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Chapter seven hundred and forty-fifth: Ancestor Recognition Conference

The atmosphere was really awkward. Those who raised their hands were straighter, while those who didn't raised their hands looked embarrassed. Many senior leaders of small and medium-sized sects had already raised their hands secretly.

After being choked by Xiang Yang's words, "I'm old but not dead, I'm a thief." Uncle Tai's face, which was originally white jade, had a hint of blue, and his eyes were staring at the two young men who were very affectionate, without saying a word for a long time.

As others judged, he was also a little nervous at this moment. If Xiang Yang really brought the will of the Supreme Lord of Liuhe, this matter would be a little unstoppable.

Although he had just ascended to the Supreme, his heart was higher than the sky, but he knew that compared with the old Supreme, he was one step behind both prestige and combat power. Now he could accomplish things because he was not present. If he wanted to come, he would have made a fortune. Even if the two Supremes came, he would have to make a default for the sake of the human race.

But if he and the Supreme Lord of Liuhe have to stand it, he really doesn’t have the courage and determination before the Three Pure Ones have appeared.

Xiang Yang and Lu Yaer were slightly warm for a while, then raised their heads again: "Uncle Tai, who gave you the courage to make such a rash proposal and want to split my Xinglian Sect?"

He was so rude that Uncle Tai looked extremely ugly, and he gritted his teeth and said, "That's right, the vote has been passed now! This matter has been decided!"

On the side, the Fa-Public True Emperor smiled and said, "Sect Master Yang Wu, but the Supreme Liuhe has a decree? Even if he has voted, he will not count as long as he says a word!"

He directly led the conversation to the Supreme Lord of Liuhe. Uncle Tai's face darkened. Before he could speak, he saw Xiang Yang smiling and shook his head: "My master has been traveling for many days. It is estimated that it will be impossible for me to come back in the past few years. I am just representing myself. After all, Xinglian Sect is my hard work. I want to see how courageous this great figure from the Three Qing Immortal Sect has. I will split a sect that has made great efforts for the human race at will!"

Uncle Tai was relieved when he heard this and sneered: "What does it have to do with courage? Everyone is for the future of the human race. Besides, rules are rules. This is the vote that Liuhe Supreme has personally drafted and voted, so this matter will naturally be decided!"

Xiang Yang glanced at him disdainfully, shook his head and said, "Okay, let's talk about the rules, right? Then I just voted, I can't count the leader of the Xinglian Sect, right? Is it possible to do it again?"

Without waiting for Uncle Tai to speak, he smiled softly and said, "If you don't agree with what you have discussed just now, please raise your hand!"

Compared with Uncle Tai's voice, his voice was even more plain and clean, and there seemed to be no deterrent power. But after a word, the senior officials of the Xinglian Sect, Wanfa Immortal Sect, Baihua Palace, and the Nine Sects Alliance beside him raised their hands, and half of the hesitant sects also raised their hands.

Uncle Tai looked into the venue and sneered.

Even if the situation changed after Xiang Yang came, there were no more than 40% of the monks raising their hands in the field at this time, and everything was still under his control.

After waiting for a while, he wanted to speak, and a roar like thunder came from the door: "Little bastards of Tianhuo Sect, raise my hands!"

A leopard-headed, leopard-eyed man with a mighty figure strode in from the door. With a swaying body, he appeared in front of the top leaders of the Tianhuo Sect in the Eighteen Overlords Sect.

As soon as he appeared, there was a rush of heat around him. The cold wave brought by Uncle Tai just now was swept away, and the whole audience was silent. After a while, the sect leader of Tianhuo Sect suddenly trembled and stuttered, "The ancestor is your great-great-great-grandson, and kowtows to the ancestor!"

He bowed in tears, and the senior officials of the Tianhuo Sect beside him were also stunned. Looking at the face exactly the same as the portrait hanging in the middle of the sect hall, he quickly knelt down and pounded his head like garlic.

What a joke, this person is the only supreme emperor in Tianhuo Sect so far. It is precisely because of him that Tianhuo Sect can rank among the eighteen overlord sects. Tens of thousands of years ago, when he was there, Tianhuo Sect was a serious supreme sect. It was not until the disappearance of Wuding Supreme that the three sects of Sanqing, Liuhe and Bahuang had just stepped forward.

Who would have expected that the ancestor who had been missing for tens of thousands of years would appear here inexplicably? However, the leader of his family is the bloodline of this ancestor, and his senses will never be wrong.

Supreme Wuding looked at the group of masters in front of him who were the lowest and true emperor realm, and shook his head and sighed: "It's really getting less and less promising. Well, little kid, which lineage are you from? What's your name?"

The sect leader of Tianhuo Sect quickly raised his head, smiled and said, "Old ancestor, my name is Chi Xuan, and my grandfather is Chi Rui Zhen Emperor."

"Chi Rui? Oh, it's my third boy's lineage. Get up and raise your hands high!"

Emperor Chi Xuan stood up quickly and stood respectfully beside him. Since the ancestor said he wanted to raise his hand, what else could he say? He didn't even raise one hand and simply raised his thin and thin arms straight, looking like he surrendered to someone.

He raised his hand, and more than ten sects related to the Tianhuo Sect quickly raised their hands.

On the stage, Uncle Tai was already stunned. Why did a supreme appear inexplicably?

You know, although the Supreme Wuding has disappeared for tens of thousands of years, he is still famous in the mountains and sea realms. Even he has heard of it, and he is really confused for a moment.

However, the next moment, his face changed drastically. He saw figures walking in at the gate, each of whom was surrounded by strange appearances, and his aura was not inferior to him. Then, there were constant screams in the venue. A good meeting of the meeting became a meeting of ancestor recognition in an instant.

One, two, three, four, and twenty-seven supremes, all of whom are legendary figures in the mountains and sea realms.

Among the Eighteen Overlord Sects, except for the three supreme sects, almost every sect has an ancestor coming, each of which is at least tens of thousands of years ago. However, how can such a person be recorded in the sect? In addition, the momentum emitted from his body, how can this be fake?

These supreme masters came in and went directly to the place where their sect was located without saying a word. It would be fine if they were standing aside with Xinglian Sect. If not, they cursed first, and were a little irritable, and they slapped them up directly. Not long after, all the arms were raised in the entire venue.

After waiting for a long time, when the noisy sound gradually subsided, Xiang Yang smiled faintly, let go of the green buds, and walked towards the high platform step by step. Behind him, Supreme Haotian followed closely with two supreme masters who were not present in his own sect.

"Uncle Tai, what else do you have to say now?"
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