Speaking of this, he paused for a while and raised his voice:

"Besides, Chen Xiaoyou, you may not understand how the inheritance of the Heavenly Sword Saint King is of great significance to my Wang family!"

"To bring together the inheritance of the holy kings, the Zhongxing family, is the long-cherished wish of my Wang family for 80,000 years since the ancestor Wang Jue started the foundation of Liangshan, and countless generations have worked hard for it!"

"In the face of this grand vision, all the grievances and grievances in the past can be put down."

After Chen Qingyu heard the words, he paused for a moment, and then said solemnly:

"I understand, then I am also willing to believe in the three."

When the three Wang brothers heard this, a smile appeared on their faces, and one of them asked:

"Then there is one last condition?"

Chen Qingyu smiled and said leisurely:

"My last condition is also the easiest."

"I hope that among the heroes of the Wang family present, Wang Pojun's brother-in-law will inherit this line of Taoism."

As soon as this statement came out:

The expressions of many Wang clan disciples changed slightly, and they subconsciously focused their attention on Wang Pojun.

"This...."

Wang Pojun was confused.

He didn't think beforehand that Chen Shaojun would suddenly make this request and let him inherit the line of the holy king.

The heat in his chest was surging, he opened his mouth, and said subconsciously:

"Brother Chen, why are you..."

"Brother Wang, you don't need to say any more."

Chen Qingyu smiled slightly and said casually:

"Among all the Wang Clan's arrogances present, only you are my friend, so I naturally have to consider you first."

To him, it doesn't matter if the Holy King passed on to anyone.

Wang Pojun and him can be considered to have had some friendship, and they also owe him life-saving grace. Judging from his appearance, he is also a man who promises his words and deeds.

That being the case, why not push the boat and pass it on to him?

If Wang Pojun becomes the Daozi of the Wang clan, his status will definitely rise, and his future will be boundless. For him, it is an early investment.

"Ok...."

The three Wang brothers pondered for a while before they said:

"Okay, we also agreed to this last condition."

When Chen Qingyu heard the words, he said with a long laugh:

"Okay! The three elders are really happy people."

"Then it's settled!"

The eldest of the three Wang brothers nodded slightly, then turned to look at Wang Pojun, and said:

"Po Jun, you go."

Looking at Wang Pojun's eyes, he softened a lot, and said in an encouraging tone:

"Since this friend of yours, named by name, wants to pass on this holy king to you, then this is your chance."

"Our commitments are still valid."

"As long as you inherit this part of the Taoist lineage of the Heavenly Sword Saint King, you are the undisputed next-generation Wang family Taoist!"

Another Wang brothers also said:

"Po Jun, we know that you have been wronged and reprimanded for many years, and in the past, there were many complaints against the clan."

"But as long as you become the Daozi of the Wang family, all these can be salvaged."

The voices of the two fell:

The eyes of many venerables suddenly converged on Wang Pojun's body, with a complicated expression.

No one expected-

In the end, the person who can inherit this part of the holy king's lineage will be him.

Especially the many children of the Liangshan Wang family, their eyes are mixed with envy and jealousy, and many people sigh silently in their hearts.

Why don't you have such a friend?

Why is it Wang Pojun, not himself, who can obtain the inheritance of the Holy King without any effort?

"..."

Wang Pojun was silent, nodded solemnly, then turned to look at Chen Qingyu, and bowed deeply:

"Thank you, Brother Chen."

"Hahaha...."

Chen Qingyu laughed loudly and said:

"No need to say thank you, I just exchanged this inheritance for what I wanted."

"Brother Wang, hurry up and come forward."

"good!"

Wang Pojun responded, his heart was surging, and he immediately stepped forward, moving closer to the inheritance of the Holy King.

However--

The inheritance of the Holy King has not been taken away, the sword formation formed by the broken sword intent is still there, and he is still difficult to move and the speed is very slow.

"Uh...."

