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Zhang Yiming turned over and knelt on the ground: "The old man's martial arts have been lost, and it is difficult to compete for the leader, now that my Ziyang Sect has no leader, and the great foundation will be destroyed in the hands of unscrupulous disciples, the old man is dead, and he has no shame to see the ancestors and ancestors!"

Xiao Yuesheng frowned, his face sank like water, and he didn't say a word. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Zhang Yiming spoke bitterly, and told all the benefits of being the head, and said how the Ziyang Sword Sect needed a wise leader.

After saying a great thing, his mouth was dry, but he saw that Xiao Yuesheng had his eyes closed, motionless, and he didn't seem to be half motivated at all.

Zhang Yiming thought about it, gritted his teeth, and suddenly knelt on the ground and kowtowed.

The forehead collided with the grass, banging, and after only two strokes, Zhang Yiming's forehead was red and stained with grass roots.

Xiao Yuesheng closed his eyes slightly, as if he was settled, and was unmoved by his kowtow pleading.

He has gathered a large number of high-grade spirit jade, as long as he arranges the Great Gathering Spirit Array, after the retreat, he will be able to cultivate to a great progress, and all mundane things, in his eyes, are not worth mentioning, and they are also hindering his cultivation, so he must not be moved.

Zhang Guiyuan, the grandson of Zhang Yiming, clenched his teeth, his eyes opened angrily, looking at Xiao Yuesheng deadly, his anger boiled, and he rushed to his head, eager to reprimand loudly, his heart was like iron stone!

He gritted his teeth, suddenly stepped forward, knelt beside Zhang Yiming, and kowtowed with him.

"Alas......!" Xiao Yuesheng shook his head and said slowly: "Don't do useless work, I have important things to do, and I can't delay." ”

Zhang Yiming raised his head and looked at him earnestly: "Ask Xiao Shaoxia for mercy and save me from the Ziyang Sect!"

Xiao Yuesheng furrowed his brows and said in a deep voice: "How do you know how my martial arts are?...... Besides, I'm not from the Ziyang Sect...... Don't you think it's ridiculous?!"

Zhang Yiming smiled bitterly: "The old man's martial arts are not good, but his eyes are not blind, and the young man's martial arts are profound, how can he not see it?!...... It's great to be the head of my Ziyang Sword Sect!"

When he saw Xiao Yuesheng saving people and pulling out the long sword on his body, Xiao Yuesheng used his qi to control his blood and make it sealed, and he was surprised by the depth of his skill.

Hearing that he had lost all his martial arts, he was disheartened like death, and in his silence, a flash of inspiration suddenly flashed and he saw hope.

If this Xiao Shaoxia can enter the Ziyang Sect, then the Ziyang Sword Sect will be saved, at least, it will not be destroyed by others.

Now, he had understood that even if he became the head of the Ziyang Sword Sect, he would still not be able to deal with the Iron Sword Sect.

Among the Ziyang Sword Sect, he had the highest martial arts, but he was still injured by the Iron Sword Gate, and even if he took over as the leader, the Ziyang Sword Sect was finally destroyed by the Iron Sword Gate.

Thinking of this, he was resolute.

"Qiang-" He suddenly pulled out the long sword next to him, backhanded, rested on his neck, looked at Xiao Yuesheng, and said in a deep voice: "Xiao Shaoxia, the little old man is offended,...... If you don't agree, I'll kill myself before you!"

Xiao Yuesheng raised his eyebrows, the essence in his eyes flashed, his right arm was raised, and he beckoned forward.

The sword flashed, and Zhang Yiming's long sword took off his hand and appeared in Xiao Yuesheng's hand.

Zhang Yiming looked at him in a daze, and the surprise in his eyes was even worse, such a miraculous skill, he was the best candidate for the head of the Ziyang Sword Sect!

"Shaoxia can stop me for a while, how can he stop me for a lifetime?!" Zhang Yiming said resolutely.

Xiao Yuesheng suddenly laughed, shook his head and said, "You old man, I'm saving people and I'm in trouble!"

"Sir, be merciful, please save our Ziyang Sect!" Zhang Guiyuan, who was next to him, leaned his head against the grass and said earnestly.

Xiao Yuesheng shook his head, stood up, paced with his hands in his hands, groaned slightly, his face was thoughtful, and his eyes flickered.

Zhang Yiming and Zhang Guiyuan stared at him closely, and his frowning made their hearts beat and they were uneasy.

Zhang Guiyuan suddenly realized, glanced at his grandfather, and showed admiration, grandpa's thoughts were much more open than his own, and he could actually think of this idea!

After a while, Xiao Yuesheng sighed helplessly and said, "Okay, in that case, I'll go and take a look!"

"Young man's great grace, little old man is grateful!" Zhang Yiming kowtowed his head and said angrily, his face full of excitement.

Xiao Yuesheng shook his head and sighed, "It's really a big trouble, how can I have the heart to care about these things!"

"Hard work young man!" Zhang Yiming said with a smile.

Xiao Yuesheng waved his hand: "You guys should get up too, don't kneel, your body bones are not neat yet, you need to be careful." ”

"Thank you Shaoxia for your concern!" Zhang Yiming smiled and stood up, and Zhang Guiyuan also stood up.

Xiao Yuesheng paced two steps, stopped, and said in a deep voice: "You need to teach me the martial arts of your Ziyang Sword Sect in detail, as well as the characters in the faction, and you need to tell me about the entanglements." ”

Zhang Yiming nodded hurriedly: "That's nature!"

He was secretly happy in his heart, it seemed that he had found the right person, acting steadily and carefully, and he would definitely be a wise leader.

