appeared in the field, standing between the Black Flood Dragon and Yun Hao. It was Lu Ming, the deputy headmaster of Qingfeng Academy."Its name is the Thousand-Year Black Flood Dragon, for it has no...The martial arts arena of Wanjianmen was packed with people, the atmosphere was boisterous and lively.

This is still because Wujianmen did not invite outsiders, and refused the reasons of outsiders, otherwise, the scene would be more heated.

"Haha, our Wànjiàn Mén finally has a Saint Son! I hope the chosen Saint Son can represent our Wànjiàn Mén and compete with all the geniuses in Tōngtiān City, bringing countless glory to Wànjiàn Mén!"

"The lineage of the Saint Son has been broken for too long, causing our Wan Jian Men to miss many opportunities to show ourselves in the Heavenly City!"

"I wonder if Si Qu of Feijian Tang is okay after the last cultivation mishap that injured him..."

"Humph, you actually believe Si Qu's injuries He's completely making excuses to avoid battle. He wants to use silent protest to coerce the sect into releasing his grandfather from the Law Enforcement Peak!"

"This is too disgusting, right This kind of person absolutely cannot become the Holy Son. If he were to become the Holy Son… it would be better not to have a Holy Son at all!"

"Ke Siqu's strength is indeed strong. His swordsmanship has reached the Heart Sword realm, and he is at the third level of the Heaven-Human realm. This information was from six months ago. In the past six months, it is possible that he has improved again..."

Only the chief disciples of Zhanjian Hall, Hong Xianling, or Zhenfata Hall, Le Zhijie, could stop Si Qu from becoming the Saint Son!

Indeed, the Son's position should belong to one of these three.

"I think Jian Hongchen might have a chance!"

"Sword Red Dust He isn't even the chief disciple, he doesn't even have the qualifications to participate in the competition!"

"No, he is qualified. At the last Autumn Hunting Grand Assembly, Jian Hongchen was the only one who completed all three tasks, so he became a Golden Sword Disciple. A Golden Sword Disciple can compete with the Chief Disciple for the position of Saint Son!"

"Even if Jian Hongchen is qualified, it's difficult. The last time he killed Xiao Hong, compared to Si Qu, Hong Xianling, and Le Zhijie, he was far inferior. Moreover, Jian Hongchen mainly relied on his teleportation divine ability to kill Xiao Hong by surprise. Now that everyone knows Jian Hongchen possesses the teleportation divine ability, his threat level has been significantly reduced!"

To be honest, if another year passed, our sect would definitely choose Jian Hongchen as the Saint Son. However, right now, his cultivation realm is still lacking!

There were all sorts of discussions going on.

Yunhao and Yisheng female with a group of people, standing together.

Ethan triumphed, radiating excitement. "Junior Brother Hongchen, Senior Sister believes in you! You're destined to become the Holy Son!"

Although others weren't very optimistic, they all cheered him on.

"Come on!"

"Create another miracle!"

"Since you've become the Holy Son, all of us in Flying Sword Hall have benefited from your glory. We support you!"

Yun Hao smiled faintly and did not answer.

Just then.

Figures dashed from afar, swooping down and landing on the platform at the front of the training ground.

Master Shen Chongjun, some elders with profound experience, and the hall masters of each hall.

Shen Chongjun nodded towards the elder beside him.

The elder immediately stepped forward and said, "Quiet!"

The noisy scene fell silent in an instant.

The elder's gaze swept over the crowd, and he said, "Today is a momentous occasion for our Wanjian Gate. It is the day we select our Holy Son, and also the day when disciples compete for a chance to cultivate under the Divine Tree of Eternity."

Therefore, in the competition, the first and second place winners will be able to go to Tianshen City, enter under the Heavenly Divine Tree, and bathe in the brilliance of the Dao for ten days of cultivation.

And the first place in the competition went to our Wànjiàn Mén's Holy Son.

Now, the chief disciple of the Sixth Hall makes his appearance!

The voice fell.

Six chief disciples, from Zhàn Jiàn Táng, Yù Jiàn Táng, Fēi Jiàn Táng, Zhèn Fǎ Táng, Liàn Qì Táng, and Liàn Dān Táng, simultaneously soared into the air and landed on the martial arts field.

Suddenly, cheers erupted.

