Ji Jian, who had perfected Kendo and reached the Innate Stage of Foundation Establishment, instantly became the focus of attention of Wenshu Yuan, Heng Dao Sect, and the Nangong family.
An Ruyun of Heng Dao Sect and Nangong Wentian of Nangong family were generous with their praise.
"The Wujian Villa has a successor."
"In the end, Kendo in Tianbei City will still have to be led by the Wujian Villa."
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Lao Zhuangzhu and Ji Yuan were so happy that their faces were beaming with joy. They felt as if they were floating in the air.
Their faces were full of joy.
"You're too kind …"
Lao Zhuangzhu and Ji Yuan clasped their fists and blushed. However, their mouths were full of modesty.
"Amitabha. Why don't I see Shaolin's abbot, Xuanxin?"
Abbot Guang Liang of Wenshu Yuan, who was on the side, chanted the name of Buddha and asked with slight dissatisfaction.
When they reached Shaoshi Mountain, they didn't see a single monk, Shaolin.
Shaolin's abbot, Xuanxin, didn't even show his face.
"This Shaolin is so arrogant."
"How dare Shaolin disrespect us like this?"
"Haha, is he waiting for us to ask to see him?"
"Did Shaolin forget that this Sect Competition is hosted by Shaolin?"
"There isn't even a person at the foot of the mountain to welcome us. We went up the mountain on our own and he didn't even come out to greet us?"
"Haha, could it be that this Shaolin has already considered himself the leader of the Martial Arts Federation, the number one sect in Tianbei City?"
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As soon as Abbot Guang Liang of Wenshu Yuan opened his mouth, Heng Dao Sect and Nangong family immediately followed suit.
He expressed his dissatisfaction with a series of sarcastic remarks.
In their hearts, Shaolin did not deserve to be one of the Five Great Sect, nor did he deserve to be the host of this Sect Competition.
They looked down on Shaolin.
His heart was also arrogant.
It would have been fine if Shaolin had been humble, but Shaolin didn't even try.
It was obvious that he didn't take them seriously.
Shaolin's abbot, Xuanxin, did not greet them at the foot of the mountain. There was not even a monk at the foot of the mountain to greet them.
That was fine.
Abbot Shaolin didn't even show his face when he went up the mountain? Why didn't they arrange for a disciple to come out and smooth things over?
Wasn't this attitude a little too lofty?
Everyone on Shaoshi Mountain was busy with the Wujian Villa's Sect Competition. Those who didn't know better would think that the Wujian Villa was the host of this year's Sect Competition.
Shaolin didn't even have the slightest awareness of being the host.
Wenshu Yuan's abbot, Guang Liang, put his hands together and looked down. Hengdao Sect An Ruyun also expressed her dissatisfaction.
The head of the Nangong Family, Nangong Wentian, was even colder and more disdainful as he ran away.
"Everyone, I'll go and invite Abbot Xuanxin."
Lao Zhuangzhu, Ji Yuan, wiped the sweat from his forehead. At this time, he couldn't refute anything.
In a hurry, he turned around and entered the abbot's meditation hall.
Wenshu Yuan's Guang Liang, Hengdao Sect An Ruyun, and Nangong Family's Nangong Wentian all looked at Lao Zhuangzhu, Ji Yuan, in disbelief.
When did the head of the Wujian Villa, Lao Zhuangzhu, and Ji Yuan become so amiable?
When did they become so easy to talk to?
Lao Zhuangzhu, Ji Yuan, was a martial arts giant in Tianbei City.
The martial arts inheritance of the Wujian Villa was much stronger than Shaolin. Did they need to lower their status so much?
Did they need to invite the insignificant abbot Shaolin?
Wenshu Yuan's abbot, Guang Liang, was the leader of the TianBei City Martial Arts Alliance. When he took the lead to speak, it was obvious that he was fanning the flames.
Did he want everyone to take the opportunity to flip out?
Hengdao Sect An Ruyun saw it. Nangong Family's Nangong Wentian also saw it.
Fen Fen took the opportunity to speak in agreement.
This was an endorsement of the status of the Wenshu Yuan's Martial Arts Alliance.
The head of the Wujian Villa, Lao Zhuangzhu, and Ji Yuan couldn't see it, right?
