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"What the hell are these kids doing together?" The remaining elders of Changming Sect all sat cross-legged in the formation, meditating quietly. Elder Zhao opened his eyes and noticed that the token had changed hands. His heart started beating like a drum in an instant and he stood up immediately.
"Didn't they say they were going to take Xiaoqiao to our dojo?"
"Oh, they are really brave." The fourth elder sighed. It's not that they want to be actors and get anxious inside the formation, but the main reason is that they can't really help.
I can only beg for help and ask other sects if they can send some support.
When the five sects were united, they were still quite united.
Almost all the descendants of each sect met their end with the magic weapons of each sect. Don't think they don't know. Changming Sect is poor, but none of the other four sects are poor. They carry those natural treasures with them. At least this group of people can run away.
"No." Elder Zhao was worried, "We still have to go and take a look."
After that, no matter whether they were a bunch of old men playing a fake match or a real match, they should at least be protected. Otherwise, the cruel and ruthless Seventh Elder would definitely not spare their lives.
"Don't worry." An elder calculated calmly and smiled, "Now, the token has changed its owner, right?"
What does it mean when a token changes hands?
Or the Seventh Elder had a change of heart and gave the token to someone else and left the sect.
But it is easy to imagine that this possibility is not high. If he could have a change of heart, he would have given up the plan long ago during the nearly 100 years that Chang Mingzong had been sleeping on straw and eating bitter food.
Then there is only one other possibility.
The seventh elder has passed away, so the token will naturally be inherited by the next one.
Elder Zhao pondered, "Since the token has changed hands, why doesn't it automatically fly into my hands?"
He is the only one in the sect who is at the Void Refinement Realm. Even though he is not good at fighting, his realm is there. No matter what, he can't surpass me, right?
"I did sense Xie Chuxue's presence."
The other party did not restrain himself either. After living together for hundreds of years, it was easy for him to notice the visitor.
"Can he destroy the Seventh Elder?"
"I'm afraid not." Elder Zhao has lived with him for so many years, doesn't he know how strong the other party is? The Seventh Elder is a talent, a talent that only appears once in thousands of years in the cultivation world.
It is possible that Xie Chuxue and Qin Fanfan could subdue him together, but it is only a possibility.
And one person definitely can’t do it.
So, who took action?
The third elder casually threw out a talisman, breaking the formation in front of him, and took the lead, saying in a deep voice: "Let's go. Let's go meet the new leader."
You can tell whether it is a human or a ghost when you see it.
It didn't matter who the new leader was, the key point was that he couldn't be a ruthless person like the Seventh Elder. In the final analysis, he was still worried about the disciples who rushed over in a hurry. If the new leader was not a good person, then the few remaining disciples in their sect would have a hard time under the oppression of the Seventh Elder.
If there is one more, wouldn’t it be even more miserable?
Several elders encouraged each other, and it was unknown who they were comforting. They followed the main peak all the way to the main battlefield. All the people in Changming Sect entered the area. The evil spirit was lingering, and various spiritual tools and magic weapons were thrown into the air. The seven-color light was shining. Generally speaking, in a melee, who could tell whose magic weapon was whose? If it fell down, a large number of people would die.
However, the scene at this time was extremely strange. Several elders who arrived were stunned, looking at the enchanting vines in the field that bound up countless Nascent Soul cultivators.
The bound monks were all red in the face and wanted to curse loudly, but they felt too embarrassed to do so, so they simply shut up and pretended to be dead.
They are more than old enough to be Ye Qiao’s grandfather.
Now he was tied up and unable to move. This situation was no less than a public execution. Elder Zhao twirled his beard lightly, and was so shocked that he was speechless.
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