Chapter 1122: Three Cores
After the core disciples handed out awards, an elder held a scroll in his hand and began to talk about the history of the sect.
"We, the Tyrant Sect, are one of the three major sects of the human race in this world. We are the founder of the sect and the patriarch of the Tyrant Sky. We have established the sect for thousands of years. We have protected our human race's eternal peace, bless the people of our human race in the dawn of time, and have ascended to immortal masters, with more than 830 people. .”
"All my disciples of the Tyrant Sect should take it as their own responsibility to protect the peace of the human race, respect their ancestors and be loyal, eliminate demons and defend the Tao, and protect the world's common people..."
The elder at the table talked so much that Xiang Chen and others felt like dozing off.
"Today's induction ceremony for new disciples is about to come to a successful conclusion. Finally, the sect leader will give a speech."
The elder at the table stepped back after speaking.
Sect Master Zijin stood up, Ye Tianjiao supported her left hand, Sect Master Zijin looked down at the new disciples below, and said: "Batian Sect can give you whatever you want, it all depends on whether you have the strength, Wang Tu Baye, Or it’s more than ten thousand people, it’s all up to you to fight for it.”
She didn't talk too much. After she finished speaking, she stopped talking and signaled to the elders with her eyes.
The elder walked out and said loudly: "The new disciple's entrance ceremony has officially concluded successfully. The new disciple's residence has been settled in the admissions hall."
"Farewell to the sect leader!"
The old disciples who knew the rules immediately bowed and sent them off, and the new disciples also followed suit.
Sect Master Zijin and others left the viewing platform under the gaze of everyone. All the old disciples also began to disperse in twos and threes, and many people stopped to look at the new junior brothers and sisters.
"The major deacons in the admissions hall will arrange accommodation for the disciples." The admissions elder shouted to the deacons and disciples on the side, and the deacons and disciples began to come over to take people.
"Who is Tang Yu?"
At this time, several cold voices came.
Xiang Chen and others paused and looked over. Three of the ten core disciples came over.
The man in the middle has a burly figure, reaching three meters in height. His robes are bulging out from his muscular body. He has short hair, leopard eyes, and a lion's nose. The whole person looks like a ferocious beast in human form.
Behind his back, he carried a huge heavy knife three meters long. The heavy knife had no edge, but it still gave people an aura of sharpness that could cut anything.
There is a person on the left, dressed in white jade brocade clothes, with long hair and a crown, sword eyebrows and starry eyes. There is a long black sheath sword on the left and right sides of the waist. The whole person is like a long sword, with sharp edges.
The person on the right has an ordinary appearance and a delicate face. He is wearing a Confucian white long robe with runes flowing on it.
"The three core disciples, Meng Zikun, Li Jianxuan, and Lu Fusheng!"
The deacon disciple looked at the three people with awe in his eyes. Although these three people were his junior disciples according to their age when they entered the sect, their status was much higher than his.
Xiang Chen looked over and frowned, knowing that someone looking for trouble was coming.
"Are you Tang Yu, the man who killed hundreds of disciples of my old sect?" Meng Zikun, the tallest man, looked at Xiang Chen and asked indifferently.
"That's right. What do you three have to say?"
Xiang Chen asked calmly.
"Boy, you are so brave!"
Meng Zikun suddenly shouted loudly, and then an extremely powerful aura broke out and enveloped Xiang Chen.
This surge of momentum also contains a heaven-reaching sword intention, and it is not the heaven-reaching sword intention that has just entered the realm.
This terrifying eternal energy pressure, all covering one person, is enough to force any ordinary king of Xiaoyao Realm to kneel down.
Xiang Chen also felt a little heavy, but it was not enough to make him bend his knees.
"Boy, my junior brothers also said that it was you who led them into the crocodile-men encirclement, which caused heavy losses to our Hengshan Sword Sect and the death of my junior brother."
Li Jianxuan, one of the ten core disciples, also said coldly.
"My junior brother from Tianfu Palace must have been tricked by you too."
In Tianfu Hall, Lu Fusheng said coldly: "My cousin Lu Kai died in it."
"What a bastard of Ma. It's your own junior brothers who are seeking death to harm us. What does it have to do with us?" Wang Ying cursed coldly and took a step forward. All the brothers in Yanhuang took a step forward with cold eyes.
And Meng Zikun suddenly slapped him.
Boom... A powerful force of ancient true energy instantly bombarded Wang Ying. Wang Ying spat out a mouthful of blood and was knocked away.
"chick!"
"you wanna die!"
Yanhuang's brothers were furious, and their true energy burst out instantly.
At this time, thousands of inner disciples gathered around, including some core disciples, and their majestic momentum enveloped the Yanhuang crowd.
Xiang Chen's face was cold and he said: "Sect of the sect, you dare to attack your fellow sects?"
Meng Zikun sneered: "The sect does not prohibit fighting. As long as I don't beat you to death, boy, as long as you kneel down, kowtow to me eight hundred times, pay homage to my dead eight hundred junior brothers, and then cut off your arms, it's okay. Forget it."
"I'll kowtow to you!" Li Huan suddenly burst out with a single step and struck Meng Zikun with a sword as fast as lightning.
Meng Zikun sneered, and struck out with a palm like a knife at an even more alarming speed.
Uh-huh!
A golden sword light burst out and tore into Li Huan's body instantly.
There was a pop, blood spurted out, and Li Huan was slashed away by the clapping knife.
And Meng Zikun came with a sudden step and kicked Li Huan's lower abdominal dantian hard. This kick might break the dantian.
Bang!
However, a black and red heavy knife blocked Li Huan's body, and the knife released waves of thunder power comparable to the ages.
Xiang Chen raised his knife and blocked the kick.
Meng Zikun was slightly surprised. Then a kick exploded with stronger leg power.
boom!
Xiang Chen was kicked back, holding the knife and retreating repeatedly, his arms were numb and painful.
He is not yet a match for the powerful man in the eternal realm.
"It seems that you have chosen to resist to the end. Come here, break all their legs!"
Meng Zikun shouted.
Thousands of people gathered around, and the momentum was overwhelming.
"Boy, this is what you get for offending us."
The disciples of Ba Dao Mansion all looked at this scene with sneers.
"Who dares to take action?"
At this time, an angry shout came.
Uh-huh!
A crimson war gun shot out almost instantly, at an astonishing speed.
boom!
The war gun was suddenly inserted in front of Xiang Chen and others, releasing astonishing spiritual power and gun intent.
"Get out of my way!"
In the crowd, a large group of people also rushed over. The leader was a slender, handsome, and cold young man with long sideburns, wearing black clothes. There was also a woman in black clothes beside him.
More than a thousand people followed him, all armed with spears.
"Yue Wu."
When Meng Zikun and others saw this man, their eyes narrowed slightly.
The person coming was Yue Wu, one of the top ten core disciples with them!
Around Yue Wu were Yue Ying, Yue Pengyun and others.
"Meng Zikun, Li Jianxuan, and Lu Fusheng, one of the top ten core disciples, bully the new junior fellow apprentices, do they have a bright face? I, Yue Wubao, protect this group of junior fellow disciples!"
Yue Wu came over and drew his spear. His expression was arrogant and cold, and his aura was overwhelming. He was not weak to these three people at all.
