Dragon Blood Devil Soldier

0Long Bufan's flattery was somewhat effective, and black-robed deacon's originally somewhat proud expression became even more relaxed. He immediately waved his hand and laughed: "It's good to broaden your horizons, you four newbies. Let's go."    0

    

With that, black-robed deacon suddenly rose into the air and stepped on his sword beams as he flew towards the peak of the mountain.    

    

"What are you waiting for? Let's go." Long Bufan snapped his fingers at Lei Meng and the other two, laughed, and then, lightly stepped forward. However, he didn't need to fly with the help of the Concept of Wind, as he borrowed the wind force of the Concept of Wind to float in the air.    

    

"Indeed, one should pay attention to time, place, and people when fawning on others ?"    

    

Looking at Long Bufan's figure that was flying up in the sky, Lei Meng, Long Yunfei and Lin Yan could not help but exclaim out loud, their hearts having even more respect for their big brother, and immediately thinking about the competition in the inner hall, they anxiously stepped on their swords and flew up, quickly chasing after Long Bufan and black-robed deacon.    

    

At the top of the mountain, there was a vast and ancient palace that stood amidst the clouds. From afar, one could see a majestic atmosphere emanating from the palace hall.    

    

In front of the large hall was an extremely vast limestone plaza. There were layers on the plaza and at this moment, it was already filled with a black mass of people.    

    

However, even though there were over ten thousand people gathered in the arena at this moment, no noise was emitted. Over ten thousand disciples quietly sat in the arena. Even the natural Yuan Power around them showed signs of fluctuating intensely due to the silent atmosphere.    

    

Nearer to the center of the plaza were the core disciples of the inner palace. They numbered no less than one thousand.    

    

The gazes of the ordinary inner hall disciples outside were filled with envy when they looked at these core disciples. Their hard work was to one day become a true core disciple of the sect.    

    

Once again, they looked into the distance. Within the plaza, there was a row of slightly towering stone platforms. At a glance, they could see 300 green-clothed figures sitting cross-legged on the stone platforms.    

    

These several hundred dignified and imposing people were the sect master's direct disciples, the sect's elites!    

    

However, when he looked at these several hundred direct disciples, there was a trace of reverence in his eyes. They were clearly aware that being able to become the sect master's direct disciple, meant that he was a powerful existence in itself, and the most outstanding existence among all the disciples in Spirit Profound Martial House!    

    

However, the thing that attracted the most attention in the entire plaza was not the direct disciples, but the innermost area.    

    

There, three tall platforms towered. On the three platforms, there were only three figures sitting there peacefully. Even though they intentionally hid their auras, it was enough to make people feel pressured.    

    

Their position was higher than anyone else in the sect. Anyone could understand their position, but no one questioned it. When they looked at the three figures up above, their eyes were filled with even more reverence.    

    

Because these three people, were precisely the ones who held the highest authority in the Spirit Profound Martial House!    

    

Sect Master Ying Yuanzi, as well as the two protectors from left and right, Cang and Hong Lie.    

    

At the moment, the three of them were looking down at the spectacular scene before them.    

    

At this time, under the lead of the black-robed deacon, Long Bufan and the other four brothers also flew to the center of the plaza.