There was suddenly a wind in the hall.

The wind blew the clothes of the people in the hall, and the sleeves of the robes and sleeves trembled with the wind, making a harsh "pa" sound.

The wind seemed to be centered on Chu Tian. His clothes were dancing wildly, and his head was dancing wildly, like black snakes twisting around behind his head. Chu Tian's eyes turned into pure gray, and there was an inexplicable indifference in the chaotic primitive gray.

He stared at the ancestors of the seven major clans, these big men who were high above the Holy Spirit, and who stood at the top in both their own cultivation and power.

It was these guys who made gimmicks like the battle for destiny!

A middle-aged woman wearing a long black dress surrounded by black mist, mysteriously showing a bit of biting coldness and coldness, stood up. She squinted her eyes and looked at Chu Tian, ​​and asked in a deep voice: "The Lord of Qinglian... Flower Rain Temple..."

Chu Tian glanced at the woman with a squinted look and interrupted her question: "Is Hua Niang yours? Your tribe member? Or your subordinate?"

The middle-aged woman smiled coldly: "Huaer is my niece. She was ordered to lurk in Daluotian. This time... you turned around, but Huaer lost contact with me for hundreds of years... I think there is a story here?"

Chu Tian glared at the woman, then looked at the ancestors of the clans sitting next to the woman, and he sneered: "Yes, of course there is a story, haha! It's great, really good. I'm going to kill the Blood Spirit Venerable, for fear that I won't die fast enough, and let the people from Huayu Temple attack me by the way... OK, very good... Hua Empress and another girl in white were in my hands, wanting to take them back..."

Chu Jie poked a head out from behind Chu Tian, ​​and said with a strange smile: "If you want those two girls to go back, send the ransom quickly... Otherwise, it would be unsure if they would send the two kids together when they go back."

The middle-aged woman's face became ugly, with a hint of iron-blue in the cold, just like a zombie that had been frozen for countless years.

She looked at Chu Tian and Chu Jie deeply, smiled coldly, and suddenly raised her right hand.

‘Dong’, Huntian Niu Zu held the big stick in his hand heavily on the ground. He grinned, smiled silently, and looked at the middle-aged woman with fierce eyes: “The mothers of the Phoenix clan are particularly wonderful… Hehe! Your mother is always a little older, but it doesn’t matter. The old pork is chewy, and I can withstand the tossing… I don’t like that delicate little girl!”

Huntian Niu Zu said an extremely wonderful sentence: "The bull likes to chew the old thorns that have accumulated over the years, hehe!"

The old thorns that have accumulated over the years... Oh, no, the female elder of the Phoenix clan's face is so ugly that it is indescribable. The five fingers of her right hand have turned into a strange translucent shape, a trace of black air is wrapped around her fingers, and the void in front of her fingertips is faintly squirming, as if something might rush out of it at any time.

However, seeing the rough and fierce face of Huntianniuzu, the middle-aged woman swallowed the anger and sat back on her seat with a gloomy face.

Hundreds of elders from the seven major clans took a deep breath at the same time and shook their heads helplessly.

Looking back on that year, before the second round of competition began, when a group of elders secretly operated and asked Chu Tian to go to Daluotian to assassinate the Blood Spirit Venerable, Chu Tian could only let them control it, without any strength to resist.

At that time, it was not just Chu Tian, ​​but Luo'er, but just a chess piece they controlled at will.

But in just over five hundred years, a chess piece that I played casually back then actually jumped out of the chess board and directly towards those of them who played chess!

Everyone looked at Chu Tian with a complicated expression, but no one spoke for a long time.

Including the middle-aged woman from the Phoenix clan, everyone just looked at Chu Tian and quietly looked at him.

Chu Tian didn't say anything, and the wind in the hall became stronger and stronger. Later, the entire hall seemed to have hundreds of hurricanes stuffed in at the same time. The winds collided with each other and made a loud "crack" sound, and the entire hall was shaking violently.

Chutian is at the core of all storms, and the wind here is terrifyingly strong.

He was dancing all over his clothes and his long hair was shaking, but Chu Tian's body remained motionless.

After such a strange silence for a long time, in the end, sitting among more than a hundred elders of the clan, the white-haired old man who was obviously most respected slowly raised his right hand and pointed for a moment in an understatement: "Sit down!"

A group of pretty palace maids walked out silently from behind a screen in the hall. They carried the beautifully decorated thrones and placed them gently in the hall. The white-haired old man looked at Chu Tian and his party and nodded slowly: "Please sit down!"

Chu Tian smiled, and he nodded to the elders of the clan: "It's not easy, it's really not easy. I didn't expect that I could have a seat in front of all the elders. Well, grandfather, father, and Luo'er, second brother, Tianzun... Everyone sit, sit!"

The group sat on the throne with a smile. Chu Jie turned his body proudly and grinded his butt on the cushion again and again: "Well, brother, today, with your strength, our status is indeed different from the past. That's right. Don't always think about calculating people behind the scenes, what are your requirements and what are your demands? Everyone is talking about it with a clear understanding. They hate those old guys behind the scenes!"

Chu Jie scolded the bald donkey in front of the monk, but the elders of the clan thought that they had not heard it.

The inexplicable wind in the hall also stopped, and the elders of the clans stared at Chu Tian with bright eyes. After a long time, the white-haired old man still sighed softly: "Our original intention is that this son of destiny can only be the children of the seven clans."

Chu Tian nodded with a smile: "I can understand, the fat water will not flow to outsiders' fields!"

The elders of the clan nodded at the same time, and looked at Luo'er with complicated eyes. The white-haired old man said in a deep voice: "I am Gongyang Tieshan, Gongyang Yao, and I am my relative's granddaughter!"

Luo'er blinked her eyes and didn't say anything, just looked at Gongyang Tieshan.

Speaking of this, Gongyang Tieshan is actually Luo'er's great-grandfather.

However, Luo'er has no good feelings for the members of the Gongyang clan, and is even full of resentment. Don't expect her to have a good face towards Gongyang Tieshan.

Gongyang Tieshan sighed lightly, and he said in a deep voice: "I didn't expect that we were all wrong, and the plan was also failed. I really didn't expect that the Saint Lord of Qinglian was Luo'er's lover in the Tianlu world back then... I really expected that in just a few hundred years, you actually..."

Gongyang Tieshan looked at Huntianniu Zu deeply.

After sighing, Gongyang Tieshan said helplessly: "It's time for this, and we can't use some of the methods. Today, we are no longer able to be willful. Therefore, Qinglian Saint Lord, you are not the perfect candidate in our hearts... But are you ready to become the Holy Spirit Heavenly Lord?"

Chu Tian looked at Gongyang Tieshan in shock.
Chapter completed!