The main hall...is a little quiet.

Many people looked at Yang Fengge in confusion.

Give me?

Am I the strongest?

Do you want to be so confident? Yang Fenghua was stunned again and again, and then his face turned ugly.

This guy is going to openly resist him, the master of Chunyang Palace! "Feng Ge!"

He shouted lowly, his tone full of dissatisfaction.

Yang Fengge, however, did not look at Yang Fenghua. He walked out with his sword in hand and said calmly: "I contributed the most to this battle for Senluo Palace. The position of palace master should naturally belong to me. What do you think?"

Everyone: "..." Many Chunyang monks who had entered Senluo Hall had their eyelids twitching.

They didn't have any objections.

But... there is Yangfenghua, and there are also Yangtu.

"Yang Fengge, what do you mean?"

Yang Tu's eyes were full of anger and he couldn't help it anymore.

In his opinion, Senluo Palace is a treasure in his pocket! But at this moment, Yang Fengge ran out to grab it! Why should a junior?

"I want to be the master of Senluo Hall, that's what I mean."

Yang Fengge said lightly.

"Why do you?"

Yang Tu shouted angrily.

"I am the strongest!"

Yang Fengge didn't blush and was out of breath.

"you!"

Yang Tu was so angry that he almost vomited blood.

Is it honorable for a girl like you to be so arrogant?

Do you want to be shameless?

"Yang Fengge, don't go too far!"

Yang Fenghua's face was ashen.

He did not expect that there was no problem with the ownership of Senluo Palace, but there was an internal problem.

Does anyone in Chunyang Palace dare to resist him?

This is a slap in his face! "Palace Master, just seek truth from facts."

Yang Fengge competed with each other.

Yang Fenghua was furious, but said indifferently: "Okay, everyone, the next thing is my Chunyang Palace, please leave!"

Chunyang Palace... is not something Yang Fengge can be arrogant about! Yang Fenghua will tell Yang Fengge clearly about this matter.

"Thank you for the sacrifice and give me the altar."

Yang Fenghua said again.

Su Xuan shrugged and gave it.

He wanted to see what Yang Fengge would do.

Yang Fengge had no expression on his face and said calmly: "Since the palace master thinks I am not qualified, then let me rely on my ability to speak!"

"What?"

"Whoever gets the most altars will be the master of Senluo Palace!"

Yang Fengge said lightly.

Yang Tu laughed angrily and said, "You only managed to capture three, so what does that mean?"

But the next moment.

Master Zijin said lightly: "I, the Master, feel that Fairy Chunyang is good at controlling Senluo, so we gave her the seven altars."

Wow! This incident caused an uproar among everyone.

The plot has turned around! Yang Fenghua suddenly looked at Zijin Master with a cold expression on his face.

Master Zijin looked as usual.

A few days ago... Yang Fengge also came to see him.

At that time, the two people had already made it very clear.

And this time.

The three true disciples who received the three altars stood up, bowed to Yang Fenghua and others, and said loudly: "We are waiting for the three altars and would like to dedicate them to Senior Sister Yang."

Everyone was shocked.

Counting like this, there are already thirteen! This is a sure win! "Palace Master, the position of Lord of Senluo Palace is mine."

Yang Fengge said lightly.

Yang Fenghua's face turned cold. He didn't expect that the little girl he had abandoned so casually would dare to push him to this point! "I don't accept it!"

Yang Tu shouted angrily, his eyes bloodshot: "You, a junior, have no right to compete with me!"

"qualifications?"

Yang Fengge raised his heroic eyebrows and said, "If you don't accept it, then fight me. Whoever wins will be the one to take the blame!"

"I'm afraid you won't make it!"

Yang Tu said directly that Yang Fenghua couldn't stop him.

"The War Spirit Platform is waiting for you!"

Yang Fengge turned around and left.

War Spirit Platform! The place where Qixuan Sect decides life and death! "Yang Tu, you!"

Yang Fenghua gritted his teeth. Once this happened, there was really no way around it! "Brother, I won't lose!"

Yang Tu was naturally arrogant and followed him out.

"Alas..." Yang Fenghua sighed.

Su Xuan looked at it for a while and was a little surprised.

This bitch... is so cruel! He can imagine how this brother Yang Tu will be brutally tortured next.

Su Xuan did not join in the fun and went directly back to the courtyard, just sensing the War Spirit Platform from a distance.

This incident...naturally caused an uproar.

Many people gathered at the War Spirit Platform.

Yang Fengge is like a female swordsman. Although she has lost her past fairy spirit, she is more and more awe-inspiring and stunning.

She stood with her clothes fluttering and her hair dancing wildly.

Like a sword, like dust, and even more like the beautiful scenery between heaven and earth.

On the other hand, Yang Tu, even though it has extraordinary momentum, makes people feel a little weaker.

The two of them didn't talk nonsense and started fighting directly.

Yang Tu attracts the emperor's fire, and the fourth level of cultivation is naturally extremely strong.

And Yang Fengge opened three seals, the sword in his hand was like fire, like a phoenix, and his momentum was even more fierce.

In residence.

Su Xuan felt it, and a hint of complexity flashed in his eyes.

"The sword of common people, the sword of righteousness."

"I didn't expect that the sword belonging to Jian Beichen would be passed down."

The cause then, the effect today.

Su Xuan never thought that Yang Fengge would realize the sword of justice for the common people.

Although there are no mountains and rivers, there is pure Yang, which is still terrifying! This moment.

The sword seal between Yang Fengge's eyebrows bloomed, blending into the pure Yang Seal and Phoenix Seal, and the sword's power soared into the sky.

Everyone was in an uproar and their breathing became rapid.

"Sword Robe."

Su Xuan whispered.
To be continued...