straits and is waiting to be revitalized. If the Seventh Sword Elder abandons his cultivation, it will appear that I am ignorant."

"Then Sword Ancestor, what do you mean..." the fat elder of Sixth Sword said with a smile.

"When our Sword-Suppressing Sect makes a comeback and regains its divine power in the Eastern Wasteland, you can abandon your cultivation. You are still useful now."

The Seventh Sword Elder was startled. He knelt down deeply and said, "Thank you, Sword Ancestor."

"Thank you Sword Ancestor!" The disciples knelt down one after another in gratitude.

"Come in and talk," Luo Feng said and walked straight towards the Sword Suppression Hall.

The elder of Seven Swords enters the game, and the disciples are waiting outside...

Luo Feng then said, "Since I have assumed the position of the sword ancestor, I have the obligation to restore it to its former glory."

"Why did the Zhenjian sect fail so much now?"

The Great Elder sighed, "It's not that my Sword Suppressing Sect is not as good as other sects, it's just..."

"Just what?"

"It's just that the old sword ancestor suddenly disappeared, and the territory that once belonged to my sword-suppressing sect was exploited by other forces. Now, even if there are talented disciples under his name,..."

The fat elder answered, "But now the Sword Sect is so tight and has insufficient resources that it is difficult to truly cultivate outstanding disciples."

"Yes," the elder of the Seventh Sword shook his head, "So if things go on like this, even talented swordsman geniuses will no longer pass by the door of my Sword Suppressing Sect. Instead, they will go to our former enemy, and the fairy sword will fly away.

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"As expected," Luo Feng frowned, "Is the lack of resources the reason why the Sword Sect is so lonely now?"

The great elder said, "Sword Ancestor, we have tried hard, but there is nothing we can do. It is not easy for us to hold on to this little place now. Moreover, people from the Immortal Sword Fei Sect have frequently appeared here recently, trying to scare these disciples away.

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"There are less than two thousand disciples left here today. They are all struggling to support themselves and are being humiliated."

Luo Feng snorted coldly, "Is the Feijian Immortal Sect very strong?"

"It is definitely one of the top sects, of course..." The Great Elder smiled, "This is not comparable to the Lord of the East Wasteland, Emperor Bai Chen."

The fat elder nodded and said, "But Sword Ancestor knows Emperor Bai Chen. I believe that in the future..."
To be continued...