Seeing this scene, many Venerables couldn't help but look strange.

It seems that even if the inheritance of the Holy King is placed there, no one will fight for it, and it is not easy to take.

To know--

Under the shroud of the power of this sword formation, every step forward requires a lot of hard work, and the energy and energy are severely depleted.

Not to mention, the closer this sword formation is to the inheritance of the Holy King, the more difficult it will be, and the slower the progress will be.

In case Wang Pojun, before reaching the place of inheritance, falls halfway...

"Too slow! Brother Wang, you are too slow!"

In the middle of the top of the mountain, Chen Qingyu shook his head and said dissatisfiedly:

"I've been hungry for seven or eight days, and I have to go down the mountain for dinner."

"You are so slow, can you make me wait until tomorrow?"

When Wang Pojun heard this, he couldn't help showing a hint of embarrassment, and felt quite ashamed in his heart.

Chen Shaojun had already handed over the inheritance of the Holy King to him, he just had to take it away, but it turned out to be so difficult.

At this moment:

He realized more and more how big the gap between him and Chen Shaojun was.

But the next moment:

Something that no one expected happened.

"Ta Tata..."

Chen Qingyu trotted all the way, and ran quickly in the direction of Wang Pojun.

"hiss...."

Many Venerables took a deep breath, stunned, and looked horrified.

good guy.

Everyone is in this sword formation, and it is difficult to move. People who do not understand swordsmanship, even the Supreme Venerable Tianchong Realm, are unable to move an inch.

But this young man surnamed Chen, who used to be outrageous for strolling in the courtyard, is now running?

"..."

Wang's three brothers twitched their faces and fell silent for a while.

soon:

Under the watchful eyes of many venerables, Chen Qingyu ran all the way to Wang Pojun's side, and carried him on his shoulders without saying a word.

His body trembled slightly, and soon returned to normal, his expression still relaxed.

then:

He just carried Wang Pojun and the infinite power of the holy king's sword formation, strode away towards the middle of the top of the mountain.

Chapter 180 The melee broke out, and the sudden change suddenly rose to the top of the Tianjian Mountain:

"Brother Chen, you..."

Wang Pojun, who was carried by Chen Qingyu on his shoulders, waved his hands and feet indiscriminately, trembling with fright, and his hands and feet were cold.

Is this cheating?

This must be upright cheating, right?

Is this really okay?

Would the two of them really not be slashed to death by the power left by the Heavenly Sword Saint King?

"..."

On the platform on the top of the mountain, the rest of the many venerables looked at this scene sluggishly, and their eyes were like a ghost.

Such an outrageous scene is enough to make many people unforgettable.

After half an hour:

Chen Qingyu carried Wang Pojun on his back, and once again came before the white Guanghua, and let him down.

"call...."

Wang Pojun landed his feet on the ground, stood firm, took a few deep breaths, and calmed the fear in his heart.

"Brother Chen, you are so courageous!"

There was a hint of lingering fear on his face, and he couldn't help but say something.

"What are you afraid of?"

Chen Qingyu was not afraid, and said casually:

"Anyway, if the King of Swords left behind, he didn't say that he was not allowed to take others with him, right?"

"Besides, isn't it okay now?"

Saying that, he waved his hand:

"Okay, stop talking so much."

He pointed to the inheritance Tianjing floating in the white brilliance, and smiled:

"Brother Wang, this thing is yours."

"Take it away, and you can inherit the lineage of the Heavenly Sword Saint King."

Hear his words:

Wang Pojun was shocked, took a deep breath, slowly stretched out his palm, and grabbed towards the crystal in the white light.

this moment:

The eyes of thousands of Venerables unconsciously converged on him, holding their breath subconsciously.

The Venerables of the Eighteen Alliances had ugly expressions on their faces. The number of Heavenly Chongjing Supreme Venerables were silent, and the suppressed True Astral Power was slowly surging.