Wan Jianyi's corpse fell down, and behind him was the ancestral hall of the ancestors. At the gate of the ancestral hall was the corpse of his master Tian Chengzi.

The master and disciple both corpses were scattered here, and the scene was tragic.

Daoxuan loosened the sword in his hand and sat on the ground.

Zhenyu and Zheng Tong turned their heads and couldn't bear to go and see.

There was only one person in the field who could still laugh.

"Congratulations and congratulations."

Yang Gui bowed his fists and bowed to Daoxuan with joy, "Congratulations to Daoxuan Zhenren, Master, you asked you to instigate your junior brother to kill him, and your junior brother asked you to kill him. Now, no one can stop you from ascending to the position of the head!"

"What are you talking nonsense!"

Zheng Tong couldn't help but glared at Yang Gui.

If he hadn't been beaten by Wan Jianyi, he would have really wanted to fight Yang Gui.

"We are really resurrected."

Zhenyu screamed out of nowhere.

Judging from his smart look when he communicated with Yang Gui just now, it seems that it is not impossible.

The ten thousand swords are ruling, and the principle of the Sacred Heart Art resurrecting humans is equivalent to stimulating the growth of a soul in the human body. Uncle Yang has not yet drawn out our living soul to sacrifice and refine the Heavenly Demon Banner. Whether it is the body or the soul, there is no such thing as the body, and naturally there will be a Dharma to resurrect.

The dignified Qingyunmen elders come together every day and bow to the ancestors who have been seven generations later in the first place?

"That's pretty bad." On the contrary, Zheng Tong smiled with a restrained smile, "No one is there. We Qingyun is afraid that someone can control the devil before the Zhuxian Sword backfires."

"Lie will not hurt people, the truth is the quick knife." Yang Gui didn't care, "Just say if what I said is the truth!"

"He just gets the cheaper." Yue Shu smiled and shook her head, "It seems that Zheng Tong is quite a thief."

What Yue Shu said is concise.

"Hey, don't..."

Zheng Tong said everything that happened next, including until Wan Jian came.

"Thank you less, thank you less." Wan Jian also bowed to the group, "Wudang Xinjian is short of people."

Zhenyu and Zheng Tong were silent at the same time.

If Zhou Yixian was alone, we Xiaoke had all the strength of Qingyun and would capture this beast. However, we claimed to be a fraudster before, but the problem was that this was the same: it was a fight against Yue Shu.

"After shadow?"

"What are you doing?"

"I'm a must!" Uncle Yang was so scared that he moved forward. He said that after Zheng Tong talked about the operations of Wan Jian before I died, I knew Wan Jian after I became a demon, so I would want to go to Wudang to suffer the torture.

Zhenyu and Yue Shu quickly went down and pressed Uncle Yang, "You can kill me, Zheng Tong is not the leader of Qingyun yet!"

Uncle Yang died for eight days, and everyone was smelly. Flies were caught under Tongtian Peak. Did he resurrect me?

Uncle Yang's eyes widened and his thick eyebrows stood up: "Bad, bad, bad disciple! Where is your Sword of Zhuxian! You killed his evil disciple who killed his master and brother!"

"So, he wants Dao Xuanyi's corpse, it's..." Zhenyu looked aside, and Wan Jian had not put Dao Xuanyi's corpse on the back of Shui Qilin.

"Say badly, they can move without any action, and you are from Qingyun Sect again, you can't move." Wan Jian said, reaching out to shoot a ray of light.

"This, these dozen Qingyun disciples you killed..."

Zheng Tong used all his strength to push the impulse of pulling out of Wan Jian's mouth. He barely signed the contract with me and said, "Is it going to be like that?"

"You are so sinful that God cannot tolerate. Then you will commit suicide and apologize. Everyone, say goodbye!"

"Yes, am I the leader of Kairi!"

I'm scattering that person.

He said it would be long since he could resurrect others!

"Zhen Yun, Yang Gui, are they so slow and rebellious?"

"You came here and were devoured by Zhu Xian?" Yue Shujun asked tremblingly.

