A hundred times the return of empowerment: you call this a beast master

The ratio of Jiangnan is the most solemn day in the entire Jiangnan.

Now the remaining masters of the ten major sects in Jiangnan are heading towards the capital of Jiangnan.

They are all leading the younger generation under their own command and want to win a good ranking in the Jiangnan competition, so as to consolidate the status of the sect.

It's just that no one dares to covet the position of leader.

After all, from the beginning to the end, the leader of the Jiangnan ratio can only be Confucianism.

No matter how powerful the top ten sects are, no one can compare with the flourishing Confucianism.

"Sect Master Lin, long time no see."

"It turned out to be the head of Zhang. I haven't seen him for a long time, but he is still very handsome."

"Where, where, this old man is not as handsome as Sect Master Lin, nor as powerful as Sect Master Lin."

In the venue of Jiangnan Zhibi, two sixty-year-olds were flattering each other.

This kind of scene has happened in this venue for an unknown number of times.

Don't look at the suzerain-level figures of these ten sects as if they met old friends, but in fact they are incompatible.

But no matter how deep the grievances are behind the scenes, they still need to put on a show on the bright side.

At this time, Jiang Chen had brought Gongsun Buyu out of Jiangnan Zhibi's venue.

Xiao Shi pushed away the surrounding crowd, and then he came to the main entrance with one stride.

"Please show your invitation letter when you come."

Seeing that the other party was not from the top ten sects, the Confucian masters who maintained order immediately invited the other party to show the invitation letter.

After all, in addition to the ten sects participating in the Jiangnan competition, Confucianism also sent invitation letters to the gentry in various places. With the invitation letter, they can enter the venue and watch the competition of the younger generation of the ten sects.

"I don't have an invitation."

Jiang Chen shook his head, expressing that he did not have an invitation letter.

In fact, he did not. The Confucian Yan Shenggong only gave him a folding fan with the word He and nothing else.

And Kong Wuyong, the current dean of Baishan Academy, once promised Jiang Chen that he would take him to Jiangnan, but now he can't find anyone.

Therefore, it can be said that it is extremely difficult for Jiang Chen to enter Jiangnan.

"Please leave without an invitation letter."

The Confucian master heard the words and immediately issued an order to expel the guests.

"But I have this."

With a big wave of Jiang Chen's hand, the folding fan with the word "he" bestowed by Confucian Yan Shenggong appeared in his hand.

A gentle breath emanated instantly, covering everyone present.

Even the masters of the top ten sects who had already entered the venue to rest were alarmed by the aura emanating from the Hezi folding fan.

"The breath of Confucian Yan Sheng Gong!"

"Could it be possible that Confucian Yan Shenggong came here this time!"

"Confucian Yan Shenggong is here in person, how can we neglect!"

All of a sudden, countless figures rushed out from the field, and a powerful aura scattered around, dispersing all the surrounding crowd.

When they didn't see Confucian Yan Shenggong in the crowd below, they all showed doubts.

He clearly felt the aura of Confucian Yan Shenggong, why couldn't he see him.

"Look over there!"

At this moment, one of the top ten sects pointed to where Jiang Chen was, with a face full of horror.

Everyone followed the prestige, and saw Jiang Chen was holding a folding fan with the word "he" in his hand, looking at them with a smile on his face.

"Who is he?"

The suzerains of the top ten sects all have the same question in their hearts at this moment.

"Everyone, my guests from Baishan Academy are here, please come back, suzerain masters."

At this moment, a figure landed beside the suzerain of the top ten sects.

The person who came was none other than Kong Wuyong, the dean of Baishan Academy.

At this moment, Kong Wuyong held his back with both hands, and the breath from his body radiated out, giving people a sense of suffocation.

"Meet Dean Kong!"

The suzerains of the top ten sects all showed horror when they saw this person.

They never expected that Kong Wuyong would appear in the Jiangnan competition at this time.

You must know that Baishan Academy has never intervened in other affairs, at most it just maintains the operation of the ratio of Jiangnan.

But since Kong Wuyong came to power, Baishan Academy not only opened its gates, but also competed with the top ten sects.

Kong Wuyong even used his own power to destroy the Kuang Dao Sect, which was originally one of the eleven sects, and turned the eleven sects into ten sects.

This kind of strength, this kind of boldness, and this kind of power is something that the suzerains of the top ten sects have never had.

"Everyone is still not leaving, is it possible that I want the old man to help you leave?"

Seeing that the suzerains of the top ten sects did not intend to leave, Kong Wuyong frowned slightly, and murderous intent rose in his eyes.

"Don't dare."

"I'll leave right now!"

"Don't bother Dean Kong."

Facing existences like Kong Wuyong, even if they are the suzerains of the top ten sects, they are extremely jealous.

If someone else said such words, they would just ignore them and would not pay attention to them.

But if Kong Wuyong said this, it was the emperor's imperial edict. If they didn't obey, they might follow in the footsteps of Mad Saber Sect.

"Shhhhhh."

Under the leadership of their respective suzerains, the masters of the ten sects returned to the rest area one after another.

I began to figure out the identity of the young man who took out the Confucian Yan Shenggong and the word folding fan.

"Little friend Jiang Chen, long time no see, I miss you so much."

Kong Wuyong, who dismissed the crowd, looked down on Jiang Chen below, and appeared beside the latter in a flash.

"Meet Dean Kong."

Jiang Chen made a slight bow to Kong Wuyong, and Gongsun Buyu beside him showed a horrified expression, and hurriedly bowed and said, "I pay my respects to Director Kong."

Kong Wuyong glanced at Gongsun Buyu beside Jiang Chen, and frowned slightly after realizing that the other party was only a two-star benevolent cultivator.

"Little friend Jiang Chen, who is this?"

"It's my grandson."

Regarding Gongsun Buyu's identity, Jiang Chen had no intention of concealing it.

After all, with Gongsun Buyu's level of cultivation, although he doesn't like it himself, he can be regarded as a master of the younger generation in Jiangnan.

"I didn't expect little friend Jiang Chen to have disciples at such a young age. I really surprised this old man."

After hearing that Gongsun Buyu is Jiang Chen's disciple, Kong Wuyong also put away his indifference towards Gongsun Buyu.

After all, I and Jiang Chen are friends of Wangnian, since the other party is Jiang Chen's disciple, then there is no difference between him and his disciple.

"Little friend Jiang Chen, does this folding fan in your hand come from a Confucian sacred mountain?"

Kong Wuyong's eyes fell on the folded fan with the word "He" in Jiang Chen's hand, and after feeling the aura belonging to Confucian Yan Shenggong, his face was full of shock.

"This thing was given to me by Confucian Yan Shenggong."

Jiang Chen nodded, showing no intention of shy away.

"Confucian Yan Shenggong gave it to you."

At this moment, Kong Wuyong's pupils shrank, his face full of disbelief!