After hearing the two disciples' discussions, He Wuhen couldn't help but smile at the corner of his mouth.

"Teach special care for me? I probably don't have that much face yet. These two guys can really make a fool of themselves."

He ignored the two disciples and went straight to the Pill Palace and found Xue Tianjiao.

In the alchemy room in the underground secret room, Xue Tianjiao was still concentrating on how to refine two elixirs at a time.

Seeing He Wuhen, Xue Tianjiao stopped working, smiled and picked up the teacup and sat on the chair to taste the tea.

"Boy, where have you been going these days? Why aren't there any ghosts?"

"Master, am I practicing in seclusion and preparing for the competition for the chief disciple!"

"This is almost the same." Xue Tianjiao nodded with satisfaction, and his spiritual sense went to He Wuhen to investigate.

As soon as he saw it, his face suddenly changed, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"You have been promoted to the ninth level of Martial King?"

"Yes." He Wuhen nodded with a smile.

Xue Tianjiao burst into laughter and shouted repeatedly: "Okay! That's great! After seeing you for half a month, you kid has actually been promoted to another level. This upgrade speed can scare a lot of people to death if you say it!"

"Now that you have been promoted to the ninth level of Martial King, there is even greater hope of competing for the chief disciple!"

He heard what he said, He Wuhen took the opportunity to ask: "Master, when I came just now, I heard two disciples talking about it, saying that our sect would start a battle for the chief disciples in three days. What's going on?"

"This is the thing. Since the death of the chief disciple of the sect, the position of the chief disciple of this sect has been empty two years ago."

"Originally, the sect planned to wait a few years before selecting the chief disciple. However, in another month, it will be the 18th day of the twelfth lunar month. That is the day when the saint of Wushuang City gets married and marrys the young master of the Tianjian Sect."

"Our nine martial arts holy lands are the leaders of the human race, and of course they are in harmony with each other and have good neighbors. For such a great event, the supreme master of each martial arts holy land will bring the deputy leader and the chief disciple to Wushuang City to watch the ceremony. Therefore, the selection of the chief disciple is imperative."

After hearing what Xue Tianjiao explained, He Wuhen suddenly realized it.

However, his face was a little weird, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"A big happy event? I don't think so, hum."

"What are you muttering about by little brat?" Xue Tianjiao raised his eyebrows.

"Oh, nothing, I mean, then I need to prepare well." He Wuhen quickly changed the subject.

Speaking of this issue, Xue Tianjiao restrained his smile and his face gradually became serious.

"Boy, although you have been promoted to the ninth level of Martial King, my master knows that you are gifted and will definitely create more miracles. I am also looking forward to you to shine in this battle for the chief disciples, take the lead, and become the chief disciple."

"However, you must not be proud and underestimate the enemy. Whether it is Yi, Lu Wanrong, or Cang Yue, they are all geniuses. These three are great enemies, so you must treat them with caution."

Listening to Xue Tianjiao's instructions, He Wuhen smiled and comforted: "What's wrong? Master, isn't you confident in me again?"

"Don't worry! Even if Cang Yue and Lu Wanrong are both extremely geniuses, I still have the confidence to defeat them. Master, let's take a look this time."

Xue Tianjiao knew that he was confident and arrogant, so he stopped saying anything and nodded with a smile: "Okay, since you are so confident, then let's wait and see."

"Although these three people are the most geniuses among our disciples, my disciple Xue Tianjiao is no worse than any of them!"

After saying that, Xue Tianjiao took out a pill and a talisman and handed it to He Wuhen.

"You little brat, you have been a disciple of your master for too short, and you still have time to teach you."

"This spiritual cauldron talisman and this spiritual cauldron pill are treasures that have been treasured by our master for many years. They are used to save our lives in crisis. Now I will give it to you."

"If you fight with genius disciples three days later, there will be no accidents. You must be careful and never be careless. Even if you cannot win the chief disciple, it doesn't matter, but you must not be seriously injured or disabled, or be killed."

The Spirit Cauldron Talisman is a level six spiritual talisman, which is enough to withstand the full-strength attack of the low-level martial emperor, and can only be used once.

The Spirit Ding Pill is a top-grade spiritual elixir worth 100,000 yuan in spirit stones.

After taking the Spirit Ding Pill, you can gain unparalleled defense within ten breaths.

These two things are methods to increase defense and save lives. They are very useful in combat and fighting, and may have miraculous effects.

He Wuhen knew that these two things were valuable, and Xue Tianjiao had always kept them and couldn't bear to use them, so he wanted to refuse.

But Xue Tianjiao insisted on letting him accept it, otherwise he would be angry.

In desperation, He Wuhen had to put both things into the parcel space.

He Wuhen had a solemn expression, bent down to Xue Tianjiao, and said sincerely: "Master, I remember your kindness to your disciples in my heart, and I dare not forget it."

He Wuhen also knows the warmth and coldness of human feelings, so he is moved.

Although he usually acts arrogantly and confidently, it is due to his personality.

