His eyes were too long and his whole body was filled with a depressing chill. Mu Cangying's cultivation level was indeed about to break through to the sixth level of Qi Refining and reach the late stage of Qi Refining.

Each third level of Qi Refining Realm is a hurdle. After passing it, your strength will increase greatly.

Although the sixth and seventh layers of Qi refining are only one layer separated, they are the watershed between the middle and late stages of Qi refining, and the combat power is very different. This is also one of the reasons why Zhao Yang's master Zuo Chaoyang led the Qingyun Sect to defeat the Xiangying Sword Sect.

Zhao Yang looked at Mu Cangying, and Mu Cangying was also looking at Zhao Yang.

No matter what else, this body of sharp sword energy has the combat power no less than the sixth level of Qi Refining. Zhao Yang has such cultivation without saying a word, and is really an enemy of the Xiangying Sword Sect!

Thinking of this, a sense of fighting rose from Mu Cangying's body.

Opposite, Zhao Yang's face was still on his face, and the sword energy that was originally suppressed was rising, arousing a harsh sword roar beside him!

"boom--"

When two qi forces collided, a wave of spiritual energy immediately rolled up.

At the mountain gate of Qingyun Sect, it was like a whirlwind blowing by, flying sand and stones. All the disciples were fascinated by the wind and sand and could not open their eyes.

Mu Cangying slowly raised his hand and pressed it against his waist. Zhao Yang also put away his smile and touched the hilt of the sword on his waist.

Just when everyone thought the two of them were about to reach out to draw their swords, their originally tense faces suddenly moved and squeezed out a stiff smile.

"Zong Master Zhao, the younger generation is terrifying!"

"President Mu, his cultivation is profound!"

"Ha ha--"

The two looked at each other and laughed three feet apart. They clasped each other and raised their hands: "Please--"

Some of them breathed a sigh of relief, while others sighed slightly, feeling a little disappointed.

"Everyone, please--" Zhao Yang raised his hand and signaled everyone to go up the mountain.

The heads of the fifteen families on Qingkong Mountain are already complete, and the Qingyang Town and some small families at the foot of the mountain are not qualified to receive them personally.

The group talked and laughed, and went straight to Qingyun Sect along the bluestone steps. When they came to the square in front of the hall, there were already long tables of red sandalwood. On the table were filled with fruits and wine.

Generally speaking, practitioners still eat light food, and if they can avoid meat and fishy things, they will be verified.

Without deliberate guidance, each sect has found a seat according to its own strength and sat down, waiting to watch the ceremony.

One after another, the latecomers would laugh and salute as soon as they arrived at the venue, and then find a place to sit in the back.

These are all monks of the mountain family. Whether in terms of cultivation or strength, they are much different from the sects on Qingkong Mountain.

Qingyang Town at the foot of the mountain and those small families were more or less related to the sects on Qingkong Mountain. They sat together with each other and started talking in a low voice.

Someone who arrived first told the confrontation between Zhao Yang and Mu Cangying at the mountain gate before, and then there was another depressing cry.

"Sect Master, the Hu family has not come." Su Mu came behind Zhao Yang with a smile on his face and whispered.

This nonsense seems to be determined to draw a clear line with Qingyun Sect.

Zhao Yang sneered in his heart, it was almost time to harvest.

"Don't worry about him." Zhao Yang said lightly.

Su Mu nodded, took a deep breath, stepped forward, and shouted: "The auspicious time has come--"

A group of Qingyun Sect disciples immediately lined up and stood in rows on the nine-story steps.

On the white jade steps, the disciples stood solemnly, the breeze moved lightly, and silently.

Zhao Yang stood in front, tidied up his clothes, and then walked into the Qingyun Sect Hall alone.

In the hall, the previous spiritual positions had been removed, and at this time there was only a three-meter-high stone statue of the ancestor.

Zhao Yang walked to the statue of the ancestor of Qingyun Sect, lifted up the hem of his clothes, held the hilt of the sword in his hand, and bowed under him.

"The ancestor of Qingyun Sect is above, and Zhao Yang, a disciple of the thirteenth generation, will take over Qingyun Sect today. The disciples will take the growth of Qingyun Sect as their mission, do their best to keep their original intentions in mind."

