Chapter 340

That voice was not only hollow, but also carried a thick sense of unruliness and arrogance.

It was unknown where it came from; it seemed to be ringing in every corner of the Divine Hall, giving people a heavy sense of deterrence.

Bai Lianhua, Niu Wanli, and the group were slightly startled, then retreated repeatedly.

And the bearded Elder below and the observing Elders from various peaks had cautious expressions, their faces tense, not knowing how to answer for a while!

After all, according to past experience, the awakened ancestor spirits would be dignified but with a hint of kindness and vicissitudes, putting no pressure on people.

What kind of ghost was this master who started cursing directly?

Who dared to answer? What if their consciousness was wiped out and they became fools?

"Damn it, death to your grandfather's big stinky fart. If no one answers, I'm going to lose my temper..." Seeing no one answer, the voice cursed continuously.

Every time it cursed, everyone in the Divine Hall shivered.

Heng Xian might be the only one unaffected, because the voice was not targeting him, as if it hadn't discovered him.

He looked back, saw no one answering, pondered for a moment, and said: "Stop cursing, it's me!"

"Oh?" The voice stopped cursing and asked in a deep voice: "Who are you?"

Heng Xian bowed: "Tianyuan Sect true disciple, Heng Xian!"

The voice was silent for a moment and said: "Oh my god! You junior disciples have good talent. That sword just now came from the pre-pre-ancient period, the Primordial Era, named 'Sword Saint Small Court Sect.' Someone practiced it back then, but no one played it as skillfully as you. Hmm? Your physique is also good, your talent is quite okay, good seedling, young man! My few bastard disciples didn't disgrace my inheritance, quite good..."

Not only was it not angry, but it praised him for a while.

Bai Lianhua and the group behind were stunned and speechless.

And the Elders of various peaks below breathed a sigh of relief, then looked at each other. This Heng Xian was indeed extraordinary; the ancestor actually praised him so much!

The bearded Elder whispered a reminder: "Heng Xian, ask about his identity!"

However, Heng Xian didn't hear it at all, and instead asked with interest: "Sword Saint Small Court Sect? My move is called Sword Saint Storm, but the name Sword Saint Small Court Sect is also okay. Since there is 'Small,' there must be a 'Big,' right?"

"Of course!" The voice said: "The big one is called Sword Saint Court Sect, rumored to be able to kill experts in the Divine Wheel Realm in seconds. Eh? Forgot to ask, who did you learn it from? Among the junior disciples, who has this ability?"

Heng Xian smiled embarrassedly: "Would you believe me if I said I was born with it? I knew it naturally!"

"Hahaha, quite arrogant, already has one-tenth of my arrogance back then!" The voice laughed heartily.

"You're too kind, you're too kind," Heng Xian laughed: "You just mentioned the Divine Wheel Realm... what kind of realm is that?"

The voice said: "Oh! Leaked the secret. This realm, well, this realm..."

It seemed it really couldn't be said, so it inexplicably changed the subject: "Do you like beautiful women?"

Heng Xian was stunned: "Of course!"

The voice laughed: "Hahaha, me too."

"Uh..." Bai Lianhua and the group of Earth Ranking disciples behind were even more confused.

The Elders of various peaks below were also collectively petrified.

How... did they start chatting? This style is very strange!

This ancestor is a bit disrespectful to his elders and has no integrity!

"What kind of girls do you like?" The voice asked with interest.

Heng Xian imagined it: "First, they must be beautiful; this cannot be sloppy. Second, they must be clean. If they have body odor, foot odor, or green onion stuck in their teeth, I definitely can't accept it!"

Bai Lianhua and the group of girls behind subconsciously sniffed their noses and pursed their lips.

Even Lin Shuyu lowered her head slightly.

The voice laughed: "Haha, a talent, very similar to what I like. But I also want them to have big butts, and the chest can't be small."

Heng Xian simply sat down: "It's best if they have culture, like playing the zither, chess, calligraphy, painting, or dancing, knowing two or three!"