"Hey, why did you give it to you, Lao Zhou, Lao Zhou." Yue Shu waved her hand repeatedly, then took out a piece of paper, "Come on, sign the share transfer agreement."

"Uncle Master, stop talking."

"He's just dead. Zheng Tong is still waiting for him to pass the throne!" said Wan Jian.

"Wan Jianyi, don't you have anything to explain?" The eight people from Qingyun Sect were Ming He. After waiting for a long time, they saw that Wan Jian didn't move. Finally, Zheng Tong went down and called.

Yue Shu was exclaiming, and the handwriting of my senior brother in charge was exactly the same, at least exactly the same, and the naked eye could tell the difference.

"Senior brother, he thought the leader had done his day. Did he really forget what he did?" Zhenyu shouted.

After Uncle Yang said that, he slapped his celestial cover with his palm and closed his eyes.

"It's very bad, he's waiting first, you go and bring Lao Zhou."

Uncle Yang was furious, "What harm does Zheng Tong's evil beast promise them? Let them support me as the head of the sect. You also told him that as long as you are still in one day, the head of the Qingyun will be the one who will be the head of the dog. You want to usurp my position and dream!"

"Who is going to his Wudang!" Zheng Tongrang drove Wan Jian crazy. Dao Ye's evil leader Qingyun was going to Wudang to get along with him as a lunatic?

"More than that, you have also killed more than a dozen Qingyun disciples, less than Qiu Wangyu killed." Zhenyu rolled his eyes, "Zheng Tong, tell him his master."

Zheng Tong didn't know what he thought, even if others thought so, the rumor that Wan Jian would spread it himself. Even if Wan Jian knew about it later, he would still understand what happened just now?

But he said it was taken seriously, and people said it, and everything was done. When it was spread, it seemed that Qingyun Sect respected his teachers and respected the Tao.

"You want to save me too, but I have to ask for death by myself." Zheng Tong said terrified. I really want to recall this pig teammate again. Maybe with that guy in Qingyun Sect, the overall intelligence can be reduced.

"Hey, that Taoist brother, their leader Zheng Tong hasn't given you Yue Shuyi to Wudang yet. If you want to go back, you will have a sect." Wan Jian quickly interrupted Master Yang's words.

"Yuzhuba." Qingyun and the eight others pinched their noses and recognized them like they ate a fly.

Yue Shu brought Zhou Yixian's forged document to ascend the throne and showed it to everyone: "Look, is it worth it?"

"It's complicated. Is Brother Tiancheng Dao's body right there? He forged a will to pass on the throne, but he took my finger and pressed a handprint. That's right!"

"It's really scary." Zhenyu nodded and expressed his fear before.

"Are they not sick? Old Zhou is from your Wudang Sect. If you want to fight, you can also use the banner of Wudang. Besides, Wan Jian sneered: "Their ancestor Qing Yunzi, is he a liar himself? Do you still recognize the historical facts?"

Daoxuan was speechless when he saw the two uncles' eyes. You two were just jealous that I was smarter than you.

"Ah..."

"Are you saying the truth?" Wan Jian blinked innocently, "I'm afraid, he will die if he dies. Before he dies, he will come to you Wudang."

"This is OK. He is justified and justified. In the future, the Xiao family will believe it. Why is it because he, Yue Shu, is the head of the sect? Is there a decree for the leader of the sect? Not to mention that he, Yue Shuyi, kill his junior brother, then he will come to Xiaobao by himself?"

Only then did the eight people in Qingyun Sect realize that Yue Shu was already in the same place.

Wan Jian waved his hand, "Tai Chi Xuanqing Dao was created by Qingye, and I know again. What does Qingyun look like after Qingye? They also understand that it can allow a group of bandits and bandits to occupy the mountain. If I have any skills, I learned Qingyunzi's ability to use feudal superstition to commit fraud."

But then he was surprised with Zhenyu and Yue Shu, "I think it was because of the Qingyun ancestor, but the inheritance of the lineage has not yet been settled. Take it seriously, take it seriously..."

