In just a short moment, the three Yuan infant monks could not afford to fall to the ground, but Tao Zi may be more and more fled.

At this time, all the disciples of each peak arrived. They held the torch and were loud and loud, and there was an elder who came out.

The two elders are the same, and no one dares to do it easily.

Tao Zi got up hard, his eyes became colder.

Lan Yongji laughed and looked at the disciples of the four weeks, and his eyes were full of pride, and said: "You still don't get this sinner!"

The rest and other people have never moved. After drinking, the identity of Brother Lan Yongji's second brother has already died.

She looked at these or familiar or unfamiliar disciples, saying: "I did n’t think about it when I taught you before, there will be a day of seeing the swords and soldiers.”

Eleven stepped out and arched her hand towards her, and said, "Sister, Nor Nor did she think about it, but no matter what the ending, I still thank my sister for decades."

Seeing them in this hypocritical conversation, Lan Yongji's irritability said: "Eleven, what are you pretending to be there?"

Eleven sighed silently, and his attitude was still as respectful as before. He said: "The second brother is Mo Yu, the Ming Lanzong Mountain Gate has already set up Tian Luo Di.com, even if we don't come, the master and sister can't escape."

He did not know this, so he became more angry and cursed: "I think you just want to let her leave, and do not do it as soon as possible! Otherwise, there will be a mistake, no one can afford it." No one can afford it. "

Eleven sighed, the sword came out of the sheath, pointing to Tao Zi, the voice suddenly sank, and said: "Please arrest the fledgie Yue Yan with me."

The little ghost supports Tao Zi, and his eyes are stubborn: "Wait for a while!"

The disciples came out of the sword and pointed to Tao Zi silently. Some of them looked not right.

The sound of the hundred swords broke through the sky, and Cheng Wuqiu, who passed into the distance, and others.

Cheng Wuqiu clenched his fist, and his face was still indifferent: "They won't worry about it, you speed up, Qinglan can have three clocks to freeze to solve the matter here."

He told himself that the formation was not set at this moment, and should not be too eager.

A calm voice sounded: "Cheng Zhenjun, can we help?"

He looked back, and it was Yue Qingya and the monks arrived when they received the news. I never expected that there was a delusion.

Cheng Wuqiu was stunned: "How did the Lord of the Survival come? This is not a trivial matter.

Laughing with a delusion: "I am no longer a young master, and Jianzong will not care about my life and death. Cheng Zhenjun can call me delusion or delusion."

The people present were surprised to see it, and his smile remained unchanged.

Three hours ago, Jianzong

A Mahayana elder said anxiously: "Young Lord, please think twice!"

Kneeling in the hall, his expression was calm: "I have decided, and I also ask the Lord to abolish the position of the Lord of the Lord."

The master of Jianzong stood in front of him, his expression calm than him, and said, "I thought you can become a qualified young master."

"The disciples are useless." The delusion took a head, "The disciples have been chaotic and cannot lead Jianzong.

The prince looked at him, and finally made a little change in his expression, and sighed: "Your Tao is not chaotic, but you have made a choice between Zongmen and Dao."

His expression was dark, and he took another head again: "The disciples dare not set up the Gate in the danger.

The elder said angrily: "You have to think carefully. Do you really want to give up your position as the young sect leader for Yue Qiran?"

Huanxu shook his head and said in a calm and determined tone: "It's not because of Yue Qiran, it's because of my Tao and the teachings I've received over the past two hundred years. I can't stand to see innocent people being wronged and victimized again."

The elder's tone was gentler: "You can hide your identity. You don't have to go to such extreme. Besides, you can't save her even if you go."

"I'm not extreme. I just found out that I am not worthy of the position of the young sect leader, and I can't bear the status of the young sect leader to carry out actions that are opposed by the sect and bring trouble to the sect. As for whether I can be saved or not, I don't care, I just have to do it.

Things to do.”

The sect master looked at him, with a bit of smile in his eyes, and waved his hand, saying: "Let's go, from now on, the Sword Sect will no longer have Young Sect Master Luangxu, only Senior Brother Wang. But that fairy sword belongs to the Young Sect Master.

It's a status symbol, you need to hand it over."

The fairy sword was unsheathed all of a sudden, spinning around Huanxu.

Wangxu whispered: "I'm sorry."

Cough, there was a cough that could not be suppressed no matter how hard it was. Huanxu's face turned pale, blood fell from his lips, and the sword became dimmed.

He stroked the fairy sword. This sword had been with him for many years. It was like a best friend to him, but there were always choices.

He kowtowed solemnly again and said to his master and uncle in the main hall, who had taught him for many years and had high hopes for him, "I'm sorry."

The sect leader looked at this apprentice, finally helped him up, and said: "If you can come back alive, I will tell you the truth that the Sword Sect has watched for many years."

Hearing this sentence, Wang Xu felt relieved: "So everything happens for a reason, and the reason is not just the interests of Jianzong, not just Qinglan's strength, and not just the big war that will come when I don't know when?"

"nature."

The depression in his heart suddenly dissipated, he took a step back, bowed, and then walked out the door without hesitation.

A Mahayana elder stepped forward with an anxious expression: "Sect Master, Young Sect Master, this..."

The sect master raised his hand to stop him and said: "He is no longer the young sect master, he is just delusional."

Another elder sighed: "The resources that the sect has poured into him are not small, but now this is nothing."

An elder who had been silent suddenly said: "This is wrong. Master Wu has never failed to live up to our expectations."

The sect leader laughed, with satisfaction in his eyes, and said: "As a sect leader, I feel sorry for him, but as a master, Xiaoxu, my disciple, is my pride."

The elder also smiled and said: "If you forget your true intention, what's the point of cultivating immortality?"

Wangxu walked down the mountain step by step. Yue Qingya stood not far away and looked at him: "Fellow Taoist Wang, can you solve the problem?"

He nodded and smiled.

Yue Qingya asked again: "Expelled from the sect?"

"No, it's just to remove the position of the young sect leader. If I were expelled from the sect, I would be lying on the ground right now."

The young master of the Sword Sect cannot make arbitrary decisions and interfere in the affairs of the traitors of the Minglan Sect, but the senior brother of the Sword Sect can.

The Young Master of the Sword Sect acts on behalf of the Sword Sect, but the senior brother of the Sword Sect does not.
Chapter completed!