From the area where people from Zhanjian Tang and Zhenfatang were located, cheers echoed through the sky, their morale high.

And yet, for Fei Jian Tang Si Qu, who had the greatest hope of becoming a saint, only a small number of people cheered for him.

A few days ago, in the midst of a double-sword struggle, Si Qu used the pretense of injury to avoid battle, which disgusted many people. Si Qu wanted to force his sect to release his grandfather, but not only was he unsuccessful, but he also lost the hearts of the people. It can be said that he failed to steal the chicken and lost the rice.

Even for the Sword Pavilion, Refining Artifact Hall, and Refining Pill Hall, whose hopes were slim in the struggle over the Holy Son, the cheers of encouragement that appeared were countless times louder than those given to Si Qu.

The strongest Si Qu, standing in the middle of the stage, was the most awkward person.

Si Qu was filled with anger, but he couldn't vent it. He could only force himself to calm down and pretend nothing had happened.

After the six chief disciples appeared, the elder in charge of the announcement spoke again, saying: "All Golden Sword disciples, take the stage!"

This year's Autumn Hunt at Wanjian Gate went awry due to the appearance of demons, leaving only Yun Hao, a golden sword disciple, standing.

But throughout the entire Wanjian Sect, there was more than just Yun Hao who was a Jinjian disciple. In every year's Autumn Hunting Grand Assembly in the past, the top ten were all Jinjian disciples.

However, once one is over thirty years old, they will be stripped of their status as a disciple of the Golden Sword.

"Red dust brothers, come on!"

Before Yun Hao's debut, Yi Shengnan once again encouraged him.

Yun Hao gave a faint smile and nodded, then his figure soared into the air and flew towards the platform.

At the same time, over twenty more figures flew into the arena.

"Crimson Sword Dust!"

"Crimson Sword!"

"Crimson Sword!"

After Yun Hao made his appearance, the entire audience erupted in cheers chanting his name!

His displayed talent, as well as his rescue of many people in the Broken Mountain Range and even slaying a demon prince, including defeating Xiao Hong and winning the Double Swords competition for Wan Jian Men just the other day, has earned him the respect of everyone!

Although the members of Zhanjian Tang still support their chief disciple, Hong Xianling, and the members of Zhenfataang still support their chief disciple, Le Zhijie, all the disciples in Jinkjian support Jian Hongchen!

On the scene, a group of Jin Jian disciples watched Yun Hao, most of them showing respect.

"Sword Red Dust, I've long admired your name. This is the first time we meet, later on, let's have a good spar!"

"Haha, Jian Hongchen, although I admire you very much, when it comes to fighting, I will go all out!"

Blood-stained dust.

We'll show you our true skills soon, let's see what happens! We're looking forward to it!

Yun Hao smiled faintly and just then responded.

And those six chief disciples also stared at Yun Hao, clearly very interested in him. Among them, Si Qu's gaze was cold and sinister.

The name Jian Hongchen has now become synonymous with Fei Jian Tang, completely overshadowing him as the chief disciple. Furthermore, his grandfather Si Tong's years of hard work in establishing a prosperous foundation for Fei Jian Tang has been ruined, and it is inextricably linked to Jian Hongchen!

"Jian Hongchen, I hope you don't disgrace Fei Jian Tang. It would be best if you could stand out from the group of Jin Jian disciples and enter the second round. I'll be waiting for you!" Si Qu said in a cold voice.

Yun Hao looked at Si Qu, calmly saying: "Don't worry, with me here, you won't become the Saint Son of Wan Jian Men!"

Si Qu let out a cold snort and said, "I want to see what you have to stop me!"

The conversation between the two, directly sparked a strong gunpowder smell.

Just then.

The elder on the high platform announced again: "The chief disciples of the Six Halls, temporarily step down. The twenty-three disciples of the Golden Sword conduct the first round of competition!"

Six chief disciples each retreated to one side.

On the martial arts field, only twenty-three disciples of the Golden Sword remained.

On the outskirts of the martial arts arena, everyone held their breath and was extremely excited.

The War of the Saints is finally about to begin!Hao's skull!The demigod of the Shadow Clan sensed danger and immediately tried to retreat into nothingness, seeking another opportunity to strike.But Yunhao didn't give him a chance at all!The surging...