Chapter 1422 Wait for a Statement
As Ling Fanglan's power to transform gods, he released his consciousness far away, but he still didn't get anything.
The lonely wolf on the edge evaporated.
After a while, with a shake in the air, Ling Fanglan appeared under the Lingtian battle flag, swept around, and frowned slightly.
The disciples of the Sword Sect were defeated, and the defense completely collapsed. There were quite a few family fighters who rushed to the finish line.
If most of the small families hadn't been cleared out, maybe there would be more.
Ling Fangyi didn't say anything, and sat cross-legged under the battle flag.
But the repressed aura on his body made the soldiers who came to participate in the assessment afraid to show their anger.
Everyone has a very clear feeling in their hearts, that is, the sky seems to be much lower, covered with dark clouds, and heavy rain is coming.
It was very depressing, but they could only bite the bullet and wait.
Ling Fangyi sat cross-legged without saying a word, and the monks around him didn't dare to ask, so everyone just sat down.
The strange thing is that the man on the opposite side also sat cross-legged without saying a word, waiting quietly.
There was no movement from the barbarians either.
Two huge battle flags fluttered in the air.
However, both camps are unprecedentedly repressed, and no one dares to speak.
Three days later, the situation remained the same, and many soldiers with lower cultivation bases secretly complained.
Ling Fanglan opened his eyes at this time, and said slowly: "Go back to the ancient frontier."
After finishing speaking, his body slowly lifted into the air, and looking at the barbarian flag opposite, Ling Fanglan said in a deep voice: "Barbarian, it seems that he will not come, maybe, he is sent by the demon or demon clan at all." If you make trouble, let's break up too."
Barbarian snorted coldly: "That kid is obviously a child of your human race, don't give me sloppy eyes, I strongly suspect that your human race is playing some tricks and tricks to weaken the strength of my barbarian son."
Ling Fanglan said in a deep voice: "Don't forget, the number of disciples lost by my Sword Sect far exceeds that of your Badiman Cave."
The barbarian beard flew up: "Get lost, all you lost were chickens and dogs, and I, the number one warrior of the barbarian tribe, had an accident, even if all the disciples of your Sword Sect came to be buried with you, I couldn't afford to accompany you."
Ling Fangyi snorted: "It's a joke, the disciples of my Sword Sect are all elites who have been tempered and refined, and each of them was cultivated through thousands of selections. When they fell on the spot, it can only be said that they are not good at learning. Hmph, you are the number one warrior of the barbarian clan. , It’s really that powerful, and you won’t be shot on the spot, you have to stick to it, do whatever you want, I’ll go back first.”
Man Xi took a deep breath: "I need an explanation. If I don't give an explanation, no one here is allowed to leave, because I suspect that the kid is hiding among these people. If you Ling Fanglan has If you can stop me, you just take someone away."
Ling Fang's beard fluttered: "You want to speak, who should I ask for?"
Man's thick fingers slightly raised, and pointed at Jiang Fuhe: "If you don't give an explanation, I will take this kid's life directly. If you human race hurt my number one warrior, I will kill your big brother..."
Jiang Fuhe felt chills all over his body, as if he was being stared at by a ferocious beast, bead-sized beads of sweat protruded from his forehead.
Ling Fangyi pressed his palms slightly, and the man's aura that suppressed Jiang Fuhe was blocked back, and he said in his mouth: "The vastness is 10% of the resources."
Manchu raised two fingers: "Twenty percent."
Ling Fanglan sneered: "An undeveloped warrior, the so-called number one warrior, do you think it is possible?"
Manxi nodded: "That's true, every achievement is successful, let's go, sons, today's shame, you remember to me, all barbarian warriors, go back and downgrade half a rank, and the number of Mandong recruits will be halved..."
The barbarian warriors looked towards the human race with unkindness in their eyes, but they still responded with a bang.
Although the Lingtian Sword Sect lost many disciples, in a real sense, it was not as big as the loss of the barbarians. The loss of the first warrior was indeed more valuable than the losses of all the Sword Sect disciples.
Ling Fangyi's mood was not so bad that he directly cut off the number of students recruiting, and said in a deep voice: "Go back to Bianhuang Gusai."
Waving his big sleeves, he pulled up the Ling Tian battle flag, and the monks around him unleashed many chariots. Amidst the rumbling sound, they followed Ling Fanglan back to the ancient frontier.