Zheng Tong:6

Uncle Yang's eyes showed sadness. Those were bad children. They died in the battle between the good and the demons, but they died outside our beloved leader. They also knew what it would feel like after death.

What Yue Shu was talking about was a very realistic problem. Cang Song didn't think so during the eight hundred years. Even after the end, even Shang Zhengliang, Zeng Shuchang and others did not believe it.

Before listening, Uncle Yang stood there blankly. After a long time of destruction, he said with a slutty smile: "So that's it. It's bad. It's bad. It's bad and endangeres the devil in the sky. Whatever his identity and no achievements, he should be killed with one sword."

Qingyun and the eight people stopped him, so they could only watch Uncle Yang's body bounced from the ground by Yue Shu's true energy, and then stopped, and...

"Wan Jianyi, what do you think?"

The eight Qingyun members were relieved and worried, "I can cheat you in the name of your Qingyun Ancestor, right?"

Open your eyes again...

Zhenyu said halfway through, saying that he was going up.

The flesh under Yue Shu's face was twitching, calming down for a long time, then she said, "Wan Jianyi, Qingyun Gate does not have a restaurant in Heyang City. How about giving you 70% of your sluts?"

"Junior Brother Yang, Jianyi..." Uncle Yang had a chance, so he could only lick his face and laughed at Wan Jian.

Yue Shu's eyelids twitched when she heard it. What was the saying, and you would kill the four clans. Isn't that a metaphor?

Then he slapped Zheng Tong in the front of the head and said angrily: "Zheng Tong, he is a fool, it's fine if he kills you, why did he kill his junior brother? He just killed a demonic person, and even sentenced me to death?"

It was very slow, and a stream of light fell down the Tongtian Peak. At Yue Shu's speed, he traveled around 1,800 yuan, and it took him a long time to use it.

"Ah?" Qingyun and the eight others moved their eyes away from Uncle Yang in shock, and looked at Yue Shu like a ghost in the sun: "Yes, ah? Ah?"

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Eight days ago, Qingyun Sect convened a small dictionary for passing the throne, and Uncle Yang stepped down as head of the sect in public and passed the position of head to Zheng Tong.

Uncle Yang sat down strongly against the pillar of the ancestor's ancestral hall, "Zhen Yun is right, you can really be the leader of Qingyun."

"Jianyi!" Uncle Yang looked at his beloved disciple in shock, stared at his eyes and asked Wan Jian: "Old Yang, what's going on?"

"Yes, Brother Tian Chengdao, he died once on the Rising Day and could become the leader of Qingyun again. If he wanted to be an elder with you, what if he was an elder?"

Um?

Yue Shu was very enthusiastic about selling: "You told him that you are not in Wudang, and Zhou Yixian, this is the bad guy who does it. You can measure characters and look at the face of the situation, feng shui, massage and bone correction, fortune-telling, engraving and writing. These are all bad guys, and others will definitely see it! The fees are very fair. In view of the relationship between our two families, you can give him a 40% discount!"

In addition to Tian Shiyi and his wife and Shui Yue, who knew the truth, we and even the elders of the masters all did a few trivial things in front of Zheng Tong as the head of the sect, leading the Qingyun Sect to prosper and be in a mess, which made Zheng Tong's new head from the bottom of his heart.

"What are you doing? You also said that Qingyun Sect and I, Wudang, are all dressed in a row, and they are all in the same air. Qingyun will change their new heads. You have to prepare for the heads to ascend the throne for him!"

The air flow as I walked around actually made Wan Jian's figure gradually dissipate.

"This is his death. Since he can pass the throne alive, why should I be justified and obedient?"

"Ah?" Yue Shu was full of confusion. What's the advantage? Where did you touch him?

At that moment, Zheng Tong felt that being with Yue Shu was even more difficult to suppress than the backlash of the Zhuxian Sword of the hostility.

"It is definitely true. How can Qingyun disciples cultivate themselves and be upright? How can they be so imaginative that they are the same sect or their own master?" Zhenyu said naively.

From that moment on, Yue Shu officially became the head of Qingyun Sect.
Chapter completed!