The suffocating grandmaster's pressure in the hall slowly dissipated, and everyone was freed from the feeling of insignificance like ants looking at the sky.
Yan Wuji stood in front of the steps with his hands behind his hands. There was no expression on his ancient face, and his gray cloth robe did not move at all under the light coming from the door.
He just stood there quietly, like an unshakable mountain, giving people a kind of instinctive awe.
Qi Zhen led the way sideways and led Yan Wuji behind the long table in the front of the hall.
Yan Wuji sat in the main seat, Qi Zhen and Yang Yuan sat on both sides.
The three of them sat down at the main table, and the disciples of Iron River Gang began to shuttle between the tables, adding wine and serving dishes to each table.
"A grandmaster is really born!"
Fang Han looked away from Yan Wuji and fell on the celadon wine glass in front of him.
The wine was clear, reflecting the remaining shock on his face.
Iron River Gang, a master is really born!
The reason why Seven Sects is able to surpass all the forces in the county is not because of the large number of disciples under his sect, nor because of the industries spread throughout the county, but because of the Grandmaster.
Each sect has a master in charge, and this is the real foundation for Seven Sects to sit firmly on Diaoyutai.
Although Iron River Gang is ranked among the top powers in the county in terms of foundation, financial resources, and disciples, compared with Seven Sects, the gap is visible to the naked eye.
But now, this gap has been completely eliminated.
Grandmaster.
As long as there is a grandmaster in charge, the differences in background, financial resources, and number of disciples will no longer be differences.
A grandmaster is enough to support the appearance of a top power.
"Even Seven Sects has to admit the status of Iron River Gang!"
Fang Han looked solemn.
After today, Seven Sects has to admit, and must also acknowledge the status of Iron River Gang, in order to stabilize the master Yan Wuji.
This is because a grandmaster who is not burdened by a sect and does not need to worry about any consequences, if he deliberately becomes an enemy of a certain sect, hides in the dark to snipe a certain sect's property, or intercepts a certain sect's outbound Elder, even Seven Sects will not be able to bear such losses.
This is the weight of a master.
It's not a question of whether you are willing to admit it or not, it's a matter of you having to admit it.
Although the powerful leaders present maintained basic etiquette and calmness on the surface at this moment, there was already a turmoil in their hearts.
Qingyang Prefecture Seven Sects The pattern of coexistence has lasted for hundreds of years and will be broken today.
The silence in the hall lasted for a long time, and was finally broken by a rough voice.
"Master Yan, I have something unclear. Can I ask for advice?"
The speaker is sitting in the third seat on the left. He is tall and tall, with a strong back and a strong waist. He has a square face with sharp edges and sharp eyes under his thick eyebrows. He is Lei Pojun, the master of the Tyrant Blade Sect.
He stood up and bowed his hands to Yan Wuji, who was sitting on the main seat, with a deep voice that echoed in the hall.
Yan Wuji raised his eyes, his turbid but deep eyes fell on Lei Pojun, nodded slightly, and said in an old and plain voice:
"Master Lei Clan, please speak."
Lei Pojun straightened up, his eyes swept over everyone present, and finally fell back on Yan Wuji's face, with a hint of consideration in his voice:
"As we all know, to reach the master's level, one needs to take the master's skills as the foundation in order to break through the three levels of spirit, energy, and spirit."
He paused, and there was a hint of exploration in his voice.
"Iron River Gang's master technique, I don't know where it came from?"
As soon as these words came out, there was a sudden silence in the hall.
Everyone's eyes fell on the long table in front of the host, waiting for the answer.
This was a question asked by everyone present, but Lei Pojun was the first to ask it because of his straightforward nature.
Yan Wuji didn't answer. He just picked up the Teacup in front of him and took a sip with a calm attitude, as if what Lei Pojun asked was just a trivial matter.
Qi Zhen put down the wine bowl in his hand, glanced at everyone present, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"That's a good question, Master Lei Clan."
His voice was not loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly.
"My Iron River Gang's master technique is obtained from--Songquan Prefecture Grandmaster's Tomb."
As soon as these words came out, there was a low discussion in the hall.
Songquan Prefecture Grandmaster's Tomb.
This name was familiar to everyone present.
Some time ago, the news that Songquan Prefecture discovered Grandmaster's Tomb came out. Qingyang Prefecture Many forces had their thoughts, and some even secretly sent people there to get a piece of the pie.
It's just that Songquan Prefecture is the boundary of another county after all. The top forces in the county are extremely wary of outsiders, and the slightest carelessness may trigger conflicts between sects.
After careful consideration, most of the forces chose to give up and just treat it as a lively event on someone else's territory.
But don't want to.
Iron River Gang not only went, but also became the biggest winner.
"Songquan Prefecture Grandmaster's Tomb..."
Lei Pojun repeated it in a low voice, and a trace of complexity flashed across Fang Zheng's face.
He didn't ask any more questions, just cupped his hands towards Qi Zhen, sat back at the table, picked up the wine bowl and took a swig.
Vajra Temple Abbot Ku Du put his hands together and recited a Buddhist chant in a low voice. There was no emotion in his half-opened eyes.
Hundred Flower Valley Master Hua Nishang picked up the wine glass, covered his mouth with his sleeve and took a sip. When he put it down, the lazy smile at the corner of his mouth was still there, but there was a faint wave in the depths of his eyes.
Lingyun Sword Sect Leader Xie Changkong tapped his fingers on the table twice, then took it back, his face still as calm as ever.
Rain Listening Tower Shen Tinglan lowered his eyes, his eyelashes cast a faint shadow under the candlelight, wondering what he was thinking.
