"Isn't Senior Brother here yet?"

Ling'er had a trace of doubt on her face and said loudly, you have to know that this shouldn't be, usually your senior brother is more anxious than herself.

After Ling'er's voice sounded, everyone present quieted down, after all, as the second disciple of the Holy Lord, he still had a lot of majesty.

In particular, many people in the Holy Land are familiar with this Lord of Fairy Spirit Island, that is, their senior sister, whose personality is not as beautiful as it seems.

All the people present at the moment instantly seemed to be targeted by a certain force, even Chang Xiaobai and other elders.

Some of the strong people who came here couldn't help but feel a little strange on their faces when they saw this scene, and they couldn't help but ask a former disciple of the Holy Land around them.

Then her face couldn't help but become strange, it turned out that this Holy Land Senior Sister also had a nickname, Little Witch.

Ling'er, who used to have the support of Yan Churan and the two of them, was a joy in the holy land, which made many people miserable.

Of course, I can't afford to provoke and hide, but now that I see this senior sister, many people's faces are still not so calm.

"Uncle Shi, the master has been traveling all over the world very early, and I believe he must be on the road at this time."

However, someone needs to stand up after all, and this person is Song Yuanqiao, the eldest disciple of the True Martial Dao Sect.

Song Yuanqiao had some scalp tingling at this time, and he didn't know what this uncle wanted to do, so he was going to pretend not to be there.

I don't know which senior brother pushed him, but he stood up and could only answer, and he had already decided in his heart that he must find this person when he went back.

"Since Senior Brother is not here, how about I preside over it?"

Ling'er's eyes moved and she smiled slightly, and her words seemed to be asking Song Yuanqiao.

After the words fell, Song Yuanqiao didn't answer first, and these elders of the Holy Land all stayed away from this area.

The reason is very simple, they are afraid that this little witch will ask them about them, and if they want to know about other things, Zhang Junbao can let them out, but only this matter can't be allowed.

After all, although this ceremony is simple, it represents the respect of the entire holy land for the holy lord, and it is conceivable that Zhang Junbao will never let it.

As for the cold sweat on Song Yuanqiao's forehead who was asked, he would not forget the last hundred years, this uncle talked about this matter, and his master sternly refused.

He had never seen such a master, and if he agreed, he was afraid that he would be expelled from the gate of Wudang Mountain if he went back.

At this time, Song Yuanqiao could be said to be in the battle between heaven and man in his heart, but at this moment, a voice came from a distance.

"Senior sister, don't mess around."

After the words fell, Ling'er's face changed slightly, and then he snorted lightly and stepped aside.

All the living beings present also heard this voice, and a figure appeared in their minds, which was Zhang Junbao, the head of the Far West.

"Step, step!"

The sound of footsteps came from the Beijiang Avenue in the distance, and couldn't help but attract the attention of all the living beings present.

A middle-aged figure in a simple robe slowly appeared, followed by a group of children.

"Zhang Junbao, worthy of his name!"

The faces of the beings above the saints present condensed slightly, and some strong people from other places who entered Beijiang to watch the grand ceremony said solemnly.

In particular, there was an old saint who actually felt a burst of danger from Zhang Junbao's figure, which was an irresistible force.

"I'm afraid this one is not far from preaching."

The eldest sage couldn't help but think with emotion, but with that empress preaching in front of him, it was easier for many living beings to accept Zhang Junbao.

There are many people who feel the same way as the old sage, and at this time, the most fortunate is Song Yuanqiao, fortunately, his master arrived in time.

"I've seen Senior Brother!"

"I've seen Senior Brother!"

.......

But soon one after another voices sounded, and one after another figures stood up, which instantly surprised many people.

"Is there so many disciples of the same generation in the Holy Land?"

"It is said that Zhang Junbao entered later later, so before that, no matter how many generations of disciples entered, they were called senior brothers."

"None of these shouting senior brothers are below the realm of great power, that is, these people occupy most of the extreme west."

.......

This senior brother made many living beings talk about it, mainly because there were too many of them.

There are hundreds of them, ranging from the Great Sage to the Great Mighty Realm, and now there are some living beings who finally understand why the Holy Land can dominate the Far West.

"Some of these people used to be the children of some families, and later entered the Holy Land and became disciples of the Holy Land, and after inheriting the position of the patriarch of the family, they hung their power under the Holy Land."

However, an old man who understood the development of the Holy Land couldn't help but explain that this was the reason why most of the forces in the True Far West came from the Holy Land.

Eight hundred sects in the extreme west, this is not a joke, after all, the Holy Land has long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, if it was said that it was because of the status of a disciple of the Holy Land at the beginning, then it was a status symbol later.

For example, if one sect comes from the Holy Land and another sect does not, think about it and know which sect Tianjiao in the extreme west will choose.

"All the juniors and disciples don't have to be polite, it's rare to get together."

Zhang Junbao's face did not have too much serious taste, and he did not have the meticulousness of temporarily acting for the Holy Lord in the Holy Land, but there was an extra sense of affinity.

"Senior brother has improved again."

Ling'er's eyes flickered and murmured, there are not a few people who can feel Zhang Junbao's changes, but they are all happy for Zhang Junbao.

After handing over the disciples in his hands to Song Yuanqiao, Zhang Junbao stepped onto the high platform that had already been prepared.

In front of the high platform is the statue of the Holy Lord, but for some reason, the face is blurred, and people can't see the real face.

An old man from the Holy Land Patriarch stood up and stood next to Zhang Junbao, because he had studied the way of etiquette quite a bit, and his qualifications should be enough.

Therefore, he will preside over the meeting with the patriarch, and the next presiding will be handed over to Zhang Junbao.

"Since the creation of the Holy Land, the ancestors have gone against the current."

"Rise in the land of the end, so that there is a descendant remnant."

.......

The old man had already prepared his words, and spoke under Zhang Junbao's instructions.

There was silence in the audience, and although this was a celebration of merit, even those who watched it felt that it was not too much.

Which emperor is not invincible in the world, even in the era of mythology, it is also respected by several people, and it must be one of the most honorable people.

And the eyes of Tianjiao, who was born in the new era, appeared a majestic figure, as if the process of moving from weakness to greatness.

Many living beings could feel the statue emitting a slight halo, but many of the people present were used to it, and this was the resonance of the rules of heaven and earth.

Only those who hear this inscription for the first time can see the vision, including many foreign creatures, whose eyes seem to witness the ups and downs of an emperor before he became enlightened.

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