Who didn't know that Ji Yuan was a thousand-year-old fox?
Good lord, not only did Ji Yuan not agree, but he also turned around and stood on Shaolin's side.
His buttocks were directly crooked.
He lowered himself and took the initiative to invite Shaolin's abbot, Xuanxin. This directly made everyone unable to flip out.
Wenshu Yuan's abbot, Guang Liang, the head of the Hengdao Sect, An Ruyun, and the head of the Nangong Family, Nangong Wentian.
They all had a look of surprise on their faces.
They couldn't understand at all. What was the Wujian Villa doing? What was Ji Yuan, this old fox, selling in his gourd?
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Not long after.
"Amitabha."
After hearing the name of Buddha, they saw Xuanxin wearing a brocade cassock and holding a noble nine-ringed monk's staff in the quiet and secluded abbot's monastery.
His bearing was noble.
His aura was strong and his temperament was extraordinary. A divine monk's temperament was extraordinary as he walked out.
Behind him followed Xuangang Xuanyuan and Wutian Wuyan.
Lao Zhuangzhu and Ji Yuan were even more cautious. They followed Xuanxin's left and right, bowing and curtsying as they enthusiastically led the way.
He was once a martial arts giant who was highly respected and couldn't tolerate sand in his eyes.
At this time, he was flattering and fawning.
Guang Liang, An Ruyun, and Nangong Wentian were all dumbfounded!
This Wujian Villa was obviously sitting on Shaolin's side, and it was the kind that completely respected Shaolin.
They didn't hide it at all, to the extent that they didn't care about their face.
In the past, although the Wujian Villa respected Wenshu Yuan and obeyed Wenshu Yuan's orders, they had always maintained their dignity and face as one of the Five Sect in Tianbei City.
But why did the Wujian Villa rely on Shaolin?
"Greetings, eminent monk."
Xuanxin and Guang Liang were facing each other. They immediately bowed slightly with an apologetic face.
He turned around and bowed to An Ruyun. "Greetings, Master An."
"Greetings, Master of the Nangong family. Please forgive us for our lack of hospitality."
At this time, Xuanxin, whether it was his aura or temperament, exuded a strong Buddha nature that overshadowed Guang Liang, the abbot of Wenshu Yuan.
"Yes."
Guang Liang took a deep look at Xuanxin. His face turned cold, and he responded indifferently.
"Hurry up and draw lots."
With a cold face, Guang Liang directly ignored Xuanxin. He looked warily at Lao Zhuangzhu and Ji Yuan.
He was very annoyed in his heart.
An Ruyun of Heng Dao Sect and Nangong Wentian of Nangong family didn't give Xuanxin any face either.
Next was to arrange the drawing of lots ceremony!
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The final result of the drawing of lots was very unexpected.
On Shaolin Temple's side, they drew lots with four different colors.
In other words, Xuanxin wanted to arrange that Xuangang Xuanyuan and Wutian Wuyan would fight against the No. 1 seeds of Wenshu Yuan, Heng Dao Sect, Wujian Villa, and Nangong family respectively in the first round.
Xuanxin was also very surprised. He didn't expect such a result of the drawing of lots.
In the end, Xuanxin made arrangements according to the results of the drawing of lots.
Xuan Yuan would fight against Ji Jian of Wujian Villa. Xuan Gang would fight against Nangong Rian of Nangong family.
Wu Yan would fight against Nalan Yan of Heng Dao Sect.
As for Wu Tian, the five-year-old child, he was arranged to fight against Kong Jian, the eldest direct disciple of the abbot of Wenshu Yuan.
Soon, the results of the drawing of lots and the arrangement of the duels were announced on the spot.
They came to participate in the Sect Competition, a grand event.
All the Sect, Aristocratic Families, gentry, paladins, and rich people immediately began to talk about it.
"Didn't I say that there was something fishy about this Sect Competition?"
"What's this? Shaolin will fight against the No. 1 seeds of the other four Sects? "
"Shaolin's strength is so weak. Isn't Wenshu Yuan, Heng Dao Sect, Wujian Villa, and Nangong family all in the top four?"
"Shaolin will be finished with this drawing of lots."
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