Martial Arts: I am in the Ming Cult and I am building a dynasty

Although he could now fight against a grandmaster with his physical body alone, he had to be on guard against the power that Yang Guang could mobilize after he secured his position in the court.

The Mingjiao has been passed down for more than 1200 years.

Although it has experienced several splits and collapses, it still has some foundation.

It is enough to stop those heavenly beings under Yang Guang.

Chapter 4: Ming Cult Gathers in the Holy Fire Hall

Guangmingding, Qiankun Hall.

Twelve white marble pillars, like towering warriors, support the sky-blue dome of the hall.

The entire dome is covered with lapis lazuli.

This lapis lazuli is extremely magical. It can condense the power of the stars in the sky and form a bright space with a galaxy in the darkness.

Therefore, no matter what time it is, the entire Qiankun Hall is extremely clear and bright.

While in the hall, you can use the star power condensed from the azure dome to cleanse your body and develop your potential.

Among the five main halls of Guangmingding.

Since ancient times, Qiankun Hall has been the place where the practice of Qiankun Great Shift is passed down.

When Yang Dingtian accepted Yang Zhao as his disciple and appointed him as the young master, he awarded the Qiankun Palace to Yang Zhao as his residence.

In the Qiankun Hall at this moment.

Yang Zhao was wearing a white brocade robe inlaid with golden auspicious clouds and sitting on the ground.

Behind Yang Zhao, a pretty maid with a somewhat innocent look was obediently taking care of Yang Zhao's cascading black hair.

From time to time, the pretty maidservant took a sneak peek through the bronze mirror opposite.

Yang Zhao chuckled and said, "Qingyang, you've been watching for so many years, haven't you seen enough?"

Hu Qingyang blushed and said coquettishly, "Sir..."

Seeing Hu Qingyang's shy look, Yang Zhao stopped teasing her.

Wait until the jade crown is tied up, the hair is tied up, and the clothes are neatly arranged.

Yang Zhao just stood up, swung his sleeves, and said, "Qingyang, let's go, let's go and meet the two emissaries and the four Dharma Kings who have been waiting for a long time."

Hu Qingyang's pretty face turned cold, and she said, "What a bunch of crap, two eunuchs and four idiots, oh, sir, wait for me..."

In the Ming Cult, Yang Dingtian has been in seclusion for many years.

The people in the Ming Cult are used to being lax, and many of them have developed messy thoughts and complicated relationships.

Ambitious people like Yang Xiao and Yin Tianzheng.

There is Delis who is a professional traitor.

There was a half-crippled scoundrel named Wei Yixiao.

There is Xie Xun who is as stupid as a pig and Fan Yao who is a bootlicker.

At this moment, everyone had already been waiting in the Holy Fire Temple, gathered in groups of three or five, as if waiting for something.

as predicted.

The moment Yang Zhao stepped into the Holy Fire Hall, the entire hall fell completely silent.

The two envoys on the left and right and the four Dharma Kings who were the leaders of the crowd all had different thoughts and looked at Yang Zhao in different ways.

Ever since the news came three days ago that Yang Guang killed his brother and father.

Yang Zhao had already expected such a situation.

Seeing everyone at this moment, Yang Zhao did not show the slightest sign of confusion. With a sense of majesty, he took three or two steps like wind through the clouds, swept through the hall, and came to the chief seat below the throne of the leader of the Holy Fire Hall.

Yang Dingtian has not arrived yet.

Everyone had different thoughts and no one knew what they were thinking.

Yang Zhao ignored everyone and closed his eyes, pretending to rest, feeling every subtle change that the solar breathing method brought to him.

The Solar Breathing Method is an unlimited method for assisting in refining the body, and it is full of mysteries.

Almost every moment, Yang Zhao could find some new effects and uses in the rhythmic rules of this breathing method.

And Yang Zhao had a premonition.

In the future, after practicing the solar breathing method to a certain level, it will definitely bring me a big surprise.

Just as Yang Zhao was carefully exploring the secret of the solar breathing method.

Not long after.

A powerful and domineering aura appeared in the Holy Fire Hall. People didn't even notice that a tall middle-aged man in a green shirt and white background had appeared on the throne of the leader.

The person who came was Yang Dingtian, the ultimate grandmaster.

He had a tall and majestic figure and a magnificent appearance, and every inch of his flesh and blood seemed to carry infinite potential, like a super volcano that could erupt with terrifying power at any time.

When Yang Dingtian arrived, everyone's attention was involuntarily attracted.

Even Yang Zhao couldn't help but look at her again and again.

In fact, Yang Zhao felt very emotional about his cheap master.

In a sense, Yang Dingtian himself is extremely charismatic, ambitious, and qualified. With his own efforts, he revived the Ming Cult, which was almost on the verge of extinction, decades ago.

During the time when he focused on religious affairs, the Ming Cult developed rapidly and prospered.

Over decades.

Yang Dingtian turned the tide and brought out huge forces such as the Two Left and Right Envoys, the Four Dharma Kings, the Five Scattered People, the Five Elements Flags, and the Four Gates of Wind and Thunder.

He drove out the barbarians and stopped the Persian invasion, and accomplished a great deal.

There may be flaws in minor details, but the major principles are intact.

It can be said that Yang Dingtian is fully worthy of these eight words.

Unfortunately, after his cultivation reached the peak of the Grandmaster level, he almost fell into the devil's barrier in his attempt to break through to the realm of heaven and man.