"Yes, yes, yes!" The voice laughed, then suddenly stopped abruptly, and said with a hint of sadness: "Several thousand years ago, there was a girl who completely met these conditions. We were in love, but who knew..."

The Elders of various peaks below perked up when they heard this. Several thousand years ago? Key point, write it down!

Su Qin Xin spat: "You only know how to talk nonsense. He is only 20 years old; have you ever seen a 20-year-old genius looking for a Dao companion all day long?"

Heng Xian was surprised: "What? Did the girl's parents disagree?"

The voice sighed: "Yes, her father disagreed, saying I was vulgar. But how could he know, I am a man who carries a tiger in his heart and sniffs the roses!"

"Wait!" Heng Xian was shocked, "Where did you hear that sentence?"

The voice was curious: "Which sentence?"

Heng Xian reminded: "Carrying a tiger in the heart, sniffing the roses!"

This sentence was a modern poem from his previous life. Did someone in this world know it too? Such a coincidence?

"It seems to be a poem written by some charlatan surnamed Jiang in the ancient period. It's strange, but it expresses my mood at that time very well!" The voice said to itself: "And then, we couldn't be together. That is simply the regret of my life!"

Heng Xian comforted himself, maybe it was just a coincidence.

The voice suddenly became full of emotion: "Is she... Fei Wugou still around?"

"Fei Wugou?" Heng Xian thought for a moment, looked back, saw the surprised faces, and realized he had been chatting too happily. He felt a bit embarrassed. Recently, he had only been busy with cultivation and found it hard to open his heart to others, so he had talked a bit too much. He asked: "Has anyone heard of Fei Wugou?"

Bai Lianhua and the others naturally shook their heads.

The group of Elders below also looked confused.

The bearded Elder whispered: "Heng Xian! Now is not the time for reminiscing. The ancestor's spirit only has half an incense stick of time..."

Before he finished speaking, a sound of breaking wind came from outside the door, and nearly a hundred figures rushed in.

The long-unseen, thin-faced old Daoist Kuqing, the immortal-looking Sect Leader Zhenxuan, the restored dignified and beautiful Nangong Liluo, the Daoist nun Zhao Qingzhi, Bai Chun San, Bao Bu Tian, Su Qinxin, and other most authoritative people of the Tianyuan Sect all rushed in.

The bearded man's words stopped abruptly!

The group of observing Elders, the bearded Elder, and the Earth Ranking disciples led by Bai Lianhua and others were stunned.

The bearded Elder immediately cupped his hands: "Sect Leader, Senior Brothers, Senior Sisters, you..."

Sect Leader Zhenxuan waved his hand and said with a heavy face: "The Tianyuan Bell rang on its own, and five energies gathered on the top of the Divine Hall. The spirit of an ancestor from the early period of the sect's founding has awakened!"

"This..." The bearded Elder and the group were surprised.

"What step has it reached?" Daoist Kuqing asked.

The bearded man was a bit embarrassed and cupped his hands: "Reporting to Senior Brother, it has reached... the ancestor is chatting with Heng Xian about beautiful women!"

"Uh..." The expressions on the faces of the most powerful people in the sect were incredibly wonderful.

The bearded man added: "This ancestor just asked if Fei Wugou is still around?"

"Fei Wugou?" Zhenxuan and Kuqing looked at each other. Among the past ancestors and experts, there didn't seem to be such a person.

The bearded Elder whispered again: "It seems to be the ancestor's beloved woman!"

Sect Leader Zhenxuan frowned: "If we haven't even figured out the ancestor's identity, how can we know who Fei Wugou is?"

He glanced up: "Let Heng Xian ask!"

Heng Xian was actually watching here and heard clearly, so he couldn't help but look back and ask: "Maybe it's been a long time, and not many people know this name. May I ask... the ancestor's name!"

The voice muttered: "A long time... sigh! Time flies, it doesn't spare anyone! I'm afraid not many people know me anymore. I don't change my name when I walk or sit, Chen... forget it, you don't know my real name either. Outsiders call me Tianyuan Ancestor. This Tianyuan Sect was founded by me and a few disciples!"

The words were full of rogue spirit and emotion.

(End of chapter)