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"Ziyang True Scripture, can I still admit my mistake?!" Fan Qingyun snorted, a look of unbelievable admiration on his face.

He shook his head and sighed, "His internal strength is profound, far greater than mine, and I don't know how his Purple Yang True Scripture is practiced!"

Chen Chengxiang sneered: "Our Ziyang True Scripture is the authentic mental method of Xuanmen, which is peaceful and upright, step by step, there is no quick way, he is young, where can his skills be deep?!"

Fan Qingyun's face turned red suddenly, and he glared at Chen Chengxiang angrily: "Fifth Senior Brother, are you saying that I'm talking nonsense and making excuses for my defeat, yes or no?!"

Chen Chengxiang turned his head and looked at the roof, pretending not to hear him.

Fan Qingyun glared at him angrily, his eyes didn't blink, seeing that he didn't look at himself, he didn't press anymore, he only snorted and turned his head.

He turned to Li Mingyang and sighed: "Third Senior Brother, Senior Brother Xiao has deep internal strength and profound swordsmanship, if you want to defeat him, I'm afraid it will not be easy!"

Li Mingyang nodded, he did not doubt the words of the sixth junior brother, the sixth junior brother was stubborn, arrogant, and disdained to lie.

"Second Senior Brother, what do you think?" Li Mingyang turned to Tang Zhengfeng.

Tang Zhengfeng's jade-like face was gloomy, silent, looked up at the outside of the hall, suddenly stood up, and walked to the door of the hall.

He paced up and down the hall, back and forth, looking down from time to time.

Standing at the door of the hall and looking down, the entire valley is in your eyes, like a picture scroll, looking at it at a glance, condescendingly, overlooking the disciples of the Ziyang Sword Sect.

After walking back and forth for more than a dozen times, he stopped, stood motionless, quietly looking at everything in the valley and the disciples on the martial arts training ground.

"Second Senior Brother......" The three of them came over, stood beside him, and looked down together.

For a while, everyone looked at the whole valley silently and attentively, and suddenly, they realized that they had not calmed down for a long time and watched the tranquility and beauty of the valley...... Tang Zhengfeng slowly turned his head, looked at Li Mingyang, and said solemnly: "Third junior brother, I think, the position of the head of the family is still to be fought for!"

"Competition?" Li Mingyang frowned.

Among the four, he is the elder of the sword, the strongest in martial arts, if it is a competition, the most certain, the second senior brother's move is to give up the position of the head of the house.

But according to his own thoughts, the second senior brother would never be so kind and easily give up his seat.

"Our Ziyang Sword Sect is now facing life and death, and the new head of the sect needs to be strong in martial arts in order to lead the disciples and resist foreign enemies!" Tang Zhengfeng said angrily.

"Okay!" Chen Chengxiang shouted, nodding vigorously: "Second Senior Brother said well, at this opportunity, martial arts are the most important thing, in order to resist the Iron Sword Gate!"

Li Mingyang sighed, glanced at Fan Qingyun, and nodded slowly.

Saying this is tantamount to giving up the position of head to Xiao Yuesheng, and when it comes to martial arts, this junior brother Xiao is afraid to be the first.

The four elders have the strongest martial arts, but the sixth junior brother Fan Qingyun is not a mediocre hand, and the difference between him and the fifth junior brother is indistinguishable.

If you let go, within a hundred moves, it will be difficult for you to defeat the sixth junior brother, but he will lose in one move, it can be seen that junior brother Xiao is a wizard of martial arts!

Fighting back and forth, no one can be the leader, he shook his head and smiled bitterly.

Tang Zhengfeng sighed and said, "If Senior Brother Xiao defeats everyone and becomes the leader, he needs our good assistance." ”

Li Mingyang's eyes lit up, and he nodded with a smile: "Second Senior Brother is right, we have to assist the new head well!"

Xiao Yuesheng sat on his knees all the time, standing still on the couch, as if he ignored everything and let it go.

But his mind was bright, and the entire Ziyang Sword Sect was presented in his mind, and it was extremely clear, like a picture scene by scene.

In his mind, the scene in the hall was so clear that even the sound was clear to his ears, and he was strong enough to hear them.

Although it was only a few words, he vaguely guessed the thoughts of the four people.

The position of the head of the house, after all, is high and powerful, and he can control the life and death of hundreds of people, how can he not want to hold it in his hands?

But the four of them were divided into two factions, containing each other, each side wanted to win the position, but they were not sure of victory, and under compromise, they cheapened themselves as an outsider.

Of course, Zhang Yiming's prestige also played a vital role, if not, he would not be convinced.

He shook his head and smiled, a little boss, as if he was some kind of incense, he was really not rare, but he promised Zhang Yiming, he had to do it, otherwise his heart was not strong, and his legacy was endless, but he lost a lot because of a small loss.

"Uncle Xiao, the meal is here!" A voice came from outside the door, but it was Li Fengming.

Xiao Yuesheng opened his eyes and said, "Come in." ”

The courtyard door was pushed open, Li Fengming walked in, carried a wooden box, entered the room, put it on the table, and said respectfully: "Uncle Xiao, it's time for dinner." ”

Xiao Yuesheng looked up, the sky was already dark, the sun was about to go down, and the whole sky turned fiery red.