For eighteen years, Yang Dingtian was either in seclusion or on his way to seclusion.

The once prosperous Ming Cult also began to show signs of disintegration.

Yang Zhao didn't know how to judge this.

Just as the thought flashed through Yang Zhao's mind, Yang Dingtian had already swept his divine eyes over everyone present.

Finally, Yang Dingtian's gaze fell on Yang Zhao and condensed slightly.

Then, Yang Dingtian said with satisfaction: "You have a solid foundation, powerful energy, and amazing strength. Very good, Zhao'er, you have done a great job. You can take on the important responsibility for your teacher."

The Grand Master was a Grand Master after all, and he saw through most of Yang Zhao’s secrets at a glance.

Yang Zhao said modestly: "Thank you for the compliment, Master. I will definitely live up to your expectations!"

Yang Zhao had long expected Yang Dingtian's praise.

Although the news that Yang Guang killed his brother and father would have a certain impact on Yang Zhao's status and position, Yang Zhao has been sitting firmly on the position of the young leader of the Ming Cult for eighteen years.

If an imperial edict from Yang Guang came, Yang Dingtian would completely submit.

From now on, the reputation of the entire Ming Cult will fall under the feet of the people of the world.

And Yang Zhao was also competitive enough to break through at this critical juncture.

An 18-year-old Xiantian who is also a top-level Xiantian strongman who has cultivated the three aspects of spirit, energy and spirit is enough to shut up everyone present.

Chapter 5: Fan Yao's Dismissal

Inside the Holy Fire Hall, Yang Dingtian and Yang Zhao, an old man and a young boy, were talking to each other fluently. The master was kind and the student was filial, and they were in great joy.

This scene made everyone present feel dizzy.

"what's the situation?"

"Isn't today's meeting to remove the young leader?"

"The leader's attitude is a little strange!"

"..."

As Yang Dingtian and Yang Zhao spoke, everyone had different thoughts and showed different expressions.

Yang Dingtian glanced at everyone and said, "Everyone, today I have gathered all of you brothers to discuss one thing. Now my disciple Yang Zhaoye has reached adulthood and has achieved success in cultivation."

"As the young leader of the Ming Cult, I think it's time to add more responsibilities to him."

"What do you think, brothers?"

Yang Dingtian has a kind face and seems friendly, but in fact he has an unquestionable domineering aura.

In an instant, everyone in the hall looked towards Yang Zhao.

Yang Zhao stood still, his whole body full of internal energy. The yin and yang energies condensed into an invisible aura. Without making a sound, he blocked everyone's prying eyes from three feet away.

Monk Peng shouted on the spot: "I agree!"

The Taoist priest Tieguan stroked his long beard and said with a smile: "Young Master has a heavenly appearance, this is a great deed!"

The cold-faced gentleman said solemnly, "That's right!"

Zhou Dian said in a heroic and generous manner, "The leader is wise. With the young master as the steward, our Ming Cult will flourish!"

Budai Monk laughed loudly and said, "Master is wise. I, a monk, have been waiting for this day for a long time. Hahahaha..."

The Five Scattered People hold high positions in the Ming Cult, some are Taoists, some are Buddhists, and some are Confucianists.

It can be regarded as the Imperial Observatory and political and religious guidance within the Ming Cult.

In the Ming Cult, Yang Zhao had been extremely close to the Five Scattered People since he was young. Even his many miscellaneous arts and secret skills were the life's achievements of the Five Scattered People.

At this moment, no one was surprised that the Five Wanderers spoke for Yang Zhao.

It’s just that people like Yang Xiao, Fan Yao, and Yin Tianzheng didn’t look very good.

Both Yang Xiao and Yin Tianzheng are ambitious and covet the position of leader.

Fan Yao is a pure bootlicker, and he bears a grudge against Yang Zhao because Delis has talked to him many times.

Fan Yao didn't know that Delis was not only coveting Yang Zhao's Son of God, but also the Great Shift of Universe.

as predicted.

When no one objected, Fan Yao was the first to jump out.

Fan Yao looked angry and said, "Master, this is inappropriate. The brothers down the mountain have sent news that there was a mutiny in the imperial family of the Great Sui Dynasty. Yang Guang killed his brother and father and has already taken the throne. This move may arouse the hatred of the Great Sui Dynasty and bring disaster to our Ming Cult..."

Fan Yao acted pretentiously, looking loyal and speaking righteously.

However, Yang Zhao tapped his fingers lightly, with a scornful smile in his eyes.

This guy shouldn't be so stupid. Is his brain really filled with rice milk?

It's so stupid.

The underworld and the imperial court have always been at odds.

According to Fan Yao, wouldn't that mean rubbing the entire Ming Cult's face under Yang Guang's feet?

Even though the Sui Dynasty was powerful, the people of the Ming Cult didn't care about their face.

"enough!"

Just when Fan Yao was feeling proud and talking freely, Yang Dingtian's face suddenly became extremely ugly. He pressed down on Fan Yao with a huge aura and shouted loudly.

Even the other members of the Ming Cult looked at Fan Yao with great disgust.

Under the pressure of Yang Dingtian's momentum, Fan Yao felt as if he was hit by a heavy hammer on the chest, and he felt suffocated.

Fear drives away anger and resentment.

The rice paste in Fan Yao's brain faded away, his IQ returned to its peak, and he realized the mistakes in his words, and his face turned pale in an instant.

What the hell did you just say?