Nether Pavilion Master Ling Wuyuan picked up the wine glass and shook it gently. The wine in the glass reflected the candlelight and glowed with amber luster.
There was no emotion on his face, but there was a hint of coldness in his deep eyes.
Chen Tianyuan picked up the tea cup and took a sip. When he put it down, his movements were still calm, but the fingers holding the cup were a little harder than usual.
'It actually comes from Songquan Prefecture Grandmaster's Tomb!'
Fang Han lowered his eyes and remembered the counterfeiter he met at Songquan Prefecture.
That person used fake secrets as bait and turned Songquan Prefecture upside down. The force behind it is still a mystery to this day.
Iron River Gang obtained the true master's skills and became the biggest winner in this chaos.
Is it a coincidence?
Or...
The discussion gradually subsided, and the atmosphere in the hall changed from the initial stagnation to relaxation.
After three rounds of wine and five dishes, people began to move around and toast between the tables, and the atmosphere gradually became warm.
Qi Zhen put down the wine bowl in his hand, glanced at everyone present, suddenly stood up, and cupped his hands in all directions.
"Comrades."
His voice was not loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly.
"Today, Grandmaster Banquet, is my Iron River Gang's special day. I have a suggestion. What do you think?"
Everyone's eyes fell on him.
Qi Zhen smiled and continued:
"Today there are many outstanding young people from Qingyang Prefecture. We might as well let the juniors compete and learn from each other to liven up the atmosphere."
He paused and glanced at the young faces at the table.
"How about we stop here and don't hurt your kindness?"
As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere in the hall changed slightly.
Discuss.
It's said to be a lively atmosphere, but it's actually showing off its heritage.
Iron River Gang Although a grandmaster was born, the forces present may not be convinced.
Qi Zhen This is to use the hands of the younger generation to prove to the major forces that Iron River Gang is not only a master, but the next generation is also good.
Lei Pojun put down the wine bowl and grinned, with a bit of interest on his rough face.
"This is a good suggestion from Gang Leader Qi. Young people should learn from each other more."
"In that case, then we will follow what Gang Leader Qi said."
Chen Tianyuan spoke, his voice calm.
"It's okay to let the juniors compete and learn from each other."
Ling Wuyuan also nodded, and the smile at the corner of his mouth deepened a bit.
Several other sect leaders, sect leaders, and building owners also expressed their opinions one after another and agreed to participate in this discussion.
Qi Zhen looked sideways at Yang Yuan beside him, nodding slightly.
Yang Yuan stood up, cupped his fists and saluted Qi Zhen, then turned around and walked towards the specially reserved arena in the center of the hall.
Her pace was neither fast nor slow, and her light blue outfit glowed with a cool luster under the candlelight. There were sharp claw weapons hanging on each waist, the claw body was silvery white, and the claw blade glowed with a cold light.
When she reached the middle of the open space, she stopped, turned around, glanced at the young faces at the table, cupped her fists and saluted, and said in a clear voice:
"Iron River Gang, Yang Yuan, please give me some advice."
Fang Han's eyes fell on this figure.
Prodigy Ranking Twenty-fifth, this ranking is not considered top-notch compared to Seven Sects the top few of the younger generation.
But <Thousand-Mile Soul Lock>'s perception told him that this person's aura was restrained and calm, far from the level that Prodigy Ranking, the twenty-fifth, should have.
This person is hiding his clumsiness.
A young man in brown clothes stood up, bowed his hand to the elder beside him, and after receiving approval, walked towards the open space.
Fang Han recognized this person from the portrait he had seen. Qingyang Prefecture is a disciple of a big force, named Han Wei, ranked thirty-third on Prodigy Ranking.
Han Wei walked to the center of the open space, cupped his fists and saluted Yang Yuan, with a loud voice:
"Copper Elephant Sect, Han Wei, please give me Miss Yang's advice."
Yang Yuan nodded slightly and raised his hand to signal.
"Whoosh!"
Han Wei was no longer polite, kicked his foot, and his body was like a brown lightning, rushing towards Yang Yuan.
He was using a pair of Iron Palm, with a strong palm wind, and each palm shot was accompanied by a whirring sound. The shadows of the palms were heavy and shrouded Yang Yuan's vital parts.
Yang Yuan's expression remained unchanged, his body turned slightly sideways, and he avoided Han Wei's first palm.
Han Wei changes his moves very quickly. He retracts his left palm, lifts his right palm from bottom to top, and reaches Yang Yuan's lower jaw.
Yang Yuan tapped his toes on the ground, his body drifted back half a foot, and Han Wei's palm missed.
Han Wei chased after him, striking out with both palms in succession, the wind howling, each palm faster than the other.
"Pa--"
Yang Yuan no longer gave in, she reached out her right hand, slightly bent her fingers, and grabbed the right palm of Han Wei's hand.
Han Wei felt his wrist tighten, and his whole right arm instantly became numb, and the palm strength he was so proud of suddenly disappeared without a trace.
He was shocked and quickly shot out with his left hand, trying to force Yang Yuan back.
Yang Yuan didn't give him this chance. With her right hand, Han Wei stumbled forward two steps involuntarily, and slapped her left palm into the empty space.
Immediately afterwards, Yang Yuan reached out with his left hand and lightly pressed his five fingers on Han Wei's chest.
This press was very light, as light as if it was just brushing away the dust on the clothes.
But Han Wei's body suddenly froze, and he took several steps back. After falling out of the ring, he barely managed to stabilize himself.
He lowered his head and looked at his chest, then raised his head and looked at Yang Yuan. The young face was full of disbelief.