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- Chapter 60 Beginning
"It seems that his identity is definitely not false." Li Mingyang stroked three strands of his beard and said with a frown.
"Purple Sun Scripture, can I still admit my mistake?!" Fan Qingyun snorted, with an incredible look of admiration on his face.
He shook his head and sighed: "He has profound inner strength, far more than me. I don't know how he practiced the Ziyang Sutra!"
Chen Chengxiang sneered: "Our Ziyang Sutra is the authentic mental method of Xuanmen. It is neutral, peaceful, step-by-step, and there is no quick fix. How deep can his skills be at such a young age?!"
Fan Qingyun's face suddenly turned red, and he glared at Chen Chengxiang: "Fifth Senior Brother, are you saying that I am telling lies and making excuses for my failure, right?!"
Chen Chengxiang turned his head and looked at the roof, pretending not to hear what he said.
Fan Qingyun glared at him angrily without blinking. Seeing that he didn't look at her, he stopped advancing. He just snorted and turned his head.
He turned to Li Mingyang and sighed: "Third Senior Brother, Junior Brother Xiao has deep internal strength and superb swordsmanship. It will be difficult to defeat him!"
Li Mingyang nodded. He had no doubts about the words of the sixth junior brother. The sixth junior brother was stubborn, proud and disdainful of lying.
"Second Senior Brother, what do you think?" Li Mingyang turned to Tang Zhengfeng.
Tang Zhengfeng¡¯s jade-like face was gloomy and silent. He raised his head and looked out of the hall. He suddenly stood up and walked to the door of the hall.
He paced in front of 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 sight, like a picture scroll. Looking across the entire valley, you can see everything at a glance. From a high position, you can overlook the disciples of the Ziyang Sword Sect.
After walking back and forth for more than a dozen times, he stopped and stood motionless, quietly looking at everything in the valley and the disciples on the training ground.
"Second Senior Brother" The three of them came over, stood beside him, and looked down together.
For a moment, everyone was silent, looking at the entire valley in trance. Suddenly, they realized that it had been a long time since they calmed down 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 we should compete for the position of head by martial arts!"
"A martial arts contest?" Li Mingyang frowned.
Among the four, he, as the sword-passing elder, has the strongest martial arts skills and is the most confident in a martial arts competition. This move of the second senior brother is giving up the position of the leader.
But according to my own opinion, the second senior brother would never be so kind and give up his seat so easily.
"Our Ziyang Sword Sect is now facing life and death. The new leader needs to have strong martial arts skills to lead the disciples and resist foreign enemies!" Tang Zhengfeng said with emotion.
"Okay!" Chen Chengxiang shouted, nodding vigorously: "Second Senior Brother is right, at this moment, martial arts is the most important, in order to resist the Iron Sword Sect!"
Li Mingyang sighed, glanced at Fan Qingyun, and nodded slowly.
" To say this is tantamount to giving up the position of head to Xiao Yuesheng. When it comes to martial arts, Junior Brother Xiao is probably the number one.
The four elders are the strongest in martial arts, but the sixth junior brother Fan Qingyun is also not mediocre. He is almost as different from the fifth junior brother.
"If he let go, he would be hard-pressed to beat Sixth Junior Brother within a hundred moves, but he was defeated in one move. This shows that Junior Brother Xiao is a prodigy in martial arts!"
After fighting over and over again, no one could become the leader. He shook his head and smiled bitterly to himself.
Tang Zhengfeng sighed and said: "If Junior Brother Xiao defeats everyone and becomes the leader, he will need our assistance."
Li Mingyang¡¯s eyes lit up and he nodded with a smile: ¡°Second Senior Brother is right, we must assist the new head!¡±
Xiao Yuesheng has been sitting cross-legged, motionless on the couch, seemingly indifferent to everything and letting it go.
But his mind was bright, and the entire Ziyang Sword Sect was presented in his mind, very clearly, like a scene after scene of a picture.
In his mind, the scene in the hall was extremely clear, and even the voices were clear to his ears. His skill was enough to hear them talking.
Although he only spoke a few words, he could vaguely guess what the four people were thinking.
The position of the leader is, after all, a high and powerful position, and it can control the life and death of hundreds of people in the sect. How could you not want to hold it in your hands?
But the four of them were divided into two factions, trying to contain each other. Each side wanted to win this position, but they were not sure of victory. After compromising, they took advantage of themselves as an outsider.
Of course, Zhang Yiming¡¯s prestige also played a crucial role. If not, we would not be convinced.
He shook his head and smiled. He was a small leader, just like some incense. He really didn't care about it, but he had to do it after he promised Zhang Yiming, otherwise the Taoist heart would not be firm and the consequences would be endless.??It's a small gain and a big loss.
"Uncle Xiao, the food is here!" The 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, and Li Fengming walked in, carrying a wooden box, entered the room, put it on the table, and said respectfully: "Uncle Xiao, it's time to have dinner."
Xiao Yuesheng looked up and saw that the sky was already dark, the sun was about to set, 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 stepped back.