Bianhuang Gusai is a majestic ancient city, towering high above the wilderness with a thick city wall. The blue and slightly reddish wall looks ancient and vicissitudes. If you look carefully, you can still vaguely see the aftermath of the Great War on the wall. Traces, many places have dried blood drops, and some places have fallen off walls.
Ling Fanglan came to the sky above the city wall, raised the battle flag, and sat cross-legged in mid-air.
The monks of the Sword Sect drove the chariot, and came with a bang. The chariot was under Ling Fanglan's body, and a high platform was quickly built on the city wall. The monks stood quietly beside Ling Fanglan, waiting for his attack. Order.
Ling Fangyi didn't say a word, and sat on the frontier fortress for another three days, but the expression on his face became more and more gloomy.
The entire human race in the frontier desert, including the four major families, felt a lot of anxiety, not knowing what Ling Fanglan wanted to do.
In three days, the news of the frontier battlefield has been sent back to Gusai through various channels.
The various families basically understood the cause and effect of the incident, and the outrageous Lone Wolf wiped out ten disciples of the Sword Sect and the number one warrior of the barbarians.
Then he played a big disappearance and disappeared from the world.
While all the families were sighing, they also understood that Ling Fanglan was sitting on the top of Gusai, without any expression, that was waiting for the various families in the frontier to give him an explanation.
The families acted urgently, especially the four major families, who began to meet, exchange information, and search for information about Bian Desolate Wolf.
But at this time, the families suddenly discovered that there was very little information about this lone wolf who caused such a catastrophe. In the end, everyone only figured out that he first appeared about five years ago. No one saw his true face at all.
No one knew his true origin at all, and it was even unclear whether he was a warrior in Gusai.
The four major families selected the head of the Jiang family as their representative, and bravely sent up the collected information on Bian Desolate Wolf.
Ling Fanglan glanced at the information, and sat cross-legged without saying a word.
Obviously dissatisfied.
If he is not satisfied, life in the frontier desert Gusai may be difficult. I am afraid that the recruitment of disciples of the sword sect that each family desires will also come to naught.
I sat for two more days.
The old matriarch of the Ji family, the only God Transformation Power in the ancient frontier fortress, finally appeared on the ancient fortress and began to negotiate.
The body soared into the air, and the old matriarch, with white hair fluttering, came through the air: "Fang Lan Sword King, the old lady Ji is asking to see you."
Ling Fangyi finally opened his eyes, with a slight smile on his face: "Taijun, please."
The old matriarch jumped up and sat next to Ling Fanglan, glanced at him, and said with a smile: "Sword King, all the children of my Ji family are here, I hope the Sword King will not be disappointed."
Ling Fanglan glanced in the direction of the Ji family's children, and said with a smile: "Your Ji family's team is very neat this time."
The old lady laughed loudly: "Yeah, there is no shortage of one, and all of them went in. I didn't expect such a good thing to happen. Haha, now, I just hope that the sword king will start the disciple assessment immediately, and look at my Ji family. After all, how many outstanding sons and daughters can be naturalized in Lingtian and walk on the road of prosperity from then on."
Ling Fangyi was taken aback for a moment, looked at Bianhuang, and asked softly: "Taijun thinks that the time for the disciple's big exam is ripe?"
The old lady smiled: "Everyone is here, so they are naturally mature."
Ling Fangyi was taken aback for another moment, and asked back, "Is everyone here?"
The old matriarch laughed and said: "Isn't it? You can look through the roster, except for those who were eliminated, my border disciples, but all of them came in. Could it be that the sword king insisted on taking those eliminated boys Do you want to try it too?"
A bright smile appeared on Ling Fanglan's face: "That's not necessary, in fact, Fanglan is just waiting for a word from the old lady."
The old lady smiled and said, "I'm here, haven't I?"
Ling Fanglan and the old lady looked at each other, laughed loudly, and announced loudly: "Calculate the points, arrange the examination affairs, three days later, the Bianhuang Gusai Exam."
The monks of Lingtian Sword Sect responded loudly: "Okay."
At the same time, I also breathed a sigh of relief.
The power of transforming gods and the strength of their cultivation base are not comparable to them. Once the sword king Fang Lan insists on it, there is a possibility that this big test will turn yellow.
It is only when the great powers of Huashen of the same realm come forward to communicate.
The old matriarch said a few words, and everyone didn't understand anything, but the sword king Fang Lan agreed to start the exam.
Sometimes, when the realm is reached, speaking is useful. (to be continued ~^~)