Can……
Let Nezha be the next leader of Taixuan?
Are you kidding me?
But soon, Nezha waved the Chengtian Sword twice as before, then grinned and threw it back.
The Chengtian Sword hummed twice in the air, then dived into the sword-washing pool and disappeared without a sound.
Zhou Yuan: “…”
Damn, it really is a ghost!
"Nezha, I want to challenge you!" By the sword-washing pool, Zong Ting flew up and landed on another spiritual platform. He stared at Nezha with a sharp gaze, and the fire scales in his hand flashed with light.
"In the name of Chaotian, I challenge you. Do you dare to accept it?"
The name of Chaotian City is the name of Bai Ye, the Sword Saint of Beizhou. The weight of this is so great that even Zhou Yuan's face changed slightly.
Although his heart was beating wildly, he was inexplicably looking forward to it.
But the next moment, Nezha clapped his hands and asked in confusion.
"So... have you ever practiced Qi?"
"Ah?" Zong Ting was stunned for a moment. "Of course I'm practicing Qi. Practicing Qi to build a foundation, returning to the origin, and realizing the mind, aren't these the levels of cultivation?"
"Oh." Nezha grinned boredly, and the wind-fire wheel under his feet circled, carrying her away from the spiritual platform and heading towards the ninth peak.
"Useless."
Zong Ting "..."
…
In the back mountain of Taixuan, Chen Bailou looked up and saw a faint star shadow slowly dissipating in the depths of the dome above Taixuan Sect. His eyes gradually became strange and complicated.
After a long time, he glanced at Shenxiang Peak and turned around gently.
"Huolin, give it to Chaoyang."
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