"This is an internal fight between our Changming clan. What does it have to do with you?"
"Are you worthy of your status?"
They still couldn't understand why the disciples of Yueqing Sect would fight with Ye Qiao.
The sharp-eyed disciples noticed that Yun Que had no intention of getting close to the Seventh Elder at first. It was only after seeing Ye Qiao that he decided to help the Seventh Elder seize the position of sect leader.
Is there any grudge between the two?
Yun Que's eyes flickered slightly, and he spoke slowly, "Seventh Elder has done me a favor. Besides, the position of Sect Master has always been occupied by the capable."
Yunque said this with great conviction.
But they have no way to blame anyone.
After all, what she said was true. The position of sect leader has always been held by the capable. When it came to Xie Chuxue and Qin Fanfan, the previous sect leader took a long time to decide and finally chose the more stable Qin Fanfan.
In terms of realm, the two are equal, but in terms of strength, the two professions are different and cannot be compared.
We can only compare our character.
Qin Fanfan's Buddhist personality is typical of the Supreme Way of Forgetting All.
This kind of emotionally stable personality is most suitable for being a clan leader.
The Duoqing Dao and Xiaoyao Dao were unanimously considered by the righteous to be neither righteous nor evil, and not upright enough. Naturally, the position was left to the stable Qin Fanfan.
Xie Chuxue didn't care much, after all, being a sect leader was very tiring. Fortunately, the sect leader was Qin Fanfan.
If he were the sect leader, if his disciples threatened to die for a woman, he would beat them to death at the first opportunity, all of them.
Haha, a bunch of evildoers.
…
Ye Qiao and Yun Que were fighting each other. The Seventh Elder sneered and glanced at the countless disciples in the audience, stopping at the spiritual tools and magic weapons in the hands of the disciples of Chengfeng Sect. Having more than ten peak masters and five elders, holding various spiritual tools and magic weapons, made him at a loss for a moment.
Disciple of Chengfeng Sect...
Very good!
That group of people actually came to meddle in such trivial matters!
When there is internal strife in a sect, other sects generally will not intervene, but the massacre he committed within the sect was too vicious. Although Duan Hengdao and Changming Sect did not have a good relationship, they could not bear to see this scene and assigned some disciples from the inner and outer sects to come.
Together with the disciples of Changming Sect, their magic swords and magical instruments were dancing on Yuming Mountain, creating gusts of wind with astonishing power.
The pressure from the fusion stage suddenly pressed down, but suddenly disappeared the next moment.
He raised his eyes suddenly, "Ming Xuan!"
Now there are only two fusion periods.
One is Ye Qinghan, and the other is Ming Xuan!
As a person from the evil sect, he actually rushed to Changming Sect and worked with Ye Qiao to break his formation. The Seventh Elder was furious, his voice was filled with endless murderous intent, and he raised his hand and held a spiritual flag in his hand.
His natal spiritual weapon is the sword. Most sword cultivators’ natal spiritual weapons are swords, but he is different. He has a little bit of everything, so his spiritual weapon is naturally different from that of ordinary cultivators.
At the moment when the Seventh Elder quickly waved the spirit flag, countless monks with unfathomable auras appeared one by one and slowly saluted the Seventh Elder, obviously coming in response to the call.
Most of their auras are at the Jindan stage, and there are even a few at the Yuanying stage.
Everyone in the audience had a slightly solemn expression on their faces, Nascent Soul Stage.
How many Nascent Soul cultivators are there in the world of cultivation?
The number of cultivators he has summoned has exceeded a hundred, and their strength is definitely not inferior to the inner disciples of various sects.
Elder Zhao was furious: "How dare you, Seventh Elder, secretly raise a cultivator in Changming Sect!"
It was obvious that those monks were secretly trained by the Seventh Elder and were controlled by him, otherwise so many monks would not have appeared when the spirit flag waved.
The seventh elder sneered without saying a word, waved his hand again, the flag fluttered in the wind, a strong wind arose, and the whole place was plunged into a fight.
He was currently forced to the point where he could not spare the energy to kill anyone due to Xue Yu's real and fake illusions. Now that he had summoned the monks to come and help, he suddenly had enough confidence. As the spirit flags wavered, countless people's faces turned pale.
The disciples with weaker cultivation were instantly reduced to ashes as he swung his sword.
Ming Xuan raised his eyes to look at him, unable to stay any longer, and waved his hand to stop his next move, saying in a cold voice, "Seventh Elder."
At the moment Mingxuan made his move, the elders from the twelve peaks of the Changming Sect also looked over.
Mingxuan is in the fusion stage, but the thunder tribulation has not yet fallen, so he cannot be considered a true fusion stage powerhouse. Moreover, compared with a talisman cultivator and a monster who has practiced three paths like the Seventh Elder, he is still not good enough.
But he was in the fusion stage, anyway! His joining gave them enough confidence to compete with the Seventh Elder.
The Seventh Elder looked at him from above, "Ming Xuan."
"Do you want to die?"
He didn't even look at the former Changming Sect disciple. "Since you've been possessed by a demon, how dare you come to Changming Sect? Aren't you afraid that I will beat you to pieces?"
After all, the Seventh Elder’s realm is higher than Mingxuan’s.
Even though Mingxuan, as a talisman practitioner, had a way to dissipate the pressure, he was still not afraid of a kid who had just reached the fusion stage.
Mingxuan's smile faded slightly. He tilted his head slightly on that extremely beautiful face, glanced at the spirit flag in the seventh elder's hand, and flipped his hand.
In an instant, a fan of flowing light appeared in his hand, and the aura it exuded was actually another spiritual weapon.
As Mingxuan's folding fan turned, the powerful spiritual pressure made people dare not look directly at it. With a smile on his face, he said, "Since I have merged, I naturally have no plan to..." I have no plan to go back alive.
But he did not say the following words, his expression just became even colder. There were bursts of thunder in the sky, and it seemed that the heaven had wanted to kill him for a long time. Silver and purple lightning flashed, gathering the thunder from the sky, and there seemed to be a silver dragon circling, ready to fall on him at any time.
He did not hate Chang Mingzong.
That was the sect he joined when he was seven or eight years old.
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