The Prodigy of the Year

The old man glanced at Deacon Kong and was silent for a while, "Why did you come to see me?"

"Your good disciple brought back a letter. The Jinding Sect has sent disciples to the Ancient Feng Dynasty. It seems that it is for the ancient mines of the Dynasty. They still don't give up on the ancient mines." Seeing the old man's indifferent appearance, the fat deacon said,

He even spoke angrily.

The skinny old man lowered his eyes slightly and said in a low voice, "They deserve to die."

The fat deacon snorted softly when he heard this, "They deserve to die, then you should take action!"

"Now that you have the letter in your hand, there has been action over there. We need to find a way. If we want to fight directly, Jinding Sect has the support of a large number of sects behind it. We have nothing here and are in an isolated and helpless state. If we fight head-on, although

It’s unwise, but it may be the only way to break the situation now.”

The old man's eyes slowly closed, "Big sect, if they hadn't put pressure back then, Chen Hong wouldn't have been buried in the ancient mine. Now they still bully us. I really think that Wanjiange Pavilion is made of clay!"

The fat deacon also knew what the old man was thinking, and said from the side, "Now that the matter has come to an end, we have to come up with a charter. Whether we continue to tolerate it or fight against them, it's all up to you.

If you have made up your mind about the matter, the leader will not say anything else."

The old man's palms clenched slightly, but his face was still ashen.

After a long time, the old man sighed and slowly let go of his clenched palms, "Just wait a little longer."

"Are you still waiting?" The fat deacon's voice suddenly rose, and then he gritted his teeth and said, "If you are really being taken advantage of, what are you waiting for? How much do you have to be bullied before you can take action?

I can't wait to go to Jinding Gate right now and chop down those three bastards."

"However, the disciple you accepted is not bad." Before leaving, the fat deacon turned around and said, "The achievements in the future will definitely be higher than yours. Now he has mastered the technique, and his physical strength alone is comparable to that of a practitioner."

Peak of energy."

Then he left quickly.

This was the unanimous decision of the sect's senior leaders. He actually killed two foundation-building elders of the Jinding Sect and took them to be buried with them.

But what can the old man do?

"We still have to wait for the sect to recover some vitality. Soon, the Jiange Pavilion will open again, and our sect should have many strong people. By then, the Wanjian Pavilion will be completely stable, and we will wait for the opportunity."

He didn't say much, let alone express his position. He also knew that Deacon Kong had resentment in his heart, so let him speak out.

The fat deacon then said with a questioning voice, "Back then, Chen Hong was ambushed by a formation in the ancient mine. You swallowed your anger and did nothing. Now it's Chu Huangyue's turn. Maybe Qin Lingyu or Yun Shu will be next!"

As long as it can compete with the big sects, there will be plenty of time to clean up the Jinding Sect.

Chen Hong was attacked in an ancient mine. He was also ambushed by a mysterious man in another place. Although he survived by chance, he was seriously injured and could no longer practice.

Back then, he and Chen Hong were the best partners and were almost inseparable.

"You are already in a hurry, and you still want to lie dormant? Look, is there anything that can be lost in the Wanjiange Pavilion now? The Yunzhou super sect a thousand years ago is now being ridden by large sects. Three

"Year, I will give you another three years. If you can't make the decision after three years, then I will make the decision!" the fat deacon said angrily.

The old man remained silent.

The old man's eyes flickered for a moment, but he quickly regained his composure, "I said, these things are not for you and me to decide. We have to hibernate. The survival of the Immortal Sect is in my hands, and the lives of tens of thousands of people are in my hands.

"Sir, I cannot bury Wanjiange's ten thousand-year foundation in my hands just for my own selfishness."

"You do have this strength, but what happens after you kill it?" The old man glanced at the fat deacon, "The orthodoxy of Wanjiange is completely destroyed? The lives of tens of thousands of people are in your hands and mine, and you can't rely on your will in everything.

"

At the same time, I am also waiting for myself to grow up.

When two talented disciples of the sect were attacked, the sect not only remained indifferent, but also suppressed the matter.

Ten years have passed. The old man couldn't understand what Kong Li had gone through from being unable to practice to his current strength. The old man didn't know what he had experienced in the process and what fortune he had gained. He only knew that the sect had failed Kong Li.

Leave.

In the end, he was only assigned the position of an outside deacon.

"The sect is now in ruins. You and I are covered in iron. How many nails can we drive?"

Dacheng?

Bloody, yes, but regardless of the consequences, that is the act of a reckless man.

But what happens next.

So much so that until now, everyone in the sect, except those from that generation, has forgotten the existence of Kong Li.

Those who are not strong enough to be invincible can only live in humiliation.

"Wait until the younger generation grows up," the old man said slowly. "There are still many good disciples in this generation."

It's a pity that your qualifications are limited after all. Just having perseverance can only polish your physical strength for a while, but you can't do much.

He is waiting for the sect to grow.

Are you going to fight the people from Jindingmen?

He was able to replace several senior members of the Jinding Sect, but the Wanjiange Pavilion could not bear the wrath of the large sects now. Thousands of years of inheritance would be destroyed in one fell swoop?

The lives and deaths of tens of thousands of people were in his hands. These people could have a better future, but they were buried because of his whim?

Kong Li was right, he was hesitating, and even now he still didn't calm down.

Because the strength is not enough.

"But you know, just a few days ago, Chu Huangyue was ambushed when she went out. They said it was bandits, but it was more like people from the Jinding Sect. They were trying to compete with us for the ancient mine.

Completely annex Wanjiange and use all possible means!"

Not strong enough!

The old man was stunned for a moment, and then he couldn't help laughing.

Deacon Kong’s name is Kong Li. He was once the top genius in the sect, and his strength reached the foundation-building stage.

Sitting there for countless years, I have been tempering my body, but my mind is suffering day and night.

That was his disciple, but he couldn't take revenge.

He smiled, with tears in his muddy eyes, "Okay, okay, okay, God wants to build me Wanjiang Pavilion!"

"It can be accomplished within one month. I'm afraid even the powerful bloodlines of the top physical training families in the ten states will never be able to achieve it!"

"Then it seems that the old man can rest assured."

The old man's trembling hands took out a black envelope of exercises that was close to his body, and he gritted his teeth gently, as if he had made up his mind.

People can grow up quickly and protect the sect's inheritance. If you don't die, then you can wait for the Jinding Sect and the Wuji Immortal Sect."
Chapter completed!