"Add Ding Qing and King Jiang, I think it will be enough to cope with the situation."

Ziqin replied calmly.

During these five years, Ziqin was still polite and respectful to He Taichong and his wife, but he also knew that he did not need to be too polite, because his status was not lower than that of He Taichong and his wife.

Ziqin was indeed from He Zudao's lineage, but he was the second generation grandson of He Zudao. In terms of seniority, he was the same generation as He Taichong and Ban Shuxian.

However, no one in the second generation of He Zudao practices martial arts, so this generation cannot be ranked among the Kunlun Sect.

"Okay, then let's add these two people."

He Taichong nodded, and smoothly counted Ding Qing and King Jiang in and out of the expedition team. He hesitated slightly and then spoke again.

"There is one more thing to announce before this expedition."

He Taichong's face was extremely serious. He slowly walked into the room behind him and immediately took out a long sword. This sword was antique, but it looked like it was old.

But every Kunlun disciple can recognize this sword, which is the sword of Kunlun's past leaders.

For a moment, everyone in the front yard had a thought in their minds, and their breathing suddenly suffocated, but they all looked at He Taichong intently.

"He Jizu, kneel down."

He Taichong came out with his sword in hand, walked up to Ziqin and shouted suddenly.

On the other hand, if anyone dared to talk to Ziqin like this in the main world, the long sword on Ziqin's waist would have been violently struck out. However, at this time, Ziqin took advantage of the situation and his knees immediately fell to the ground.

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Not to mention those Kunlun disciples, he also knew what He Taichong was going to do next.

"Although this siege of the Mingjiao is a time for Kunlun to show off my skills, it is also a disaster. The Mingjiao is so powerful that it is extremely difficult to destroy it. I don't know if I can come back alive during this trip, but there is one

I have to do something that should have been done long ago, which is to pass on my position as the head of Kunlun to my third-generation disciple He Jizu."

He Taichong's voice was extremely calm. Five years ago, He Taichong was only in his forties, but now he is in his fifties.

Although he is a martial arts man, Kunlun has never valued internal strength, but He Taichong's energy has been declining day by day, and he has also shown an old appearance.

He Taichong originally planned to pass the throne to Ziqin in a few years. It's not that he has never thought about marrying a concubine and having a son in these years, but Ban Shuxian has seen it since she fell out with him about the fifth wife five years ago.

Things were getting tighter and tighter every day. Not to mention having a son, He Taichong no longer had any hope of marrying a concubine.

To this day, He Taichong has no other thoughts. It is his greatest expectation to pass on Kunlun well. If Kunlun can rise and surpass Wudang and Shaolin, that will naturally be better.

During this expedition to Guangmingding, Ban Shuxian once again mentioned the matter of passing the throne to Ziqin to He Taichong. He Taichong thought about it again and again, but he also felt that the throne should be passed on. It just so happened that he took this opportunity to go to Guangmingding to let the various factions

Everyone knows that the Kunlun Sect has a new leader.

"He Jizu, take the sword."

He Taichong's voice rang loudly. Ziqin almost subconsciously stretched out his hand and took the Kunlun Master's sword. Ziqin suddenly felt a surge of pride in his heart.

It's not that he has gone too far. In Lu Xiaofeng's world, as the Snake King with three thousand people under his command, he is so powerful.

However, he has never tried to lead a sect to rise.

It's like traveling back in time to become an official in ancient times. One is to become a high official in a prosperous dynasty. Although you have power, you don't find it challenging after all.

The other one traveled to the Three Kingdoms and became a small warlord. Although he did not have much power, not many subordinates, and many enemies, it was more interesting and more challenging.

Holding the long sword, Ziqin bowed respectfully to He Taichong, and then was helped to his feet by He Taichong.

Ziqin bowed down and saluted respectfully towards Ban Shuxian, and only after being helped up did he look at the many Kunlun disciples.

"In terms of martial arts, I'm not that strong in Kunlun, and my internal skills are incomparable to those of Wudang, Shaolin, and Emei."

Ziqin said, and the first words made everyone startled. He Taichong almost didn't jump up. However, Ban Shuxian held He Taichong back. This woman was much more powerful than He Taichong. She had already seen

Chu Ziqin said that there must be a follow-up to these words.

Sure enough, Ziqin's voice suddenly rose in pitch.

"However, my Kunlun's swordsmanship is absolutely unmatched by any sect in the world. My Kunlun's lightness skills are also unparalleled in the world. If our internal skills are not as good as ours, we will not compare our internal skills with others. From today on, I, Kunlun, will be the sword sect."

, and want to be the best sword sect in the world."

Ziqin's voice boomed out, He Taichong was dumbfounded, and Ban Shuxian was also shocked and speechless.

The No. 1 sword sect in the world, these six words made the two of them confused. However, those young disciples were already howling excitedly.

In this world, among all the people who practice martial arts, who can resist the temptation of the words "No. 1 in the world"?
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