Outside the main hall, disciples of the Tianhai Sword Sect were standing, ranging from the top masters of each lineage to the disciples who were just starting out in each lineage. They stood in twelve distinct rows, clearly visible at a glance.
Leng Feiqiong stood on the steps of the main hall, with cold eyes and indifferent expression, standing like a fairy statue.
The disciples looked over curiously, feeling both surprised and happy at Leng Feiqiong's appearance, and then a little angry, but also a little familiar and kind.
Leng Feiqiong used to stand so coldly and proudly, and they were all familiar with her behavior, words and deeds, every look in her eyes, and even the tone of her words.
When Zhao Qianjun was the head of the house, he imitated her and stood on the steps, but they all felt awkward.
Now seeing Leng Feiqiong standing there again, they felt relieved.
This position is indeed where Leng Feiqiong should stand, and everyone else doesn't like it.
Xu Qingluo and four others were standing not far away.
Opening his mind, he looked at the Tianhai Sword Sect disciples outside the hall and assessed their cultivation.
These are only the disciples inside Haitian Cliff, excluding the disciples walking outside. They are only one-tenth of the disciples of Tianhai Sword Sect, but they already number in the thousands.
Leng Feiqiong spoke slowly, with a clear voice, and said calmly: "I'm back again. I was chosen by everyone."
Everyone immediately started buzzing and talking, and they were amazed.
Leng Feiqiong said: "A year ago, I felt that the leader of the Tianhai Sword Sect was too tired and annoying. He would be trapped in Haitian Cliff for the rest of his life. Being trapped in the position of the leader is tantamount to going to jail."
Everyone's discussion subsided and they looked at her.
Leng Feiqiong said: "This life is very short, and I don't want to waste it in such a waste, so I chose to get married and entered the palace and became a noble concubine."
Everyone's faces darkened.
Leng Feiqiong shook his head and said: "But after becoming a royal concubine, I realized that the palace is even more boring and boring, not as good as Haitian Cliff, so I came back."
Everyone was furious.
Leng Feiqiong said: "I didn't expect that you would be the leader before me. You also know my temperament. I will do my duty and will never be falsely modest or polite."
Everyone started talking again.
They originally thought that the selection this time was only within the faction, so they filled in Leng Feiqiong to ridicule the fact that the faction was leaderless and had no real powerful person with authority.
This shows that the Tianhai Sword Sect is too incompetent.
But I never expected that Leng Feiqiong would really come back.
At this moment, the result of their recommendation became true. Leng Feiqiong really became the leader of the Tianhai Sword Sect again. It was simply a huge joke, ridiculous and ridiculous.
Leng Feiqiong snorted: "What's more, the leader of Tianhai Sword Sect is really not something ordinary people can do. Zhao Qianjun is already smart, but the result is a mess!"
Everyone's faces suddenly turned ugly.
There is no way to deny this.
The leader of Zhao Qianjun really did not do a good job. The most important thing was that he was unable to be truly fair and equitable. He always felt guilty and short of breath, and could not be strong enough. As a result, the twelve meridians began to lose balance and began to fight among themselves.
Leng Feiqiong said: "Since I have become the leader, I will perform my duties as the leader. From today on, the rules that I used to be the leader will be restored. All the rules set by Zhao Qianjun are invalid."
She cast her clear eyes on the leader of a certain platoon: "Elder Huang, did you hear that?"
The middle-aged man in charge has a handsome appearance, with a face like a crown of jade, and a figure like a jade tree in the wind. He is tall and slender, smiling and clasping his fists: "What do you mean, Master?"
Leng Feiqiong said calmly: "I heard that Zhao Qianjun gave you Baiquan Peak ten Qingyang Swords."
The middle-aged man Huang Wenfeng nodded and said: "It is true that ten Qingyang Swords were given to us."
"Why should we give you ten Qingyang Swords?" Leng Feiqiong asked.
Huang Wenfeng said: "Reward us at Baiquan Peak for our bravery in battle."
Leng Feiqiong shook his head slightly and said: "This merit is not recorded in the merit book, and it does not count."
Huang Wenfeng's face became serious and he said: "Doesn't it count?"
Leng Feiqiong said: "Contributions that are not recognized by the sect cannot be rewarded. This is a rule. You don't know it, right?"
Huang Wenfeng's face became even more gloomy, and he said coldly: "Isn't it appropriate for the leader to say this? We did indeed kill the disciples of the Demon Sect, and the disciples were also injured as a result."
Leng Feiqiong shook his head and said: "If it is not recorded in the merit book, it will not be counted as merit."
Huang Wenfeng turned to look at the other eleven lineage elders.
Their faces were solemn and their eyes flickered.
They knew that Leng Feiqiong was strong and tough, but they didn't expect that Leng Feiqiong would attack with a knife and set three fires even though he was not the new leader.
They seemed to see their twelve meridians being squeezed out of breath again, and they could only obey orders honestly, and they really didn't want to go back to that situation again.
Although Zhao Qianjun could not be fair and just when he was the leader, he was at least more tolerant and delegated more power to each of the twelve branches. The power of the leader was greatly reduced.
This allows them to taste the beauty of power, and naturally they don't want to let it go.
So the most important thing is to force Leng Feiqiong to be honest, to inherit Zhao Qianjun's way of doing things, and not to take back his power.
But Leng Feiqiong immediately took away power when he came up, showing his tough nature.
Xu Qingluo, the four of them breathed lightly.
They saw everyone in the field tensed up and looked at Leng Feiqiong and Huang Wenfeng. It was obvious that this was a crucial confrontation, and the matter was of great importance, not just about the ten Qingyang Swords.
Fakong stood on the lotus pond of the Sutra Pavilion, looking over here and looking at it with a smile.
Leng Feiqiong glanced at Huang Wenfeng, smiled faintly, glanced at the other disciples, and said slowly: "All meritorious deeds must be verified by the execution hall and recorded in the merit book before they are official merits. This is our Tianhai Sword Sect's
Do you all know the foundation of the establishment of the sect?"
Everyone nodded in silence.
Leng Feiqiong said: "If this foundation is destroyed, everyone's merits will be at risk of being stolen and deprived of them. Today you can steal other people's merits, then tomorrow others can steal your merits. What do you think?
?"
Huang Wenfeng said solemnly: "What do you mean, Master? We have not stolen other people's merits!"
Leng Feiqiong shook his head gently: "What is your meritorious service? Then you have to ask the punishment hall. I only know that if it is not recorded in the merit book, it is not considered a formal meritorious service and cannot be rewarded."
Huang Wenfeng gritted his teeth: "Does the leader really want to do this?"
Leng Feiqiong said: "Why, Elder Huang, do you want to destroy this foundation?"
She let out a chuckle, shook her head and said: "Let me ask all the disciples if they are willing, and ask the disciples of Baiquan Peak if they are willing!"
Huang Wenfeng fell silent, his eyes as bright as flames.
He knew that the ten Qingyang Swords were indeed very important, but for the disciples of Baiquan Peak, it was even more important that the merit system was destroyed, and they could not lose the big because of the small.
These ten Qingyang swords were allocated by Zhao Qianjun in order to bribe him. Unfortunately, he was a step too slow and could not wait to get them before welcoming Leng Feiqiong back to the mountain.
Leng Feiqiong's eyes fell on the leader of the other row and said lightly: "Elder Zheng..."
The burly middle-aged man clasped his fists and said solemnly: "What are your orders, Master?"