"Okay, I'll record this!"
After Su Ziyang finished speaking, he led everyone to the square.
Then, he began to build the statue.
"Buzz …"
The ground trembled and dust exploded.
A ten-thousand-meter-tall statue was built.
At this moment, the hundreds of thousands of disciples of the Sky Sword Sect could get 5% of the experience gained from cultivation.
After doing this, Su Ziyang looked at the white-clothed young man. "What's your name?"
"Sect Master, my name is Yang Ziqiang!" The white-clothed young man replied.
"Well, from today onwards, you will be the Sect Master of the Sky Sword Sect," Su Ziyang said.
Hearing this, Yang Ziqiang's face changed greatly.
He knelt down. "Sect Master, how can I take on such a great responsibility?"
"If I say you can, you can! If you don't agree, you can stand out! "
Su Ziyang's gaze swept across, and everyone lowered their heads.
Yang Ziqiang was helped up by Su Ziyang. He stood trembling beside Su Ziyang, not even daring to raise his head.
Su Ziyang opened the system panel and began to strengthen the small soldier.
He waved his right hand, and rays of light flew out from Su Ziyang's palm and went straight into Yang Ziqiang's body.
"Crack …"
In just an instant, Yang Ziqiang reached the Martial Venerable Realm.
Then, he reached Rank One Martial Venerable.
Rank Two Martial Venerable.
Rank Three Martial Venerable.
…
Breaking through was as simple as drinking water and eating.
The two Supreme Elders and the ten Principal Elders stared blankly at this scene. Their faces were full of disbelief.
That look of astonishment was simply indescribable.
With a wave of his hand, he made people break through one after another.
This method, other than a god, no one else could do it, right?
Was he not a human? But a god that descended to the world?
At this point, all 12 people knelt down.
They buried their heads on the ground, their bodies trembling.
That look of reverence was hard to describe with words.
Finally, Yang Ziqiang reached the Martial Ancestor Realm.
In this place, he could be considered an expert.
With the increase in strength, Yang Ziqiang's aura completely changed.
Standing in front of Su Ziyang, he knelt down and bowed respectfully.
"Ziqiang will never forget senior's kindness. From today onwards, as long as you give the order, I will go through water and tread on fire without hesitation," Yang Ziqiang said.
"There's no need for that. From today onwards, you'll be the sect master. Bring glory to the Heavenly Sword Sect and annex all the surrounding sects. Kill anyone who refuses to submit!" said Su Ziyang.
"Yes, Senior!"
Yang Ziqiang cupped his fists.
"Here is a secret technique called the Everlasting Ice Seal. You must pass it down and let every disciple learn it!"
After saying that, Su Ziyang pointed with his right hand and sent the Everlasting Ice Seal to Yang Ziqiang.
"Yes, Senior!"
Yang Ziqiang cupped his fists again.
"Alright, I'll leave the rest to you. Do your best," Su Ziyang said.
"Farewell, Senior!"
Yang Ziqiang cupped his fists and bowed as he watched Su Ziyang leave.
Then, he turned around, looked at the crowd kneeling on the ground, and said, "From today onwards, I'm the sect master of the Heavenly Sword Sect. Who refuses to submit?"
With a sweep of his gaze, whether it was the disciples or the elders, they all knelt down.
"Greetings, Sect Master!"
"Rise!"
"Thank you, Sect Master!"
"From today onwards, everyone must learn the Everlasting Ice Seal. Do you hear me clearly?"
"If you work hard enough, this seat can help you break through the realm!"
As soon as these words came out, everyone's face was filled with joy.
One by one, they all lined up and began to learn the Everlasting Ice Seal.
… …
… …
Ghost Sword Sect, in a dark valley.
Here, not a blade of grass grew. There was only loneliness and desolation.
The sky was dark, and the sun could not shine down.
In the valley, there was a dead silence. There was no life at all.
"Swish … …"
Occasionally, a sword light drifted from the sky, shot into the valley, and disappeared.
From time to time, there was also a sword light that shook out of the valley and sped away.
In the distance, on a mountain peak, stood a figure. He was Su Ziyang.
After a few glances, Su Ziyang used his divine eye and began to scan.
A moment later, he withdrew his gaze.
The corner of his mouth raised a faint smile. "It's not bad to build the sect underground."
After speaking, Su Ziyang's figure flashed, and instantly appeared in the valley.
Then, with a gentle wave of his right hand, a hole appeared on the ground, and Su Ziyang took the opportunity to drill into it.
Coming to the underground was like coming to a different world.
Sword Forest, Lonelytomb … …
The disciples flying in the Sword Forest, the disciples sitting cross-legged in the Lonelytomb … …
Everyone had to cultivate seriously and be incomparably diligent.
"Who dares to break into my Ghost Sword Sect!"
At this moment, a loud shout was heard. Then, a figure rushed over and appeared in front of Su Ziyang.
He was wearing a ghost mask, and it was impossible to see his face clearly.
His body had the aura of a Martial Honorable. It seemed that he was a powerhouse.
"No! I'm here to learn the tracking technique. Call your Sect Master, and I'll talk to him in detail! "Su Ziyang said.
As soon as these words were spoken.
The masked man had already moved.
"Swoosh … …"
A small black sword pierced through the void and appeared directly behind Su Ziyang's head.
"Buzz … …"
It stabbed down.
"Ding … …"
With a sound, the small black sword directly cracked and burst into pieces.
"This … …"
The masked man's voice trembled, his pupils shrank, and his body retreated rapidly. In the blink of an eye, he disappeared in place.
"I'm sincerely discussing things with you, but as soon as I come up, you fight and kill, okay?"
"There's a limit to my patience," said Qin Wentian.
Su Ziyang's voice reverberated throughout the Ghostsword Sect.
At this moment, no matter who it was, no matter what they were doing, they all opened their eyes at the same time and put down the matter in their hands.
Some old monsters stood up one after another, walked out of the cave, rushed up, and came to Su Ziyang.
There weren't many of them, only about five hundred. Each of them emitted an Ancestor-level aura.
There were even a few who directly reached rank nine Martial Ancestor.
The aura that could shatter everything made one's scalp go numb.
However, Su Ziyang was not moved at all.
He revealed an expression that said, "No matter what you do, I'll remain unmoved."
"Little guy, you're so young, yet you dare to barge into our Ghost Sword Sect. It seems that you don't put me in your eyes?"
A red-haired old man stood out and looked at Su Ziyang with a cold voice.
"I wouldn't dare."
Su Ziyang raised the corner of his mouth, "I'm here to discuss a business deal."
"Business deal? What kind of business deal? "The red-haired old man asked.
"I want to buy a tracking technique." Su Ziyang said.
"Haha … …"
The red-haired old man laughed loudly, as if he had heard the best joke in the world.
"The tracking technique is our sect's secret technique. It's not something you can buy just because you want to!"
"That's right. Even our sect's disciples won't easily teach them such a secret technique."
"Scram! If you don't scram, don't blame us for being impolite!"
After saying that, the five hundred old men released their auras.
The threat was extremely strong.
… …
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