the matter so late""Grandpa, I have something important to tell you."Yan Ximin's words held an unexplainable excitement."What's up Speak."Yan Shiying said as she read a book."Grandpa, I have a way to...Upon this announcement, the assembled crowd reacted in various ways: some were disappointed, others envious, some jealous, while still others rejoiced with excitement.

Of course, the disciples of Ninth Peak were overjoyed and immediately erupted in cheers.

"Big brother, congratulations on completing it! You must treat us to a good meal!"

Fu Jundie ran to Ye Bufan's face, happily for her big brother while swallowing saliva, as if she had already seen countless delicacies in front of her.

Hua Bingyu, Ji Shuxian and others were also overjoyed and happy for Ye Bufan's success.

While Bai Lingpu and Zu Fangkui, standing beside him, were filled with anger and resentment, they dared not show it.

In front of other disciples, they were the esteemed Peak Masters, but before the Sect Master, they had no standing whatsoever.

It was at this moment that a sharp and arrogant voice came from afar.

"Gong Qingxuan, you're becoming more and more pathetic. To take such a waste as your personal disciple!"

All eyes turned and widened as four figures sped towards them from afar, arriving in an instant.

She was a woman dressed in red. Although she wasn't as beautiful as Huabingyu, Fengzhiwu and others, she still had some charm.

She was full-figured, with a seductive posture. However, her eyes occasionally flashed with a hint of coldness.

Behind her followed three young people, two men and one woman, each with a powerful aura, all of whom had already reached the cultivation level of Da Yi Xian and above.

Ye Bufan looked at the woman in red, his pupils involuntarily shrinking.

Although I can't see through their cultivation level, this aura lets me know that they are at least above Hua Bingyu's, and though not as powerful as Gong Qingxuan, the difference wouldn't be too great.

Many young disciples saw the woman in red and were confused, not knowing who she was. They couldn't believe she dared to be so arrogant within the Liuguang Sword Sect.

While Hong Tian, Dao Jie and others' expressions changed drastically, each of them wore a strange expression.

Hua Bingyu exclaimed directly, "Second Senior Sister, how did you come here"

Get lost! You have no right to call me senior sister. I have nothing to do with Liuguang Sword Sect!

The woman in red roared, her face contorted with fury.

Ye Bufan was baffled, clueless about what was going on. What was wrong with this woman

He turned his head to look at Luo Bingyan, Shen Qiyue and the others beside him. They all had puzzled expressions, obviously not recognizing the woman in red.

At that very moment, Zhao Mingcheng, the ninth peak's external affairs manager, sent him a voice transmission: "Her name is He Honglian. She was once the sect leader's junior sister, the old sect leader's daughter, and the Great Elder's senior sister."

Now Ye Bufan has been designated as the master's direct disciple, lacking only a formal apprenticeship ceremony. In the future, he will be the next Sect Leader.

Besides taking care of Zhao Yuan before, so Zhao Mingcheng felt deeply grateful to him and told him everything in detail.

"He Honglian is an extremely arrogant and conceited person. In terms of cultivation, she is inferior to the Sect Master; in terms of mind and control, she is a hundred thousand miles behind."

But this woman relies on the old sect leader's daughter and is arrogant and conceited, always thinking she should be the heir to the sect leader.

For this very reason, when the position of headmaster was passed down to her, she became extremely discontent, even falling into a state of madness. She secretly plotted to assassinate the headmaster. The previous headmaster, enraged by her actions, expelled her from the sect.

Ye Bufan then understood what was going on. It turned out that this woman was a disciple abandoned by Liuguangjianzong, no wonder she looked so violent and unruly.

Zhao Mingcheng continued, "This happened a thousand years ago. After that, He Honglian would return to the sect to challenge every so often, but each time she ended in failure."

The Sect Master was far more powerful than her, but after each victory, he would remember their past affection and let her go.

But this woman, she is ungrateful. She has come to the sect to provoke us time and time again. I believe the last time was about three hundred years ago.

Zhao Mingcheng expressed himself succinctly, quickly explaining He Honglian's background in detail.

Before Ye Bufan could fully understand what was happening, He Honglian's contemptuous gaze swept over him.

"Gong Qingxuan, my mother really has blind eyes. She passed the position of Sect Master to you and even chose such a waste as her direct disciple. It seems Liuguang Jianzong is bound to be destroyed by your hands."

Gong Qingxuan, wearing a mask, her expression hidden, sighed and said, "Honglian, you've lost so many times, don't you see it clearly yet What are you doing here again"

He Honglian said, "I'm not here to compare cultivation levels with you this time."

Gong Qingxuan said, "What are you going to do"

"I want to compete with you."

He Honglian turned her head back, pointing to the three young men behind her. "In these past three hundred years, I have cultivated three direct disciples. There are thirty thousand disciples under the Flowing Light Sword Sect. Anyone under the age of three hundred who can defeat these three is considered victorious against me. From now on, I will never set foot in the Flowing Light Sword Sect again."

If no one can stand against them, then you best just hand over the position of Sect Master to me, proving that you're not worthy at all!

Hua Bingyu persuaded: "Second senior sister, why are you being like this"

"Shut up! This isn't your place to speak!"

He Honglian pointed at Gong Qingxuan, "Today you will say dare or not to compete My mother is handing over the sect to you, with so many young disciples, there can't be a single competent one, right"

Gong Qingxuan sighed again: "Honglian, you are so stubborn!"

"Cut the crap, if you're scared, just get lost and give me back the position of Sect Leader."

He Honglian was extremely arrogant.

Gong Qingxuan said, "Are you sure you're keeping your word If you lose, you absolutely can't come to Liuguang Jianzong and cause trouble again."

"Of course, I, He Honglian, have always been a woman of my word. If I lose, I swear I will never set foot in Liuguang Jianzong's territory again."

"Well, if that's how you want it."

Gong Qingxuan said: "How are we going to compare"

"It's very simple, my three disciples. As long as someone in your sect can defeat all of them, I will immediately leave."

He Honglian turned her head and beckoned, calling over a young man in golden robes.

"Lei'er, this first battle is yours."

"Don't worry, Master. I'll definitely beat these trash to a pulp and make them cry for their mother, so you can get your revenge."

As the saying goes, "A student reflects the master." This young man in golden robes is just as arrogant.

"From the wind I bring a thunderous roar, who dares to challenge me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his aura suddenly erupted, revealing a powerful presence at the early stage of Da Yi Xian. His cultivation was incredibly profound and solid, indicating that he had been at this level for a long time.

At the sight of this, all present felt their hearts sink.

The Flowlight Sword Sect boasts many powerful cultivators, but if you were to count those under three hundred years old who surpass the person before you, your fingers would be stretched thin.

Since they have already come to our door, we must fight back.

At this moment, the eyes of most people were focused on Sima Cuo. After all, he was the strongest in the entire sect, and his cultivation had reached the Great Ethereal Immortal realm.

Of all the disciples of Liu Guang Jian Zong, if anyone could defeat Feng Jing Lei, his hopes would be the greatest.

But Sima Cu at this moment had not become a direct disciple of the sect leader. He already had a belly full of resentment, though he dared not show it. He also had no intention of making a move.

He lowered his head directly, staring intently at his toes, not lifting his gaze even once.adn't provoked this big shot just now. Give him whatever he wants, otherwise, he probably wouldn't fare any better.The remaining eye of the Cyclops was filled with terror. As a warrior himself, he cou...