The highly anticipated battle for the chief disciples has finally come to an end.

More than 60,000 people under the cloud tower were talking and cheering for a long time before they gradually calmed down.

Everyone knows that the final battle must be exciting and thrilling.

But no one expected that the final result would be like this.

He Wuhen defeated Cang Yue in full view of everyone and justified himself to win the position of chief disciple.

Xue Tianjiao stood among the ten elders, with a look of pride and pride on his face, and an unconcealed excitement in his eyes.

The elders such as Qin Kaitian and Fu Yuankang all looked at him with envy, and at the same time felt ashamed of their previous words.

Afterwards, Mo Qingkong announced the result of the duel.

"In the final battle, He Wuhen won and successfully seized the position of chief disciple!"

When Mo Qingkong's voice spread throughout the Changsheng Peak, everyone was boiling, and more than 60,000 people raised their arms and shouted, cheering and thrilling.

He Wuhen then put away the blood-drinking knife, forced the internal organ injuries, and flew away from Yuntai and returned to the top of the mountain.

The left guardian Tan Wenji flew to the high platform and came to the bottom of the pit, transporting Yuanli to help Cang Yue suppress his injuries, which then woke him up.

After Cang Yue woke up, he looked unwilling and a bitter smile on his face. He ignored Tan Wenji's dissuasion and forced himself to leave the Changsheng Peak with his injuries.

Now, he, the person who once ranked first on the immortality list and most hoped to become the chief disciple, has no face to stay any longer.

As soon as He Wuhen flew back to the top of the mountain, Xue Tianjiao flashed and came to him.

"Master, you've not disappointed you, right?" He Wuhen squeezed a smile on his pale face.

Xue Tianjiao immediately reached out and held his wrist, and said with concern: "Don't talk first, I'll help you heal your wounds."

While speaking, Xue Tianjiao pointed his right hand with a sword, and pointed his thirteen fingers at He Wuhen's chest, abdomen and neck, sealing his acupoints.

Then he pressed his right palm against He Wuhen's back and sent out a vast and vast Yuan power.

Not only that, he also took out a middle-grade spiritual healing pill and gave it to He Wuhen.

He Wuhen's injuries were very serious. If he healed himself, it would take at least half a month even with Xiao Qinglong's help.

But Xue Tianjiao's actions were indeed extraordinary. After half an hour, he healed most of He Wuhen's injuries.

Next, He Wuhen can recover if he has another ten days of rest.

When Xue Tianjiao stopped working, He Wuhen opened his eyes.

"Master, thank you."

Xue Tianjiao waved his hand with a smile and asked a few more questions with concern. Seeing that He Wuhen was not seriously injured, he felt relieved.

At this moment, Mo Qingkong announced again: "He Wuhen, go back to recuperate and heal. Half a month later, I will grant you the title of Chief Disciple."

Having said this, it means that the battle for this battle has come to an end.

More than 60,000 disciples left one after another, and while walking, they were still discussing the duel just now.

Although, many disciples on the immortality list performed very well.

But the person who is most noticed and talked about is of course He Wuhen.

The outer disciples left first, and two quarters of an hour later, the immortal peak opened.

Only then did the inner disciples leave one after another, all flew to the sky and return to their respective peaks.

Meng Qi and several disciples on the Longevity List came to congratulate He Wuhen, and then left.

Mo Qingkong, the left and right guardians, and ten elders were also secretly sending voices to discuss the previous duel.

At this moment, a dazzling purple light fell from the sky and fell onto the platform.

Mo Qingkong immediately looked solemn and reached out to catch the purple light.

The purple light gradually dissipated, and everyone saw that Mo Qingkong was holding a purple jade slip in his hand.

When Mo Qingkong's spiritual consciousness invaded the jade slip and saw the information in the jade slip, his face suddenly changed.

The other elders noticed that there was something wrong, so they stopped talking and looked at Mo Qingkong together.

"Secretary Master, what happened?"

Mo Qingkong then withdrew his spiritual sense and put the jade slip into the sleeves of a wide robe. His eyes were filled with deep meaning and looked at He Wuhen.

"He Wuhen, don't leave first, the Supreme Master of the Head will personally grant you a title."

"What?" As soon as this said, everyone was shocked, and the elders all showed shocked expressions.

Xue Tianjiao was stunned for a moment, then he immediately showed joy in his eyes, and his eyes looking at He Wuhen became more and more proud.

He Wuhen was about to leave Changsheng Peak and return to Qingyun Villa to heal his wounds, but after receiving such news, he was a little confused.

