With such profound and brilliant martial arts, even Yang Xiao, who had always been the most conceited, as well as Eagle King and Lion King, who had the strongest martial arts, had no choice but to admit defeat.
Everyone in the cult could not help but look at each other for a moment, as if they were communicating something with their eyes. Then, they bowed in unison and bowed to Zhao Chen willingly."Greetings, Deacon Zhao!"
This time, his tone was much more sincere and respectful than before.
Zhao Chen smiled slightly, but he sighed in his heart."As expected, as expected. As long as you're in the martial arts world, even in the Xianxia or fantasy realms, strength is respected no matter where you are. It seems that becoming the Ming Cult's cult master isn't a problem at all.”
After Zhao Chen cupped his hands in return, a commotion suddenly came from outside the hall. Then, a disciple hurriedly ran in. Judging from his clothes, he should be a disciple under the Sharp Gold banner.
The disciple knelt on one knee and reported loudly,"Reporting to Cult Master, the messenger of the Persian Cult has arrived. He is now heading to the meeting hall and will arrive in a moment!”
Yang Dingtian nodded his head and made the arrangements in a familiar manner,""Good! Wait outside the door. When the messenger of the main cult arrives, you only need to shout loudly to let them in.”
After about a quarter of an hour, a loud shout came from outside the door." The Persian envoy has arrived!”Judging from the voice, it was the disciple from the Sharp Gold Banner.
Three Persian Hu men walked in. They had high noses, deep eyes, and golden hair.
The three Persian Hu were stunned to see so many people in the hall looking at him.
Moreover, all the people present in the hall were well-known experts in the martial arts world. Under the gathering of dozens of sharp gazes and auras, the three of them could not help but shiver.
However, after seeing Yang Dingtian, he suddenly realized that this was a branch of the Ming Cult of the Central Plains. Hence, his panicked state of mind gradually calmed down.
After stopping, the leader of the three stepped forward and cupped his hands at Yang Dingtian, imitating the etiquette of the Han people."The three of us are here by the order of the Master of the Persia Sect, and with the Master's handwritten letter, we are here to pay our respects to Master Yang of the Ming Cult of the Central Plains!”
The Hu who seemed to be the leader used his broken Chinese to gesture for a long time. Then, he took out a letter from his bosom and indicated for Yang Dingtian to open it and read the contents.
When Yang Xiao presented the envelope to him, Yang Dingtian opened it and read it carefully.
The letter said that there was a messenger of Jingshan in the Persia Sect who was originally from the Central Plains. He had lived in Persia for a long time and had made many contributions after entering the Ming Cult. He married a Persian woman and had a daughter.
Unexpectedly, this Messenger Jingshan had passed away a year ago. Before he died, he had his homeland in his heart and had ordered his daughter to return to the Central Plains.
The Hierarch of the Persia Sect respected his wishes and sent people to send his daughter to the Bright Summit of the Ming Cult of the Central Plains, hoping that the Ming Cult of the Central Plains would take good care of her.
After Yang Dingtian finished reading the letter, he naturally agreed and ordered someone to invite the lady in.
Not long after, a beautiful figure walked into the hall. The moment the young girl entered the hall, the entire hall lit up.
Her footsteps were light, her posture was graceful, her eyes were moving, and her fragrance was assaulting everyone. Her face was bright and beautiful.
When he wanted to take a closer look at her appearance, he discovered an extremely eyesore silk veil that completely covered the girl's face. There was no longer the feeling of Rong Guang shining on him. It was clearly an illusion.
Although she was covered with a veil, everyone could still see that she was a young girl of eighteen or nineteen years old. She was tall, graceful, and had a soft body. Her skin was as white as snow.
She was wearing a long purple dress and was walking over leisurely.
When the purple-robed woman bowed down to Sect Master Yang, the Left and Right Light Emissaries, the three Shakyamuni, the Five Rogues, and the Banner Emissaries of the Five Elements in the hall were all stunned. Even Zhao Chen couldn't help but feel a little stunned.
A pair of beautiful eyes that were as bright as autumn water looked around, mesmerizing all living beings.
It was a pity that the veil on her face was really detestable. It blocked most of her beautiful and beautiful face. It made people unable to resist the urge to take off the veil on her face and see the peerless beauty hidden behind the veil.
Zhao Chen could vaguely see a trace of his elder sister Zhao Feixue in Taitish's younger self, but it was only a trace.
That was because Taitish naturally exuded a noble and inviolable aura in front of outsiders. She was exactly the same as her elder sister, Zhao Feixue. However, the difference between the two in terms of appearance, figure, and other comprehensive aspects was very obvious.
At the very least, Taitish was not like his big sister, who could make his heart beat faster and his blood flow faster just by looking at her back, not to mention the fatal impulse he felt when he was in close contact with her…
It was also from this day on that the stunning beauty from Persia, Taitish, settled down on the Summit of Light.
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