Xiao Yuesheng glanced at the two, Zhang Yiming smiled happily and rejoiced in his heart, but Zhang Guiyuan was a little reluctant.

He knew in his heart that Zhang Yiming had a deep affection for the Ziyang Sword Sect, dedicated to it, and had no selfish intentions, but it was difficult for his grandson Zhang Guiyuan to be so selfless, in his heart, he did not have the desire for power, but his martial arts had been injured, and he must be depressed in his heart.

Xiao Yuesheng walked and stepped into Ziyang Mountain, Zhang Yiming and Zhang Guiyuan changed their faces and hid in a secret place, foolproof.

He was dressed in a green shirt, and a three-foot Qingfeng sword hung from his waist, the scabbard was simple, and the hilt was wrapped with dark purple silk.

The mountain wind came slowly, the corners of his green shirt fluttered, and the dark purple silk fluttered.

Passing through a pine forest to the foot of the mountain, there is a path leading to the bottom of the mountain, like a lush green mountain, and a yellow ribbon hangs in the sky, twisted by the wind.

"Stop!" he was just about to step on the path, when two voices came from the side: "This is the land of the Purple Sun Sect, no one is allowed to enter!"

He turned around, and two young men in green satin suits stood side by side, their right hands pressed on the hilt of their swords, one chubby, the other thin, both with serious eyebrows and straight faces.

About two feet away from him, the two of them stared at him with blazing eyes and guardedness, and one of the thin young men asked in a low voice, "Who is Your Excellency?!! Where are you going?"

"Own people. Xiao Yuesheng said softly, glanced at the two of them, and said, "I am a disciple of the outer hall, and I came to participate in the head meeting. ”

"Sword brand!" The thin young man stretched out his left hand, and his right hand did not leave the hilt of the sword, looking vigilant.

Xiao Yuesheng took out a small sword from his bosom, about the length of his middle finger, wide nails, and black and brown in color, which was made of a unique kind of wood, a kind of wood unique to Ziyang Mountain.

This is the identity card of the disciple of the Ziyang Sword Sect, and his identity is engraved on it, which must be carefully kept and cannot be lost.

All disciples of the Ziyang Sword Sect worship the master and complete the basic swordsmanship, and the sword elder, one of the four elders, will issue a sword card to show that he has officially become a disciple of the Ziyang Sword Sect.

The rest of the elders did not have wooden swords and had no right to issue them.

Xiao Yuesheng's wooden sword, which was a blank sword card hidden by Zhang Yiming, finally came in handy.

Xiao Yuesheng threw lightly, and flew towards the thin young man, not hurrying or slow, showing a good internal force, neither high nor low.

The thin young man took a step forward by pressing the sword, stretched out his hand to copy it, took the small wooden sword, looked at it carefully, and then looked at the slightly thin young man, and looked up: "Xiao Guanlan?"

"Not bad. Xiao Yuesheng nodded slowly.

As soon as the two of them looked relieved, the thin young man threw it, and the small wooden sword flew back, extremely fast, and let out a soft whistling sound.

Xiao Yuesheng lightly copied his hand, took the sword card, put it in his arms, hugged his fists and said: "In Xia Nai Waitang disciple, the first time I came to Ziyang Mountain, please lead the way!"

"Keep going up, and someone will lead the way!" The thin young man hugged his fists, his face was gentle, and he was no longer as serious as he was just now.

"Thank you. Xiao Yuesheng nodded to the two and turned to go up the mountain.

He walked leisurely, along the winding path, watching the peaks and loops, the scenery was pleasant, and from time to time he saw birds and beasts flashing in the forest.

The birds and beasts were not afraid of people, and swaggered, and some even stopped to look at him, and then flew away in smoke.

Xiao Yuesheng shook his head and smiled, it seems that these people from the Ziyang Sword Sect are quite benevolent, and they didn't sacrifice these beasts to their teeth, which made him feel some good feelings.

At this moment, two young men appeared behind him, both wearing Qingfeng long swords, and the hilt of the sword was wrapped with purple silk.

They were flying fast under their feet, performing light skills, and in the blink of an eye, they caught up with Xiao Yuesheng.

The two of them, one tall and one short, were not handsome, but they were heroic, and although they were thin, they were like leopards, and they had explosive strength.

They turned their heads, glanced up and down at Xiao Yuesheng, and smiled toothily, very friendly.

The slightly shorter clenched his fists and said with a smile: "This senior brother, you are also from the Outer Hall of the Purple Yang Sword Sect?"

Xiao Yuesheng nodded, quite surprised, the disciples of the inner hall and the outer hall couldn't see it from the outside, and it was only marked on the sword plate.

"As soon as I saw your face, I knew that you were a disciple of the outer hall. The man smiled, his teeth white and shining.

"Yes, I'm here for the Boss Conference. Xiao Yuesheng nodded and said softly.

The man's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly said, "Who are you coming with?

Xiao Yuesheng shook his head and said, "I'm alone, senior brother Zhang Yiming." ”

Zhang ...... Smooth...... Ming ......" The short young man turned his head violently and shouted, "Scholar Sword Zhang Yiming Zhang Shibo?!"

Xiao Yuesheng nodded and smiled.

"That's not right...... the short young man stared at him suspiciously, and said, "You are our uncle?...... No! No!"

"Senior Brother Zhang accepts apprentices on behalf of the teacher. Xiao Yuesheng smiled faintly.

When Xiao Yuesheng confirmed his identity, he naturally didn't want to be Zhang Yiming's disciple, so he became his junior brother, saying that Zhang Yiming was a disciple.

Such a generation, when competing for the position of head, also has more advantages.

(To be continued)