Chapter 17 Dao Wuji

The huge Wan Jianzong was silent at this moment, and the needles could be heard. ( )

"Gollum."

One after another, the voices of swallowing saliva sounded one after another, and everyone in Wanjianzong looked at Situ Nan with an incredible expression on their faces.

Datian Drum... The third sound?

oh my gosh, don't be so crazy!

The first sound alerted the ordinary elders, the second sound alerted the master of the Twelve Peaks of Wanjian, and the third sound alerted the real headmaster!

Once the real head teacher appears, it means that if the drum beater can't say why, he will be burned by the fire of heaven for seven, seven, forty-nine days, and the wind will blow for eight, eight, sixty-four days, and ten thousand swords will penetrate the heart for nine Ninety-eighty-one!

Such a cruel punishment is not only a respect for the Datian Drum, but also a warning to Wan Jianzong. Once someone rings, the whole sect must be present immediately!

Right now, Situ Nan is beating the Datian Drum for that young man with extraordinary talent and unparalleled heart, not one, but three earth-shattering sounds!

This shocked the whole sect from top to bottom. Even the eleven peak masters who had collapsed in front of Mount Tai and did not change their faces changed greatly, and their eyes looking at Situ Nan were full of complex meanings.

Especially the Lord of Tibetan Sword Peak, when he saw that the drummer was indeed Situ Nan, his brows could not help but wrinkle tightly, and then he sighed inwardly.

After a long silence, the entire Ten Thousand Swords Sect uttered an air-conditioning sound.

"Hey! No way, my feet are weak, who will help me, it's too cruel, it's just trying not to be astonishing to death!"

"I'm doing it! Lao Tzu obeyed, and the three beating drums made my soul almost dissipate. Could it be that the Eight Great Sects are going to join forces to attack Wanjian Sect?"

"This person is very powerful, and he is obviously an elder at the stage of forming a pill. He doesn't look like a fool. It seems that he has something incredible to report!"

The scene was noisy. Tens of thousands of disciples gathered around the platform of life and death, and everyone looked sluggish, as if struck by lightning.

On the stage of life and death, Situ Nan looked solemn, fearless, and put his own life and death aside.

The golden hammer burst out with immeasurable divine light. However, just as it was about to fall, a seemingly gentle, but incomparably tyrannical force swept in from a distance, blocking the golden hammer in mid-air.

at the same time,

A calm and somewhat helpless voice came slowly.

"The sect master has already appeared, so don't disturb the elders, okay?"

A figure came from afar, and every step it fell, it struck the hearts of everyone like a hammer of the gods. A person has a terrifying feeling of incomparable divine power and contempt for the Eight Wildernesses.

This person is the eighth generation headmaster of Wanjianzong.

The way is infinite!

He looks like a young man, but he is actually an old monster who has lived for nearly a thousand years. The real fairy of fireworks, with peerless grace and beauty, detached from the world. (Marshmallow Novel Network Www.MianHuaTang.Cc provides Txt free download)

"It's been one hundred and sixty years that I haven't heard the Datian Drum sounding. I don't know what kind of event this time will be."

Dao Wuji is extraordinary and refined, and his temperament is like a fairy. He walked step by step, exuding an unparalleled aura, stepping out a hundred meters in one step, truly shrinking into an inch, he is a powerful cultivator with boundless supernatural powers.

He came from afar, and after only a few dozen steps, he appeared on the stage of life and death, with a soft divine light blooming all over his body, and as soon as he appeared, he attracted everyone's attention, as if he had become the only one in the world.

"See Sect Master!"

All the disciples bowed down immediately, while the ordinary elders bowed deeply. As for the Lord of Eleven Peaks, he just bowed his head slightly, and it was considered that he had seen the headmaster.

"No need to be polite."

Dao Wuji rolled up his sleeves, and a gentle force lifted all the disciples who were kneeling on the ground.

"Thank you Sect Master!"

Tens of thousands of disciples shouted in unison, and everyone's eyes were filled with awe, which shows that this person has a very high status in their hearts.

"I haven't seen it for many years, and the teaching style is better than before." An elegant man shook his feather fan and said with a chuckle.

He is the master of the sword peak, and he can also be called handsome and handsome, but compared with Dao Wuji, his appearance and temperament are more than one step behind.

"Junior brother has won the award, your style is not inferior to senior brother." Dao Wuji chuckled, the whole person looks gentle and amiable, approachable, without the slightest sect master air.

The Sword Master shook his head and said, "You can't compare to the senior teacher. You were like this five hundred years ago, and you are still like this now. The years seem to have left no traces on you, and you are still as suave as before. , handsome and extraordinary, I really envy me."

Dao Wuji smiled softly, and was about to speak, but was interrupted by the master of Killing Sword Peak, her pretty face was frosty, her eyes were cold, and she said coldly: "I'm not in the mood to listen to you guys touting each other here, hurry up and get down to business, it's over. I have to go back to retreat, if it delays my comprehension of the sword art, the peak master will slash you all with one sword!”

As soon as the words fell, Dao Wuji and the other peak masters all smiled. They were brothers of the same period. They knew the temperament of this little sister. After the master of the peak, they only knew how to practice every day, and their temperament became more and more cold, and they did not respect the world, and they did not respect God and Buddha.

"Little Junior Sister, are you jealous that my skin is better than yours?" Dao Wuji teased, his skin was fair, delicate and lustrous, enough to make most women jealous.

"I'm jealous of you?" Peak Master Killing Sword sneered without falling, only listening to the sound of 'zheng', a blood-red divine sword overflowing with murderous aura was unsheathed, rolled up with boundless killing intent, and pointed to the infinite!

"A little white-faced, sissy, will I be jealous of you, the Peak Master?"

Suddenly, the wind was surging, the sand was flying, the atmosphere was suddenly solemn, and it was full of murderous intent.

"presumptuous!"

With a frown, a white-haired old man shouted coldly.

"Little Junior Sister, quickly put away the sword." The expressions of the other Peak Masters also changed slightly, and it was okay to make some innocuous jokes. No matter how close the relationship between their brothers and sisters is, they must give Dao Wuji enough respect, especially in this situation, they must not lose his face.

After all, Dao Wuji is the headmaster, and it represents the face of the entire Ten Thousand Swords Sect. How can people be insulted in front of many disciples?

However, Dao Wuji did not get angry, chuckled lightly, waved his hand and said, "It's okay, little junior sister's nature is like this, I won't be surprised."

"Hmph, pretending!"

Peak Master Killing Sword snorted, but instead of continuing to mock, he slowly put the blood-colored divine sword into the sheath.

"Okay, since little junior sister can't wait any longer, then I'll do the right thing. You must be eager to know what is it that can make this person beat the drum three times in a row." Dao Wuji chuckled and looked at The white-haired old man in front of him thought for a moment and said, "If I remember correctly, you are a law enforcement elder in Cangjian Peak."

"Yes, under the name Situ Nan, I was fortunate enough to meet the sect master at the ceremony when you became the headmaster." Situ Nan was flattered, but he did not expect that the sect master, who was in charge of every day, would remember him.

"My memory has always been good." Dao Wuji nodded, a great majesty suddenly pervaded, his expression gradually turned serious, and he said solemnly: "Don't talk nonsense, Elder Situ, let's talk about what is going on. , is it worth taking such a big risk, beating the Heavenly Drum three times in a row, and disturbing the whole sect?"