After kneeling three times and kowtowed nine times, Zhao Yang got up and picked up three pillars of high incense to light them, and inserted them into the empty incense burner.

From then on, the high incense in the incense burner will be continuous day and night, symbolizing the orderly transmission and continuous inheritance of the incense in Qingyun Sect.

After raising the incense, Zhao Yang held up the golden token placed in front of the statue of the ancestor in both hands.

This is the order of the leader of Qingyun Sect. Of course, that is really not here. This is what he transformed from a game login.

Holding the token in both hands, Zhao Yang stepped out of the hall, walked to the steps, and held the token high with both hands.

"Meet the Sect Master--"

Seeing Zhao Yang holding the token in his hand, all the disciples of Qingyun Sect bowed down.

After this worship, the orders of the sect leader in Qingyun Sect could not be contrary to each other!

"Li Cheng——"

Zhao Yang put away the token, strode down the steps, and came to the square. The disciples also turned around and followed him.

"Today's succession ceremony for the Qingyun Sect Master, thank you for your witnesses. Zhao Yang thanked me here!"

Zhao Yang clasped his fists with his hands and bowed slightly, and the disciples behind him also bowed.

"You are polite to Master Zhao. Master Zhao is young and promising, and he will surely carry forward the Qingyun Sect!"

"We are honored to be able to watch the succession ceremony of Sect Zhao today!"

...

The guests stood up and returned the greeting with a smile. Zhao Yang had just stood up, smiled, and spread his hands out and said, "Everyone, please use it slowly."

At this time, the banquet began.

Zhao Yang held a wine glass in his hand and started to toast with Zuo Lun, the leader of the Cangyan Sect, who had the highest cultivation and the oldest qualification. After that, the heads of the small families did not miss it.

After a circle, Zhao Yang's face turned slightly red, and Zuo Ling'er beside him covered his nose.

"Zhao Zongzhuo has a lot of things," When Zhao Yang turned around, Zuo Lun, the leader of Cangyan Sect, put down his wine glass and stood up. "Do you need to wake up and drink? Let's talk about something serious?"

As soon as Zuo Lun opened his mouth, the original conversation in the entire venue immediately became much smaller. Everyone secretly swept their eyes to Zhao Yang and Zuo Lun.

"Senior said, right?" Zhao Yang nodded and handed the wine glass in his hand to Zuo Ling'er. Zuo Ling'er took it and stepped back obediently.

"Young man, don't be sober, please come to the hall with me." Zhao Yang looked at Zuo Lun and signaled to other sect leaders on Qingkong Mountain, then turned around and stepped onto the steps.

Except for Zhao Yang and Zuo Lun, the leaders of the remaining thirteen sects all stood up, stepped on the steps together, and followed them into the hall.

The originally warm atmosphere disappeared above the square. Whether it was the disciples of Qingyun Sect or those from other sects, they didn't realize that they put down their wine glasses and became slightly alert.

The entire square gradually became silent, and everyone stared at the slowly closed door.

In the hall, Zhao Yang walked straight ahead, staring at the scent of smoke in front of him, and his thoughts were a little vague.

Half a month ago, I was still a mortal. In this hall, the only thing I could rely on was a sword that would do my best. Every step at that time was like walking on thin ice, and the general idea was death without life.

Today, even though the person who is following him is the highest and most powerful person in Qingkong Mountain, his heart is becoming more and more calm.

Because, what can these people do to me?

Moving forward step by step, Zhao Yang's sword energy slowly converged, until he was in front of the stone statue of the ancestor, and it was as good as ordinary people.

how so!

Behind Zhao Yang, Zuo Lun and Mu Cangying looked more and more serious in their eyes. Zhao Yang showed control of the sword energy beyond their expectations.

In just a few short steps, did Zhao Yang improve his mental state and cultivation, or did he have this strength and hide his weakness before?

Zhao Yang stood in front of the stone statue of the ancestor and was silent for a while before turning around, stood aside, and spoke, "Everyone, let's give me the incense stick of my Qingyun Sect first."

Some of the fourteen heads of the sects, some of them showed hesitation, some showed disdain, and some nodded slightly. Zhao Yang swept his eyes and remembered everyone's expressions in his heart.
Chapter completed!