Next to these dozen sect elders, a figure in green soon came into the sight of the two men.
This figure is otherworldly and has an extraordinary temperament. At this moment, his hands are slightly clasped, and in his hands, a unique blood-red sword is about to emerge.
"The sect's sword bearer!"
"This is Qing... Senior Brother Wu Ling!"
Chen Changsheng and the other two were so excited that they almost called out Uncle Qingyu's name, but fortunately they reacted in time.
But I didn’t expect that in the world of martial arts, Uncle Qingyu is still so outstanding.
The excited words that Chen Changsheng had just spoken also quickly attracted the attention of many disciples of the sect. Several of the clan members even approached the two of them inadvertently and whispered in their ears:
"My two junior brothers, this is a major matter for the sect. Please be careful with your words and actions. Otherwise, it will be difficult for you to stay in the Xuehe Sect as a disciple."
Facing the friendly reminder from his tribesmen, Chen Changsheng also hurriedly replied:
"Thank you for the reminder, brother."
Seeing Chen Changsheng and the other two coming up the road, the tribesmen beside them stopped talking but did not leave.
As the number of people in the square increased, soon a blurry figure accompanied by clouds and mist approached the high platform of the sect square.
When this figure appeared, many elders shouted in the square:
"Welcome, Master!"
Chen Changsheng tried to peek at the appearance of the Blood River Sect's leader but found nothing. However, he had already known about this through family records, so it was not surprising.
What made him even more curious was that six bells rang out in the sect today, and the sect master also appeared with them. What was going on?
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