Before leaving, he glanced at Xiao Yuesheng and quickly moved away. He was really curious about this Uncle Xiao.
Xiao Yuesheng opened the wooden box, and there were two dishes inside, one meat and one vegetarian. They looked very ordinary, and he couldn't help but frown.
It was really hard for him to swallow such a meal, so he closed the wooden box, returned to the couch, and continued to sit cross-legged, adjusting his breath and practicing his Qi.
He sat on the couch, motionless, occasionally eating some dry food or drinking some water, but the food in the Ziyang Sect did not move.
It¡¯s not that he doesn¡¯t trust him. Now he is immune to all poisons and is not afraid of them poisoning him. It¡¯s really hard to swallow.
He thought to himself that before coming to the Ziyang Sect, he sent someone to deliver a message to Chunhua, asking her to stay in Tianchi with peace of mind. He had something to do and needed to delay for a while.
¡°If I had known this, it would be better to let Chunhua come over and take care of my daily life. These people from the Ziyang Sect are really rough and rough.
On the third day, the meeting of leaders of Ziyang Sword Sect was held.
The wind was sunny and the weather was beautiful. The disciples of Ziyang Sword Sect finished their meal early and gathered at the martial arts training ground. They stood under the central school martial arts platform, waiting for the four elders and five hall masters to come out.
The school martial arts stage was empty. There were more than a dozen Taishi chairs set up in a circle, but there was no one sitting on the chairs.
The sun became more and more intense, and the sunlight shone brightly on my body, which made me feel warm at first. Later, the sunlight became stronger and stronger, and my body felt hot and drowsy.
Among the crowd, the two people Xiao Yuesheng met when he went up the mountain gathered together and talked in low voices.
Zhao Yuanji, who was slightly shorter, let out a long sigh and said, "Senior Brother Song, it's really irritating to compare people to each other. Compared with Uncle Xiao, we are about the same age, but our status is very different!"
Song Shanyue had a calm demeanor and looked at the stage: "Uncle Xiao is a master of martial arts."
Zhao Yuanji stretched out: "Well, he is a master, so he is naturally better than us, but I see, he is not much better!"
"He is here to compete for the leadership. I don't know if he can get his wish." Song Shanyue said calmly.
There were people standing around them. When they heard the two talking, five or six people came over.
A young man with acne on his face asked: "Old Song, what did you say? Who will seize the leadership?"
Zhao Yuanji hurriedly said: "Hey, you don't know this either?!Uncle Xiao!"
"Is this the junior brother that Master Zhang accepted?" The young man with acne on his face asked in surprise.
Zhao Yuanji nodded heavily: "Exactly!"
"It's him" The young man with acne suddenly nodded and said with a smile: "This Uncle Xiao is very mysterious. He has never shown his face since he came here. He doesn't even know what he looks like. Have you seen him?"
Zhao Yuanji hurriedly said: "On the way up the mountain, we bumped into something!"
"What does Uncle Xiao look like? Is he wise, martial, and handsome?" the acne-prone young man asked hurriedly.
Zhao Yuanji laughed and shook his head, feeling quite proud.
"Little monkey, don't be so pretentious, speak up!" someone next to me urged impatiently.
Zhao Yuanji chuckled and said, "I disappoint everyone! That Uncle Xiao, looks very ordinary, not as good as me!"
¡°Really?¡± people asked one after another.
Suddenly, two cannons were fired, resounding throughout the valley. People were refreshed, closed their mouths, and looked toward the stage.
Eighteen disciples filed onto the school martial arts platform, all wearing lavender gowns, with long swords hanging from their waists, and the hilts of the swords were wrapped with purple silk ribbons.
These eighteen disciples, nine men and nine women, all have heroic looks and solemn expressions, making people unconsciously put away their smiles and feel solemn.
They walked calmly on the stage and slowly stepped onto the stage. Their steps were calm and full of strength. They reached the center. Suddenly, the two sides separated, one left and one right. They walked behind the Taishi's chair and stood firm, motionless, as steady as Mount Tai.
Zhao Yuanji whispered in a low voice: "They are from Yintang!"
"Shut up!" Song Shanyue scolded in a low voice, staring at the stage without moving.
Zhao Yuanji closed his mouth and looked at the stage with expectant eyes.
?"Ding" A clear chime from a bell lingered, reaching everyone's ears.
¡°Junior Brother Xiao, please¡ª¡ª!¡± The four elders were in front, slowly ascending to the school martial arts stage, Xiao Yuesheng was given the first place.
Behind them, there were more than ten people following.
There was a buzzing sound, and the disciples in the audience were talking and whispering to each other, feeling incredible.
The rules of the Ziyang Sword Sect are very strict. There are orderly rules for seniors and young ones, and no hairpins are allowed to be crossed. Why is this Uncle Xiao walking at the forefront? !
They all opened their eyes wide, trying to see clearly what this mysterious Uncle Xiao looked like. - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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