Shenwu Battle Spirit

Chapter 419 Zhang Wanzhong's Pride!

Hearing the roaring wailing, Zhang Deyi showed a smug look on his face. In his opinion, almost all the people in Wanjianmen supported him. Under pressure, Zhang Wanzhong would definitely change his mind.

After all, Zhang Wanzhong had to consider that if Zhang Deshuai became the head of the sect and everyone refused to accept it, the consequences would be very serious, and even cause the entire Wanjian sect to split.

Zhang Deshuai seemed much calmer, he had long expected that everyone would oppose him being the head of the sect.

However, he was a little surprised by Zhang Wanzhong's decision.

Originally, Zhang Deshuai thought that Zhang Wanzhong would choose Zhang Deyi when selecting a foreign sect master.

After all, Zhang Deyi has the support of everyone in the entire sect, as well as Sword Soul, so it is a happy thing for him to be the master of the sect.

As for Zhang Deshuai himself, no one supports him, not even a sword soul, so it is impossible to sit on the throne of the future sect master.

However, what Zhang Deshuai never expected was that Zhang Wanzhong actually made a decision to continue his position as young master and let himself sit on the throne of sect master.

This decision greatly exceeded Zhang Deshuai's expectations.

"Shut up!"

At this time, Zhang Wanzhong's majestic and vigorous male voice tinged with a hint of anger resounded in the entire hall again.

After all, Zhang Wanzhong is the sect master, and no one can ignore his deterrent power.

So, under Zhang Wanzhong's angry voice, the hall fell into a deathly silence.

Zhang Wanzhong's complexion did not change at all, as if all of this was within his expectations.

However, his decision has already been made, and no one or anything can change his decision!
"I am the sect master of Wanjian sect. If I announce the next sect master, I shouldn't have to listen to your opinions and be influenced by you, right?" Zhang Wanzhong asked in a deep voice, his tone mixed with displeasure. into everyone's ears.

Anyone who heard Zhang Wanzhong's words trembled and did not dare to say another word.

Because, from these words, they heard Zhang Wanzhong's determination.

They believe that if they say one more word, it may lead to death!
"I've finished announcing the new sect master. Now everyone is stepping down, and Zhang Deshuai will stay." Zhang Wanzhong said in a deep voice, with some impatience in his tone.

Everyone didn't dare to hesitate, and hurriedly resigned. As for Zhang Deyi, he exited the hall while cursing.

However, even so, the angry discussions outside the hall can still be heard inside the hall.

"You say, why did the sect master choose Zhang Deshuai? I don't agree with Zhang Deshuai anyway!"

"I'm not convinced either!"

"Zhang Deshuai, he doesn't have a sword soul, why should he be the sect master!"

"Hmph! The sect master is so foolish!"

"Looking back, as long as Zhang Deshuai takes office as the head of the sect, we will unite together and blow him down!"

"Okay! Anyway, this kid's cultivation base is still low, so there's nothing to worry about!"

"..."

Zhang Deshuai's complexion was complicated, and he lowered his head in shame as he heard the voices fading away from outside the hall.

Zhang Wanzhong also naturally listened to all kinds of words, but he was not angry, but said slowly: "Do you think it is difficult to sit on the position of sect master?"

"Difficult!" Zhang Deshuai wryly smiled without hesitation. It is simply a fantasy for him to become the sect master.

"Difficulty is right. Difficulty can make you grow, and only then can you understand the preciousness of hard-won." Zhang Wanzhong grinned and said slowly.

Looking at his father's long-lost smile, Zhang Deshuai's heart warmed. He knew that his father sent him to the First Heaven since childhood, and all of this was trying his best to grow himself up quickly.

At that time, after Zhang Deshuai was arrested by the Taoist master and entered the Daomen, he saw with his own eyes that the entire Wanjianmen was ready to go, and Zhang Wanzhong led tens of thousands of people approaching the Daomen, which seemed to be about to start a big war.

It should be known that Wanjianmen and Daomen are both great sects. If a war is launched, the entire Erzhongtian will be in turmoil. It is conceivable how important Zhang Deshuai is to Zhang Wanzhong.

In the end, it was the Taoist master who took the initiative to release Zhang Deshuai and apologized before giving up.

Therefore, Zhang Deshuai knew clearly that Zhang Wanzhong loved him.

