Jun Wushuang walked out with his hands behind his back, his eyes swept over everyone indifferently, and finally settled on Lu Qingshan.
Lu Qingshan's talent and strength are not weak.
He was originally the second most powerful among the disciples of the inheritance, second only to Bai Jingyao.
Since Bai Jing's death, he not only became the number one disciple of the inheritance, but he also seized the opportunity to practice quickly and reached the ninth level of the Heavenly King Realm.
Among the younger generation of Xuanhuang Holy Land, apart from the saint Xiao Chenyu, he is the strongest.
If the position of the Holy Son is truly canonized, he has the greatest hope.
But now, Jun Wushuang airborne, which made him extremely resentful.
The previous large-scale protests were also instigated by him.
Now that he saw that Holy Lord Xuanhuang had no way to go, he changed his target and pointed the finger at Jun Wushuang himself.
"How dare you call us dogs!"
Before Lu Qingshan could speak, a curly-haired woman next to him couldn't help but scolded him.
The curly-haired woman is named Xie Feifei, and she is also a disciple of the Xuanhuang Holy Land.
And she has always admired Lu Qingshan.
This time Lu Qingshan took the lead in making trouble, and she was a loyal follower.
"Jun Wushuang, who do you think you are? A country bumpkin from a small place dares to make noises with us."
"If you were not favored by the Holy Lord, what qualifications do you have to enter the Xuanhuang Holy Land, and what qualifications do you have to stand with us."
"Now you are not only ungrateful, but you are also so arrogant. I really don't know the heights of heaven and earth."
"Let me tell you, the Holy Spirit wants to make you the Holy Son of Xuanhuang, but none of us agree."
"You don't even look at yourself in the mirror and see how poor you are, yet you still have the guts to get involved in the position of the Holy Son."
"Let me tell you, if you really want to canonize Saint Xuanhuang, you should also canonize Senior Brother Lu. You are not qualified at all."
"If you are sensible, please resign to the Holy Lord honestly and recommend Senior Brother Lu as the Holy Son. If not, all of us will unite against you!"
Xie Feifei scolded her head and face.
She had long disliked Jun Wushuang.
Now she was trying to snatch away Senior Brother Lu's position as the Holy Son, which caused the old and new hatreds in her heart to explode together.
At this time, he was standing next to Lu Qingshan, with his hands on his hips, looking fierce.
"Feifei is right, you are not qualified to be the Holy Son."
"This is not what I mean alone, but what everyone means."
"So you should hurry up and make it clear to the Holy Master, otherwise don't blame us for not giving you face. When the time comes for the canonization ceremony, you will not be able to get off the stage!"
The corners of Lu Qingshan's mouth curled up slightly, and he glanced sideways at Jun Wushuang, feeling confident and confident.
He knew that Jun Wushuang was very strong.
He also knew that if he faced Jun Wushuang, he might not be his opponent.
But this time, he has the support of tens of thousands of disciples. At this time, he represents all the disciples of Xuanhuang Holy Land.
He didn't believe that no matter how arrogant Jun Wushuang was, he could still fight against all his disciples?
"So, you all don't agree with me being the Holy Son?"
Jun Wushuang smiled and glanced at everyone.
Even though thousands of people were killed and injured in the Ten Thousand Demon Mountains, the number of disciples in Xuanhuang Holy Land has reached as many as 30,000.
At this time, all these disciples gathered together, and the crowd was filled with majestic momentum.
"We don't agree!"
Thirty thousand disciples shouted in unison, the sound shook the heaven and the earth, and the terrifying sound wave made people's eardrums sting, making it unbearable.
"You heard it!"
"This is public opinion. No matter how strong you are, you can't fight against all of us."
"If we don't agree with the position of Holy Son Xuanhuang, then you can't even think of taking it."
"Now, if you don't bow your head quickly, otherwise you will arouse public anger and your end will be tragic!"
Lu Qingshan stretched out his hand and looked arrogant.
With so many people supporting him, he dared not even hold a large-scale protest, let alone use the opportunity to crush Jun Wushuang.
No matter how strong Jun Wushuang is, he is still far from being able to compare with Holy Lord Xuanhuang!
"The most important thing in life is to be self-aware!"
Xie Feifei folded her arms and sneered, looking at Jun Wushuang as if she were looking at an ant that could be crushed to death at any time.
"In terms of talent, Senior Brother Lu possesses the Zhenyue Imperial Body, and has already completed the Imperial Body. Now he is only twenty-five years old, and he is already at the ninth level of the Heavenly King Realm. He may sense the power of space at any time and break through to the Martial Emperor Realm."
"In terms of strength, you are indeed somewhat capable, but Senior Brother Lu is extremely skilled in swordsmanship, mastering both the will of the sword and the will of the sword. He has even surpassed the level and defeated a strong man in the Martial Emperor Realm."
"In terms of background, Senior Brother Lu is the son of an elder, and he is my second senior brother in Xuanhuang Holy Land. His status is much higher than yours."
"Whether it is talent, strength or background, Senior Brother Lu is far above you. What qualifications do you have to be the Holy Son of Xuanhuang?"
"Just because you defeated Bai Jingyao? Or because you trapped thousands of fellow brothers in the Ten Thousand Demon Mountains?"
Xie Feifei looked at Jun Wushuang with a playful expression, and her words were even more aggressive.
The other disciples also had smiles on their faces, obviously very happy to see Jun Wushuang defeated.
After all, Lu Qingshan was someone they were familiar with, but Jun Wushuang came by air.
Their hearts are naturally unbalanced.
But this time, they were outnumbered and felt that nothing would happen. After all, the law did not punish the crowd.
If Jun Wushuang can be suppressed, his arrogance can also be extinguished, so that he will not really think that everyone is afraid of him.
"Senior Brother Lu and Senior Sister Xie are right. You are not qualified to be our Holy Son. Where did you come from? Go back to where you came from. Don't be embarrassed here anymore!"
"It's just that a country bumpkin from a small place wants to be our Holy Son. He is really wishful thinking. Get out of the Holy Land immediately. We don't welcome you."
"Get out! Get out!"
Angry voices kept coming from the crowd, clamoring for Jun Wushuang to get out of Xuanhuang Holy Land.
In the end, the clamor became continuous and the momentum was astonishing.
"You heard it!"
"Everyone dislikes you. Only Senior Brother Lu is the only candidate for the Holy Son in our minds."
"If we don't agree with this Holy Son, you won't be able to accept him."
"Of course, apart from the Holy Son, if you want to stay in Xuanhuang Holy Land, there is no chance."
"As long as you kneel down now, kowtow and beg for mercy, promise not to be arrogant in the future, keep your tail between your legs and be a good person, and listen to us honestly, we will not be able to let you go and let you continue to stay in the Holy Land."
"You only have one chance. It depends on whether you can seize it. I count three seconds. If you don't kneel down and beg for mercy, even the gods can't save you!"
"three!"
"two!"
"one!"
Xie Feifei looked bitter and mean, and deliberately made things difficult for Jun Wushuang.
But she just said one word.
A palm quickly enlarged in her eyes.
Snapped!
The next moment, Xie Feifei was whipped out and her blood was scattered in the sky.