He nodded and said, "Well, just put it there." ”

"Yes. Li Fengming responded, put down the wooden box, and quietly retreated.

Before leaving, he glanced at Xiao Yuesheng, and hurriedly moved away, really curious about this Uncle Xiao.

Xiao Yuesheng opened the wooden box, there were two dishes inside, one meat and one vegetable, it looked very ordinary, and he couldn't help frowning.

Such a meal was really difficult for him to swallow, so he closed the wooden box, returned to the couch, and continued to sit on his knees, pranayama and practice qi.

He sat on the couch, motionless, occasionally eating some dry food, or drinking some water, but the food in the Ziyang pie did not move.

It's not that he doesn't trust him, but now he is invincible to all kinds of poisons, and he is not afraid of them poisoning, which is really difficult to swallow.

He secretly thought that before coming to the Ziyang Sect, he had sent someone to send a letter to Chunhua, so that she could stay in Tianchi with peace of mind, she had something to do, and she needed to delay for a while.

Knowing this, it is better to let Chunhua come over and serve his own life, these people from the Ziyang faction are rude, and it is really not possible.

On the third day, the head of the Ziyang Sword Sect held a meeting.

Feng He said that Li, the Heavenly Father was beautiful, and the disciples of the Ziyang Sword Sect finished their meals early, gathered in the martial arts training ground, and stood under the martial arts platform of the Central School, waiting for the four elders and the five hall masters to come out.

On the school martial arts platform, it was empty, more than a dozen Taishi chairs were set up in a circle, and there were no people sitting on the chairs.

The sun became more and more enthusiastic, the sun was bright, shining on the body, at first it was warm, and then the sun became stronger and stronger, shining on the body and making it hot and drowsy.

In the crowd, the two people Xiao Yuesheng met when he went up the mountain got together and talked in a low voice.

Zhao Yuanji, who was a little shorter, sighed and said, "Senior Brother Song, it's really more popular than people, compared to Uncle Xiao, we are about the same age, but our identities are far apart!"

Song Shanyue's bearing was calm, and his eyes looked at the stage: "Uncle Xiao's martial arts are skillful." ”

Zhao Yuanji stretched his waist: "Well, he is a senior uncle, so he is naturally stronger than us, but I think it is not much stronger!"

"He's here to compete for the head, and I don't know if he can get his wish. Song Shanyue said calmly.

There were also people standing around them, and when they heard them talking, five or six people came together.

A young man with a pimple on his face asked, "Old Song, what did you say? Who will take the helm?"

Zhao Yuanji hurriedly said: "Hey, you don't know this?!...... Uncle Xiao!"

"Is it Master Zhang's junior brother?" asked the young man with pimples on his face in surprise.

Zhao Yuanji nodded heavily: "Exactly!"

"It's him......" The pimple young man nodded abruptly and said with a smile: "This Uncle Xiao is very mysterious, since he came, he has never shown up, and he doesn't even know what he looks like, have you seen it?"

Zhao Yuanji hurriedly said: "On the way up the mountain, I met together!"

"What does Uncle Xiao look like, is he wise and handsome?" asked the young man with pimples.

Zhao Yuanji laughed and shook his head, quite proud.

"Little monkey, don't sell it, talk quickly!" someone next to him was impatient and urged.

Zhao Yuanji said with a smile: "Let everyone down...... That Uncle Xiao is very ordinary, not as good as me!"

"Really?" people asked.

Suddenly, two cannons rang out through the valley, and the people lifted their spirits, closed their mouths, and looked towards the platform.

Eighteen disciples, Yuguan ascended the school martial platform, all wearing light purple robes, long swords hanging from their waists, and purple silk silk wrapped around the hilt of the sword.

These eighteen disciples, nine men and nine women, are all heroic and sassy, with solemn expressions, which make people unconsciously put away their smiles and rise to a sense of solemnity.

They were calm under their feet, slowly coming to the stage, their steps were calm, containing strength, and they went to the center, and suddenly they were divided on both sides, one left and one right, and walked to the back of the Taishi chair, standing steadily, motionless, as steady as Mount Tai.

Zhao Yuanji muttered in a low voice: "It's a person from the Hidden Hall!"

"Shut up!" Song Shanyue whispered, his eyes staring at the stage, motionless.

Zhao Yuanji closed his mouth and also looked at the stage, revealing an expectant gaze.

"Ding ......" a bell sounded, lingering, and passed into everyone's ears.

"Senior Brother Xiao, please-!" The four elders were in front, slowly ascending to the colonel's martial platform, and Xiao Yuesheng was let first.

Behind them, more than a dozen people followed.

There was a buzzing sound, and the disciples in the audience were talking about it, talking to each other, and they felt incredible.

The rules of the Ziyang Sword Sect are very big, the young and the old are orderly, and they are not allowed to cross hairpins, why is this Uncle Xiao at the forefront?!

They all opened their eyes wide, wanting to see what this mysterious Uncle Xiao looked like.

(To be continued)