Chapter 3875: New patron

Pavilion Lord?
Many people have a blank expression on their faces. Since the death of the previous pavilion owner, hasn't the Wansheng Medicine Pavilion no pavilion owner for tens of thousands of years?
Why is there another pavilion owner now?
However, after seeing the older generation of cultivators knelt down, those low-level cultivators, no matter where they dared to hesitate, also knelt on the ground.
Although they didn't know who the headed light and shadow was, everyone had already guessed something.
"Senior, you?" Xiao Fan also looked at the three lights and shadows in front of him in surprise.
After I got the All Saints Pharmacopoeia and the All Saints Inheritance that day, didn't they disappear, how could they appear in my body?
Yes, the three lights and shadows in front of me are not others, but the remnants of Yan Jiutian, Zhang Wenjin and Lu Bohou.
Yan Jiutian smiled at Xiao Fan, then looked at everyone, waved his hand and said, "Get up!"
Before the words fell, the light and shadow of Lu Bohou and Zhang Wenjin beside him suddenly flew towards their bodies.
Zhang Wenjin's deity did not refuse. After that Can Nian entered the body, his injury recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye. In just a few breaths, he reached the peak state.
Zhongpin Dharma!
Even stronger than his strength before he was sneak attacked by the Yin-Yang good fortune beast, even if he was only one step away from the high-grade Dharma Sovereign.
Although he may not be able to take this step in his life, he is absolutely confident to fight against the high-grade Dharma!
Almost at the same time, Lu Bohou, who was in a coma, also woke up, and all his injuries disappeared, and the breath he radiated was not weaker than Zhang Wenjin's.
"Why?" Yan Baxuan saw this scene, his eyes were extremely red, and his face was full of incredible color.
For a long time, he had been fighting against Zhang Wenjin and Lu Bohou, just for fear that they would seize the Wansheng Medicine Pavilion and take it for themselves.
But now, he actually saw Yan Jiutian with a ray of the two of them by his side. Doesn't this mean that Yan Jiutian believes in the two of them, far better than himself?
Thinking of this, Yan Baxuan's heart was filled with unrest.
The older generation of cultivators in the Wansheng Medicine Pavilion were also puzzled. Yan Baxuan was Yan Jiutian's elder brother. Why would Yan Jiutian trust Zhang Wenjin and the others more?
Yan Jiutian glanced at Yan Baxuan faintly, and said, "The Wansheng Medicine Pavilion is the Wansheng Medicine Pavilion of the Primordial God Realm, not my Yan's Wansheng Medicine Pavilion."
The words are very simple, and there is no too much explanation, but it is enough to answer Yan Baxuan's doubts.
Yan Baxuan's face was so ugly, he still couldn't accept the result, and pointed at Xiao Fan and shouted, "That is to say, you also found him? Would you rather give the Wansheng Medicine Pavilion to someone of unknown origin?"
"The original me, for the Ten Thousand Saint Medicine Pavilion, was of unknown origin." Yan Jiutian said lightly, with a very plain tone.
The people of the Wansheng Medicine Pavilion were never selected from within the Wansheng Medicine Pavilion. He Yan Jiutian would not break this rule.
Because only in this way, can the Wansheng Medicine Pavilion maintain fresh blood and become stronger and stronger.
"Haha, I think I, Yan Baxuan, stayed for the Ten Thousand Saint Medicine Pavilion for 90,000 years, but didn't know anything in the end." Yan Baxuan grinned.
He was unwilling, even more unhappy.
Unwillingly, the Wansheng Medicine Pavilion inheritance was about to fall into the hands of the Yan family, but Xiao Fan appeared at this time.
What was uncomfortable was that his own younger brother, the master of the previous generation of Wansheng Medicine Pavilion, had personally ruined this plan that was about to succeed.
Suddenly, he shot Xiao Fan with a palm.
"Presumptuous!" However, at this moment, Zhang Wenjin was already sober, appeared in front of Xiao Fan, and greeted him with the same palm.
puff!
A blood sword ejected from Yan Baxuan's mouth, and the whole person flew out like a cannonball.
With the same cultivation base, he was injured, where is Zhang Wenjin's opponent in his heyday?
"I'm not reconciled!" Yan Baxuan who flew out, yelled to the sky: "Yan Jiutian, you would rather let others get it than let my Yan family inherit it! You are in vain!"
However, Yan Jiutian was not moved at all. Instead, he looked at the people of the Yan family not far away and said, "You wait, do you think like Yan Baxuan?"
Everyone in the Yan family remained silent. Since Yan Jiutian's death, Yan Baxuan has been their ancestor. Generally, Yan Baxuan said what he said and dared to refute it.
But now, they saw Yan Jiutian, the legendary master of the Yan family, the previous generation of the pavilion master of the Wansheng Medicine Pavilion, which made their fear of Yan Baxuan a little bit relaxed.
"I don't think so." Suddenly, a disharmonious voice rang out to the Yan family.
"Elegy of Yan?" Many people were surprised when they saw the speaker.
You know, this is Yan Baxuan's most optimistic son of the Yan family. He would actually oppose Yan Baxuan's ideas. Isn't he standing on the opposite side of Yan Baxuan?
"Why?" Yan Jiutian said calmly.
"The ancestor is just the previous generation of the pavilion master of the Wansheng Medicine Pavilion. There were many generations of pavilion owners before. If these people had the same ideas as the Eight Profound Ancestors, the Wansheng Medicine Pavilion would have been lonely.
Yan's tragic song plucked up the courage, and said: "Moreover, if it weren't for the Wansheng Medicine Pavilion, there would be no Yan family. The Yan family should know the grace and be grateful for the Wansheng Medicine Pavilion instead of taking the Wansheng Medicine Pavilion as their own."
Hearing this, Yan Jiutian nodded in satisfaction, and looked at the others: "What about you?"
"Follow the religious teachings of our ancestors!" They all worshiped wherever they dared to refute.
"You bastards, traitors!" Above the sky, Yan Baxuan roared and roared angrily, "Elegant Yan, you white-eyed wolf, I will kill you!"
However, he was afraid of the strength of Zhang Wenjin and Lu Bohou, where he dared to rush.
Yan Jiutian didn't care about Yan Baxuan's words, but looked at everyone in the Yan family and said: "Since you still recognize me as the ancestor, then I will declare two ancestral precepts as the ancestor of the Yan family."
"Yes." Everyone bowed again.
"First, the Yan family will remain loyal to the Ten Thousand Saint Medicine Pavilion forever and must not rebel." Yan Jiutian said solemnly, "Second, from now on, by the way, child, what is your name?"
"Ancestor, my name is Yan Elegy!" Yan Elegy said with a dazed expression.
"Second, from now on," Yan Jiutian nodded, and said, "Yan Elegy is the next generation of the Yan family. No one can violate it."
"Yes!" Everyone in the Yan family nodded respectfully. Many people looked at Yan Elegy with envy. They had known that they should have stood up just now.
"Now, the pavilion master, as the pavilion master of the Ten Thousand Saints Pavilion, announces the last order of the pavilion master." Before everyone recovered from the shock, Yan Jiutian suddenly heard of the Ten Thousand Saints City. Everyone looked blank, not knowing what Yan Jiutian meant. After hearing him pause for a few breaths, they suddenly looked at Xiao Fan and said, "From now on, Xiao Fan is the 19th generation pavilion owner of the Wansheng Medicine Pavilion!"