That night, the Raphael family disappeared in Saint-Pope and became history. Their manor and Mr. Gary's manor were severely hit. Among them, the manor where the Raphael family was located was blown up by four nuclear warheads, and none of the people inside survived. As for Mr. Gary, they naturally could not escape the fate of death. Weng Yan killed him alone, not only directly killed Mr. Gary, but also sent all other people in the manor to hell.

After Weng Yan finished his work on Mr. Gary, he broke into the Presidential Palace by himself. He followed Liu Yansong's instructions and threatened the president and directly intimidated him.

When the Raphael family was resolved, the rest was not a problem at all. Although the military satellites of many major powers monitored the explosion of nuclear warheads on Saint-Prussia, Saint-Prussia was too small after all and could not arouse the ideas of those major powers. Moreover, Saint-Prussia has undergone coups frequently, so the major powers also think that Saint-Prussia has changed a new master, so naturally they will not care much about what is happening here.

Weng Yan returned to the island the next day. He reported on the promise of St.P. President St.Vicci's promise to be loyal to the sect, and then said in a little disappointed manner: "Sect, since we have decided to establish a sect, I think the name of this sect must be implemented as soon as possible. At that time, when St.Vicci asked what name my sect was called, I didn't know how to answer his question."

Everyone smiled casually when they heard this, and Liu Yansong nodded and said, "I told you yesterday. I don't know what you have to think. The name of the sect is related to future luck, so we must be extremely cautious on this point. Elder Weng, what do you think?"

Weng Yan didn't expect the problem to come back to him. He couldn't help but reach out and scratched his head and said, "Sect Master, you're a little embarrassed by me. When we founded the Qing Gang, we didn't think about these things at all."

Zhu Fengyi smiled when she heard this: "But the facts have proved that the three elders' eyes are very accurate. Although the name of Qing Gang is not very famous, it has been passed down for hundreds of years."

Conrad nodded and said, "I am also well-known in Qingbang. I personally think that the reason why Qingbang can last for so long is indeed closely related to luck. Elder Weng, just tell me your opinion."

When Weng Yan heard that Zhu Fengyi and Conrad both agreed with the name of the Qing Gang, although he didn't say it, he was extremely satisfied. As for Pan Qing and Qian Jian, they naturally looked smiling.

After a little pondering in my heart, Weng Yan said in a deep voice: "The place we occupy now is the sage. I personally think that the word "saint" should be included in it. After all, becoming a saint and ancestor is the wish of us cultivators. If we are lucky enough to ascend to the fairy world in the future, then we should also establish our own forces in it. At that time, we can also establish sects in the fairy world and truly carry forward our sects.

Zhu Fengyi giggled and said, "Elder Weng, the ascension is too far away. You should talk about the title of the current sect."

Weng Yan smiled awkwardly and couldn't help but stretch out his hand to scratch his head again. In fact, among Weng Yan, Qian Jian and Pan Qing, although Weng Yan is the largest and the most magical power, he cannot compare with his two junior brothers in terms of knowledge. So for a moment, he could not think of any good title in his mind. However, now he heard Zhu Fengyi say this, it is hard to refuse.

So his heart started to move quickly. Although Weng Yan was not quick-witted, he was still an old antique who had lived for hundreds of years. During this mental movement, he really thought of a good name. So he slapped his hand heavily on his thigh and smiled: "Well, do you think our sect is called Wuji Holy Sect?"

"Wuji Holy Sect?" Everyone was stunned, but they didn't expect that Weng Yan would come up with the four-character sect title. Seeing everyone's expressions, Weng Yan was a little nervous and hurriedly laughed: "Anyway, it's just a suggestion. Mine is not good, there are other people. Pan Qing, Qian Jian, tell me, what are your good opinions? Tell me directly. This is a problem that concerns the luck of the sect. You can't let me down."

When Pan Qing and Qian Jian heard their senior brother click their name, they couldn't help but look at each other. Qian Jian smiled and said, "Second brother, please tell me first."

Pan Qing nodded. Yesterday everyone proposed to create a sect, and Liu Yansong asked everyone to consider the name. Pan Qing naturally thought about this issue carefully. "What I thought about is the Holy Light Sect, which also contains the word "saint". The senior brother said one thing, becoming a saint should be the lifelong pursuit of us cultivators. Before we met the sect leader, although we had the help of the green to find resources, we had not saved it for many years. However, since we met the sect leader, I felt that there had been a great change in luck. I don't have much of the word "saint". In fact, I know everyone understands that the word "light" means "light" in it.

