Opening: Me, I become stronger when I am beaten!

Hearing that Kong Ling'er had learned the holy sword technique, Shengzun's expression became weird at that time.

Because the legendary inheritance left by the master, even he himself has never obtained it, nor have the heads of the past generations, and it was even suspected that it did not really exist.

Although he was a little skeptical, Kong Linger had heard of the existence of the Heavenly Sword Technique, and no one had mentioned it to her, so she definitely couldn't make it up, so it must be true.

"How did you get it?" The Holy One hurried forward and asked.

Kong Linger spread her hands and said, "Of course it's because of my talent. I have been recognized by my master. This should only be possible for a genius like me!"

Hearing this, although the Holy One didn't understand why, he didn't intend to continue asking, and he also knew that there would be no result for this matter.

Maybe it's all chance.

He did not continue to say anything, but turned and walked into the inner room.

"Father, why don't you just leave? I have received the inheritance from my master, so don't you praise me."

Kong Linger scratched her head, a little puzzled.

Soon, the Holy One came out again, holding a long and narrow Zen incense wooden box in his hand.

Put the box on the table and slowly open it, and golden rays of light are released along the gaps, with a dense and sacred atmosphere, it is not ordinary at first glance.

As the box was slowly opened, the golden light became stronger and stronger, and Kong Linger covered her eyes with her palms, not daring to look directly.

She asked, "Father, what is this?"

But she didn't get an answer.

It wasn't until the box was fully opened and the golden light lasted for more than ten breaths that it gradually dimmed.

At this time, an incomparably gorgeous long sword appeared in front of the eyes, the whole body was golden, engraved with various stripes, and inlaid with hundreds of colorful gemstones.

This definitely makes trypophobia very uncomfortable, but from the overall point of view, although so many gorgeous gem decorations seem a bit exaggerated, they don't make this sword vulgar at all.

"This Holy King Sword is a divine sword inherited from the master. Since you have received the inheritance from the master today, it seems that it is time to hand it over to you."

Kong Ling'er excitedly stepped forward, drew out the divine sword, and suddenly an invisible sword qi radiated out, cutting off the beams of the house, breaking through the roof, and heading straight into the sky.

The father and daughter looked at each other, and the atmosphere suddenly seemed a little awkward.

In the inner courtyard, several disciples saw something happened in the hall, and hurried forward to check the situation.

Seeing the disciples coming, the Holy One coughed dryly twice, and then said: "You guys came just in time, call all the core disciples and gather in the dojo."

In just a quarter of an hour, more than 100 disciples have gathered on the dojo, and they are all the strongest group in the Holy Land.

Ye Chen was among them, but he didn't make any publicity, and just stood quietly in the corner of the crowd.

The saint slowly came to the crowd, glanced at the crowd, and nodded slightly.

"Okay, I've called you here just for one thing. There are only 30 days left before the battle for the Holy Land. Today I will select ten strongest disciples and form an elite team to participate together."

He glanced among the crowd, then took out a notebook from his sleeve, and began to read.

"Ye Chen, Huang Cheng, Jiang Cheng, Lin Kun, Tang Wu. Please step forward if your name is called."

Soon, the people whose names were read came out and stood side by side in a row.

The Holy One looked at everyone and nodded in satisfaction, and then said again: "This time, Ye Chen will be the captain. Do you have any questions?"

As soon as the words fell, there were a total of more than 100 people at the scene, at least thirty or forty people said in unison: "I have a question."

Seeing this scene, the saint was stunned for a moment.

He glanced at Ye Chen who was standing aside, his expression was still calm at this time, as if nothing had happened, and he didn't care about everyone's dissatisfaction at all.

The venerable said: "Where you are not convinced, tell them one by one."

A disciple glanced at Ye Chen, and then stood up first.

"The disciple has some doubts. Ye Chen has only been outstanding recently, but his troubles are also outstanding. I doubt that such a person can support the overall situation."

"I doubt his strength. All the veteran disciples of the Holy Land are present, except for him."

"He has never participated in the Holy Land Discussion."

"me too."

Hearing these various reasons, the Holy One was stunned at the time, not knowing how to explain it.

He even forgot half of some of the reasons as soon as he heard it.

"This"

The saint thought for a moment, then looked at Ye Chen, and said, "Since everyone is against you, what do you think about it?"

Just when more than 100 eyes fell on Ye Chen at the same time, waiting for his answer, his expression was calm.

He spread his hands and said: "I don't have any opinion, what you said is very true."

Just when everyone thought that he had given up the position of captain, Ye Chen's next words made everyone stunned on the spot.

"But even if I didn't do anything, my strength is still above you."

As soon as these words came out, everyone couldn't help but act on the spot.

"Insanity!"

One of the disciples yelled at him, and rushed over directly, punching out loudly.

"stop!"

Ye Chen shot quickly, stopping the punch with one palm.

He said lightly: "You are not an opponent. If you don't mind, you might as well go up together, or you can fight by wheel. If I take half a step back, I will voluntarily give up the captain's position."

As soon as these words came out, the crowd immediately erupted.

The more than 100 core disciples present are all the core combat power in the Holy Land. Their strength is more than one step higher than that of ordinary disciples.

But they all felt offended.

"Find a fight!"

A disciple with a fiery temper was the first to be unable to hold back and started to attack.

This time, he planned to teach Ye Chen a lesson, that is, he directly drew out the long sword and quickly displayed a set of sword skills.

However, before the move was completed, the long sword was caught by Ye Chen's two fingers halfway, and he couldn't move it.

"Let me go!"

The disciple became a little annoyed.

However, at this time, Ye Chen released a powerful aura, covering more than 100 people present at the same time, as if the space was imprisoned.

Including the holy one, he also felt that his activities were restricted.

More than 100 pairs of eyes at the scene glared at Ye Chen at the same time, but they couldn't move at all, the meridians of their bodies were blocked, and their internal energy could not function.

This lasted for half an hour.

"Who else is not convinced now?"

Ye Chen waved his hand and withdrew his divine power.

At this time, more than 100 disciples bowed their hands respectfully at the same time: "Meet the elite captain."