The head is dead?

He also played a ball! He Pingfan suddenly felt a sense of indescribable depression. He wanted to know the origin of the master's martial arts, but he was already dead.

Seeing many disciples rushing to the hall, Leng Masahiro said, "You go quickly to save yourself from getting into trouble."

Once the leader dies, many problems will be exposed.

Other strong men must want to compete for the position of this sect. The leader of Yunxuan Sect is not someone who is older and has a seniority. It depends on who has stronger strength.

Otherwise, why would Yun Sanqian secretly hide the parchment and not tell others?

The leader also obtained the martial arts and practiced secretly, which led to today.

He Pingfan sighed and wanted to go back! Just as he was about to leave, a figure appeared strangely under a tree not far away.

It was an old man holding a broom. His face was thin and his hands were so thin that he was skinny.

Both eyes were deep and looked scary.

The gray long gown on my body is already very worn, and it seems to have been worn for at least ten years.

"Old man!"

Leng Fanyi was shocked. She was very familiar with the old man.

I can meet him almost every day.

He Pingfan has seen him once, and he didn't care much before.

But at this moment, he appeared here silently, and He Pingfan suddenly had a bad premonition.

The old man looked at him, but he didn't even look at Leng Moonyi.

He Pingfan felt terrified by his eyes, "Oh, I'm leaving!"

Suddenly—As soon as I lifted my steps, my eyes were blurred.

He Pingfan instinctively took a few steps back, and Leng Fanyi also looked surprised.

She had never seen an old man show his strength, and people usually yelled at him and even despised him.

Didn't you expect his body to be so fast?

With this move alone, He Pingfan and Leng Masahiri are far inferior to each other.

Huh—The other party didn't say anything, and reached out to grab He Pingfan.

He Pingfan retreated quickly, and the opponent's speed was far faster than him. His thin claws broke through the air and grabbed He Pingfan's shoulders.

He Pingfan had to resist.

Puffed tent - The two fought in a flash for several rounds, and the other party had already tapped He Pingfan's wrist.

The speed and strength are so fast that it is unheard of.

I have to fight back again, I have sex! The old man's hand touched his acupoint like a spirit snake.

"Hey, senior, what are you trying to do?"

"Old man!"

Leng Madam Yi was anxious and shouted anxiously.

The old man didn't say anything at all, and he mentioned He Pingfan and left.

"stop!"

How could Leng Fanyi let him take He Pingfan away at this moment?

As soon as the figure moved, he ignored the exposure of his martial arts and wanted to stop the old man.

The old man raised his hand and waved his hand, and a powerful force directly pulled Leng Fanyi away.

Oh my God! He Pingfan and Leng Fanyi were both shocked. The strength of the old man in front of him was probably beyond their understanding.

In the hall, some of the powerful men from Yunxuan Sect stood up and said, "Now something happened to the head of the sect, and the position of the head of the sect is also empty."

"As the saying goes, a country must not be without a lord, and a sect cannot be without a lord. We should implement the candidate for the head as soon as possible."

Luo Hanqiu said, "In terms of qualifications and seniority, of course, the second senior brother will take over Yunluo Sect."

Lei Ao also said, "I also support the second senior brother to be the head of this sect. After all, the second senior brother is the most suitable candidate for both character and ability."

Shi Dongfang said, "Where are such rules?"

Haven’t it always been based on the level of strength?”

"In my opinion, one of us should be selected to take over as the leader."

Another strong man also stood up, "Yes, strength determines everything.

What's the use of relying on your mouth?"

"Did we practice for so many years just to argue with others?"

"Yes, strength determines everything. Whoever has the strength will be the head."

"As the saying goes, there are no weak soldiers under a strong general. We don't want a weak chicken to be the head of the sect, which will make the entire sect soft and can only be bullied."

Some strong people expressed their opinions, and they all judged their strength by their strength.

The second senior brother is obviously not the most powerful one, otherwise how could he not be convinced?

Seeing everyone making noise, the disciples were all like they were injected with chicken blood.

The position of the head of the sect is of course the capable ones.

What kind of head do you become if you don’t have the strength?

Luo Hanqiu looked very bad, but she had lost the opportunity to compete and couldn't help.

Her injuries were not healed, and Lei Ao was completely useless.

The last time I sent someone to find the polar Ganoderma lucidum, there was no place for them, so they were only in a hurry.

The disciples below naturally helped their masters and shouted slogans one by one.

An unprecedented chaos occurred in Yunxuan Sect.

"Shut up!"

A voice came from outside, shocking everyone to the ears.

When everyone heard the reputation, they saw an old man standing outside the hall, with his eyes deep and thin bones.

She was covered in an old gray gown, making her look particularly weird.

His mouth did not move, and the sound came from his abdomen.

Why is the old man who swept the floor at the Sutra Tower?

What is he here to do?

Everyone saw a person in his hand, and Wen Xiaowan and others recognized him at a glance. Isn’t that He Pingfan?

Luo Hanqiu, Lei Ao and others also recognized it, their faces changed drastically, and they were furious.

Woo Cao, why did this kid get caught?

"Kill him!"

Thinking of the insult he had suffered, Luo Hanqiu was the first to scream.

Lei Ao was so angry that he almost jumped out of the wheelchair, "Kill him! I want to tear him into pieces."

Leng Masao chased after him, and saw the old man standing outside the hall with He Pingfan in his arms, and the onlookers gave in.

The second among the twelve strong men came out and shouted to the old man, "Give him a hand to me quickly. We will use this boy to pay tribute to the heroes of several strong men."

Luo Hanqiu gritted his teeth and shouted, "Old man, have you heard it? Have you not listened to the second senior brother?"

The old man slowly swept across the group of people, and his thin figure stood there, as if he was in a weak state.

A strong man jumped out, "Hey, are you deaf? An old guy who swept the floor actually took our words as wind in his ears?"

He walked towards the old man and was about to steal He Pingfan away.

You should know who gets He Pingfan at this time is like getting the general outline of the martial arts.

Seeing him reaching out and grabbing him, the old man waved his hand and twitched.

Huh—This strong man was flung away like the fallen leaves in the autumn wind.

It hit the pillars of the hall heavily.

Luo Hanqiu and others' faces changed drastically, and they looked at the old man like they were looking at monsters.

He Pingfan said in his heart, "What is the origin of this weird old man?

The strength is so terrifying."

Leng Masao Yi saw him behind his back, and nervously pressed the mechanism of Chanyun Jian, ready to take action in time.

The second uncle was stunned and had to look at the old man carefully again.

He has been in Yunxuan Sect for many years, and no one even knows when he came. Anyway, he was there before they came.

No one cared about it or cared about it for so many years.

Just think he was an old man who swept the floor, and even those disciples called him around.

Who could have imagined that his strength was so strong? The second uncle wiped his sweat and said embarrassedly, "Senior, you are..." "Get out!"

A voice came from the old man's abdomen, with a rainbow of momentum.
Chapter completed!