"What do you think of Elder Qian?" Weng Yan and Pan Qing each mentioned a name, but Liu Yansong did not comment. He looked up at Qian Jian.

"I don't think the sect must have the word "saint". Although the idea of ​​becoming a saint is correct, I think that the word "saint" is always put in front of me. This is not only a huge pressure on me, but also a disrespect for the saints. As for the name, I have thought about it for a long time, and I thought of two, one is Zhaotian Gate and the other is Zhaixing Hall."

"Zhaotianmen Star Picking Hall?" Everyone did not expect Qian Jian to be so generous, but these two names are really not something ordinary sects can bear. So although everyone was a little surprised after hearing this, they did not nod and agree.

"Zhaotian Gate and Zhaixing Hall require people with great luck to withstand it. Our sect has just been established. If we use such a name from the beginning, it may cause divine punishment at that time." After a while, Weng Yan finally spoke out, but expressed his concerns.

Liu Yansong nodded and said, "The font size of Zhaotianmen is a bit heavy, but Zhaixing Palace can be considered. We can understand that this is an ideal."

"Generally, what kind of sects are there in our Chinese sects? What kind of sect do we have to change the sect leader to the hall master in the future?" Conrad coughed and raised his own doubts.

Liu Yansong said: "The sect leader or the palace master is actually just a title. We don't have to worry too much about this. Elder Kang, do you have any good suggestions for the font size? And Elder Zhu, you can also tell me your opinion."

Conrad said: "I have seen the sword technique performed by the sect leader, which contains a faint thunderous force, so I think Yu Qian is called the Thunder Sect directly. Thunder can not only suppress all evil spirits, but also contains the laws of heaven and earth. Naturally, it is not short of luck."

Zhu Fengyi smiled and said, "Although the title of Elder Kang's Thunder Sect is grand, I think since the sect leader can refine alchemy, wouldn't it be better for our sect to call it Dan Pavilion directly?"

"Dan Pavilion, it really makes people think about the delay of your font size, Elder Zhu." Weng Yan smiled, and soon everyone also realized that Zhu Fengyi's acquisition of this font size was indeed a bit speechless.

After Weng Yan said the word delay, Zhu Fengyi already understood what Weng Yan meant. A hint of embarrassment appeared on her face and whispered: "It would be fine if you call him Danlou."

Although the title of the font was quickly modified, Zhu Fengyi was not as confident as before. She reached out to smooth out a strand of hair on her forehead, feeling that she was still taking things too much.

In front of these old antiques, she was indeed a little too tender. Zhu Fengyi thought so in her heart, and stopped making a sound and quietly waited for Liu Yansong's decision.

"Wuji Holy Sect, Holy Light Sect, Zhaotian Gate, Zhaixing Hall, Thunder Sect, and Dan Tower, everyone has a good idea, and these fonts do contain huge luck. However, I think the font size of the sect does not necessarily need to be too conspicuous. At the same time, the titles mentioned by the elders can actually be used as the font sizes of some departments of the sect. For example, Wuji, we can serve as the hall for the transmission of the sect; for example, Thunder, we can set it as the law enforcement location of the sect. As for the titles of Holy Light, Zhaotian, Zhaixing, Dan Tower, etc., we can also wait until the sect grows stronger and then continue to improve it." Seeing everyone looking at him, Liu Yansong smiled faintly.

"Sect, since this is the case, what kind of font should we choose for the sect?" Weng Yan asked, and everyone nodded.

Liu Yansong smiled and said, "Everyone says Yuhua Feixian, but I don't know if there are really immortals in this world. Since we practitioners are practicing hard for the goal of ascension, I think the name of the sect is Yuhua? Well, Yuhua Sect, Yuhua Flying Immortal Sect, everyone speaks freely, let's discuss it together.

"Yuhua Sect? The Sect of Yuhua Feixian" When Liu Yansong said this, everyone was shocked. Conrad immediately patted the armrest of the chair and shouted: "Okay, this name is good. Sect Master, I think Yuhua Sect is really good, it contains the hopes and pursuits of our cultivators. Our sect is named Yuhua, which has a very profound meaning."

“Yuhua Gate is really good”

"I agree with this name."

"I agree too"
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