But he couldn't wait to ask: "Father, why did you choose me? No one supports me, no one helps me, I don't have a sword soul yet, even if I become the sect master, I can't be a sect master respected by everyone. "

"You don't have anyone to support and help you? How do I remember that you seem to have a group of brothers in the First Heaven?" Zhang Wanzhong asked interestingly.

Zhang Deshuai was taken aback when he heard the words, and then he said with a dry smile: "Hehe, we got separated after we arrived at Erchongtian. It would be great if they were here..."

"Lin Hao, isn't it by your side?" Zhang Wanzhong smiled, his eyes were particularly shrewd.

The corner of Zhang Deshuai's mouth twitched suddenly, and he exclaimed, "How do you know?!"

At this moment, Zhang Deshuai could clearly feel his heart beating violently.

He would never have thought that his father would know of Lin Hao's arrival.

"If I didn't know, wouldn't I be the head of the sect for nothing?" Zhang Wanzhong said with a half-smile, "However, I don't have the slightest malice towards him, and I even admire him very much for daring to enter the Wanjian Sect. "

"Eh..." Zhang Deshuai rolled his eyes, hurriedly changed the subject, and continued to ask: "But I don't have a sword soul, how can I be the sect master?"

"Sect Master, you must have a sword soul?" Zhang Wanzhong asked back: "To manage a sect requires courage, courage, and strength and experience beyond ordinary people! You have all these, why can't you manage the sect?"

"But, my martial spirit..." Zhang Deshuai hesitated, with a little inferiority in his tone.

Since birth, Zhang Deshuai has been stared at by countless people.

After all, all the masters and young masters of Wanjianmen have sword souls, and only Zhang Deshuai is a different kind, so they are always rejected and despised.

Therefore, this prompted Zhang Deshuai to have a strong sense of inferiority deep in his heart.

He hated it very much, hated himself for not being up to date, not having the same sword soul as everyone else!

Seeing Zhang Deshuai's inferiority complex, Zhang Wanzhong frowned, came to Zhang Deshuai, clapped his big hand on his shoulder, and said solemnly: "I'm very proud, you have the Azure Dragon Bow spirit!"

Zhang Deshuai trembled, his eyes were full of puzzlement, and he said, "Proud, why? I'm a different kind!"

"How could the son born to me and your mother be a different species!" Zhang Wanzhong said firmly, "Do you know what kind of spirit your mother is?"

"What? Could it be..." Zhang Deshuai's eyes lit up, and his heart suddenly filled with anticipation.

"That's right, she is the Azure Dragon Bow spirit!" Zhang Wanzhong's mouth curved slightly, and he smiled reminiscently: "That day, when I saw you using the Azure Dragon Bow in the martial arts field, it was like seeing your mother in those days, so I am proud of you!"

"Mother! Azure Dragon Bow Martial Soul!" Zhang Deshuai muttered to himself, his fists gradually clenched, and his heart became even more excited.

With just a few words, the inferiority complex in his heart completely disappeared.

On the contrary, he suddenly felt a warm feeling, looking at the Azure Dragon Bow Martial Soul in his soul sea, it was as if his mother had never left, and she just used another way to stay by his side from beginning to end.

"Take good care of entering the secret realm of Wanjianmen this time, maybe you will see her again." Zhang Wanzhong instructed, then sighed, and walked slowly towards the back of the main hall.

Looking at the back of Zhang Wanzhong, Zhang Deshuai suddenly felt that his majestic and domineering father, who originally supported a sect, had aged a lot and looked particularly vicissitudes.

Now, he finally knew why his father would smile knowingly every time he used his martial soul.

Because my father has always had someone in his heart that he never forgets all these years.

"Father, don't worry! If I see my mother, I will tell her that you miss her very much. When you leave the customs, I will tell you what she looks like and what she said! So, you have to go out alive !" Zhang Deshuai roared heart-piercingly, his eyes gradually dimmed.

Zhang Wanzhong, who was leaving, trembled suddenly, and a drop of crystal tears ran across his cheeks, and he said vicissitudes of life: "Don't worry, I will make it out alive. When the time comes, don't forget to tell me carefully about your mother's every move." , if there is one thing missing, we will take care of you!" With that, Zhang Wanzhong's figure disappeared into the darkness.

(End of this chapter)