He remembers all the people who are truly good to him in his heart, and repays the kindness of a drop of water with a spring of water.

Although Xue Tianjiao is a little more rigid, he always wants to be a serious master and loves preaching.

But his concern and love for He Wuhen cannot be faked at all.

In addition to his grandfather He Yaotian, He Wuhen has felt this kind of care.

After coming to Zhongzhou Continent, Xue Tianjiao was the first elder to care so much about him, so he was of course grateful.

Looking at He Wuhen, who was usually full of spirit and arrogant and domineering, and also had such a side of his temperament, Xue Tianjiao nodded with relief and comforted her.

"Boy, I will never regret being a disciple like you in my life."

"You must remember to protect yourself no matter what. In the mind of a teacher, your safety is the most important thing."

"Okay, you go back and prepare. Three days later, come to the Changsheng Peak."

After saying that, He Wuhen bowed and said goodbye, left the Lingdan Palace, and returned to Qingyun Villa.

In the following time, he was in seclusion in Qingyun Villa and kept practicing the skills he had learned to consolidate his foundation and improve his strength.

Three days passed in a flash, and on this day, the entire Changsheng Sect fell into a boiling state.

The battle for the chief disciples may not be once in the Changsheng Sect for about a hundred years.

The last time the chief disciple selection was one hundred and twenty years ago.

Therefore, this uninvited battle in a century attracted hundreds of thousands of disciples of the Changsheng Sect to celebrate and cheer.

Everyone knows that geniuses gather in this battle, and they are absolutely wonderful and cannot be missed.

Not only six hundred inner disciples, sixty thousand outer disciples, but also all the elders and deacons rushed to the immortal peak.

Changsheng Peak is located in the northernmost part of the sect, and is also the highest mountain with the highest terrain and largest area.

The mountain is three thousand feet high and three hundred miles in a radius, which is the main peak of Changsheng Sect.

The main hall of the Changsheng Sect is located on this main peak, usually headed by the deputy leader and the left and right guardians.

This battle for the chief disciples was chaired by the deputy head Mo Qingkong and supervised and guided by the left and right guardians.

He Wuhen flew all the way and when he arrived at the Changsheng Peak, he was shocked by the scene in front of him.

A huge cloud tower floating above the top of Changsheng Peak, a radius of ten miles.

The so-called Yuntai is the cast of the elders of the Changsheng Sect with great energy gathered in the sky with white clouds.

The white clouds within a radius of hundreds of thousands of miles gather together and become a white cloud tower, sacred and high-end.

Obviously, this gimbal that has just been built is the battlefield of this battle.

The cloud platform is constructed by a powerful formation, and no matter how the strong Wu Emperor fights, it will not affect other people.

Below the Yuntai, more than 60,000 disciples gathered on the plains of the mountain with a radius of more than ten miles.

The outer and inner disciples of the entire Changsheng Sect came to watch the battle.

This battle is truly a big deal, unprecedented.

Although there are crowds of people on the top of the mountain, it is not crowded and chaotic.

In the huge square, more than 60,000 outer disciples stood in an orderly manner in the outer circle of the square.

Six hundred inner disciples stood in the inner circle of the square, gathered together in groups of three or three, and discussed a lot.

In the middle of the square, there is a ten-foot platform.

The ten elders of the Changsheng Sect, the left and right guardians and the deputy heads, all stood on the high platform.

These thirteen people, coupled with the unseen supreme master of the sect, are the top rulers of the Changsheng Sect.

After He Wuhen came to the square, he fell among the six hundred inner disciples and quietly looked at the scene.

On the high platform, Mo Qingkong stood in the front, with the left and right guardians following closely, and ten elders lined up in the back.

He Wuhen had basically seen the ten elders.

His eyes fell on Mo Qingkong and the left and right guardians.

The deputy head Mo Qingkong is a middle-aged man with a look of about fifty years old, dressed in a literati costume.

He was wearing a royal blue robe with a long robe, with a belt of spiritual jade around his waist, and a long hair tied into a bun, and an unknown feather crown.

He has a tall figure, fair skin as jade, a gentle and handsome face, and looks extremely bookish and gentle.

However, under the slightly weak scribe's appearance, he himself possesses the terrifying power that scares everyone.

Level 9 Martial Emperor!

The guardians on both sides are all burly and stubborn old men.

Although his hair and beard are all white, he is energetic and has a sharp and majestic look.

The left guardian Tan Wenji and the right guardian ancient style are all powerful men of the eighth-level martial emperor.

Feeling the powerful aura emitted by these three people, He Wuhen was secretly frightened.

After a while, Mo Qingkong spoke only after seeing everyone.

A gentle and nice voice spread throughout the audience, covering the entire mountain top, and pouring into everyone's mind without falling word.

Mo Qingkong made his opening remarks, first telling the significance of this battle, and then let the disciples from the third to tenth place on the immortality list take the stage.

Because, in this battle, these eight disciples will first conduct a duel on the ring.

The eight disciples will be eliminated seven, and the only winner will be eligible to duel with the first and second places.;
Chapter completed!