However, without saying anything, he followed the elders and entered the Hall of Eternal Life with Mo Qingkong.

For a long time, Mo Qingkong and the left and right guardians were guarded by the Great Hall of Eternal Life.

As for the supreme master of the Changsheng Sect, he has not appeared for countless years and is said to have been in seclusion and practiced in seclusion.

All the affairs in the sect are handled by Mo Qingkong and the left and right guardians.

Now, the Supreme Master of the Head Clan has come forward just to grant He Wuhen the position of chief disciple.

As a result, the elders, guardians, Mo Qingkong and others thought about how much the supreme master attached to He Wuhen.

The Hall of Eternal Life is majestic and solemn, showing the breath of the holy land of martial arts.

The hall is wide and tall, with a sacred and majestic decoration, and is filled with buildings and furnishings made of rare treasures.

The majestic hall, which is hundreds of feet high and thousands of feet in a radius, is empty.

There are hundreds of unknown gems on the dome, emitting light like stars, illuminating the entire hall.

At the northern end of the hall, there is a huge chair more than three meters wide, which is the throne of the supreme sect.

The whole chair is made of black star stone, and the precious one is comparable to the level 6 spiritual weapon.

The elders brought He Wuhen to the throne, with their hands hanging beside them, and their expressions were solemn and solemn, waiting quietly.

The left and right guardians stood on both sides of the throne, and the deputy head Mo Qingkong stood in front of the throne, standing with his hands down, waiting for the arrival of the supreme master.

He Wuhen stood at the end of the team, quietly looking around, still speculating in his heart.

Before coming to Changsheng Sect, Mr. Jin from the Divine Weapon Pavilion had already told him a lot about Changsheng Sect.

The head of Changsheng Sect is named Du Xuanji, who is the supreme Emperor of Martial Arts.

Although Du Xuanji was the head of the Changsheng Sect for a while, he was only a young man over 600 years old, his skills and courage were quite good.

He Wuhen was surprised when he heard Mr. Jin's words.

"An old monster over six hundred years old can also be called a young man?"

Mr. Jin smiled and explained that there are only a handful of powerful people in the supreme realm of Emperor Wu on Zhongzhou Continent.

The other supreme emperors of the Martial Emperor, even if they are genius, took thousands of years to advance to the Martial Emperor realm.

Several powerful martial emperors who are still alive are at least over 1,000 to 8,000 years old.

Compared with the other supreme masters, Du Xuanji can advance to the Martial Emperor's power within six hundred years, and is indeed a young man.

Now, He Wuhen is standing in the Hall of Eternal Life, looking at the empty throne, recalling Mr. Jin's words, and couldn't help but have a trace of conjecture in his heart.

"The head coach Du Xuanji has been advancing to the powerful Martial Emperor for six hundred years and is a genius of the world. I wonder what he looks like?"

"The most important thing is that the matter of giving the title of the chief disciple can be accomplished by the deputy head Mo Qingkong. Master Du personally gave the title to me to show his respect for me. But he has never shown up and has never seen me at all, so why do he value me?"

This is the most puzzling thing for He Wuhen.

Everyone waited quietly for about half a quarter of an hour, and a purple light suddenly fell from the dome of the hall.

The dazzling and noble purple light wrapped around a figure and descended on the throne.

After the infinite purple light dissipated, everyone could see clearly that there was an extraordinary middle-aged man on the throne.

This man was wearing a purple robe, a jade crown on his head, a jade belt on his waist, and many precious star crystals were inlaid on his waist.

He is burly and sturdy, eight feet tall, with a strong and majestic face, and his whole body exudes the aura of a strong man who looks down on the world.

There is no doubt that this man in purple robe is Du Xuanji, the head of the Changsheng Sect.

All the elders, the guardian and the deputy head Mo Qingkong immediately bent down and bowed, shouting, "Greetings to the Supreme Master of the Master!"

He Wuhen was stunned, widened his eyes, and looked at the man in purple robe incredibly.

"It turned out to be him!!"

At this moment, his heart suddenly tightened, and many worries and doubts arose in his heart.

Because the head teacher Du Xuanji in front of him was the one who attacked him in Qingyun Villa that night.

That night, a man in purple robe broke into Qingyun Villa and attacked him three times.

Although he was beaten by the man in purple robe, he also injured the man in purple robe with Shura.

Now, when he saw that the head coach Du Xuanji was a man in purple robe, He Wuhen had only one thought in his heart.
To be continued...