Seeing that the two elders were giving in, it was logical that they would give in as soon as they got along, but Fang Chang didn't think so.
He curled up the corner of his mouth, revealed a somewhat mocking smile, and said sarcastically:
"Do you really think that my eldest brother cares about this position as the leader of the sect?"
"If I hadn't seen that the Lingjian Sect building was about to collapse, and if I hadn't been grateful for the kindness of Master Qin, my eldest brother wouldn't have come out to take over this mess."
"I'll give you time to investigate. Do you really still have time?"
"How long can the Spirit Sword Sect last, one month, three months, or half a year?!!!"
"Without the Qin Sect Master, who among you can take up the reputation of the Spirit Sword Sect? Who of you dares to pat your chest and guarantee that you can stop the covetousness of those wolves, tigers and leopards outside?"
"Is it you? Or you?"
Fang Chang pointed his fingers one by one, and none of the people he clicked dared to look at him.
"Are you still not awake now?
Do you have to wait until people from outside break in, wait until the Spirit Sword Sect falls apart, and wait until the glory of the Spirit Sword Sect is destroyed before you wake up?"
As soon as these words came out, neither of the two elders dared to continue the conversation.
It's the doorkeeper's wife who wants to say something.
I saw a Peng Ke appear among the group of disciples.
"Is that all he can do?"
"If we regard him as the master of the sect, can he do what you said?"
Although there are voices of doubt, this is not a concept of stealing.
Just now, everyone was still debating whether Li Hu was qualified to be the sect leader, but now it has directly escalated to the question of whether Li Hu can support the Spirit Sword Sect after he becomes the sect leader.
So sometimes good or bad words depend on the circumstances.
Fang Chang showed a smile in his eyes and stepped back decisively.
The script has been written long ago, now it’s up to Li Hu to perform.
Li Hu took a deep breath, strode forward, and made his declaration as the new sect leader in front of everyone:
"Give me time, and I will never lose to my master!"
"If anyone is dissatisfied, please speak with a sword!"
Li Hu reached out and made a move, and the flying sword came into his hand. The sword's brilliant light illuminated the main hall.
At the same time, the pressure of the foundation-building monks passed by like a strong wind, creating a circle of ripples and blowing the corners of everyone's clothes.
Fang Chang had already inquired about it.
The two elders of the Spirit Sword Sect, one in the early stage of foundation building and the other in the middle stage of foundation building, both came here on their own initiative.
When Qin Jing saw that the two of them were obedient, he accepted them and gave them the position of elder.
Don't look at the majesty of these two elders.
On weekdays, when Qin Jing was still around, the two elders were so humble that even the previous young master could ride on their necks.
Even at the expense of the majesty of his own foundation-building monk, he fought in public many times and lost to the young sect leader. This only gave the young sect leader the confidence to be invincible at the same level.
So it's okay to let them fight for power, but when it comes to a life-and-death battle, one of them counts, they are all brothers.
See Li Hu's picture and see the poor dagger.
The two elders looked at each other, as if to say, how about you come?
Then both of them shook their heads.
Only fools get involved.
Isn't it good to talk?
So they took a step back decisively: "I'll give you some time, but how long?"
"Now that this little brother has revealed the hidden dangers of the Spirit Sword Sect, you should know that our Spirit Sword Sect doesn't have much time left."
Li Hu recalled the lines given to him by Fang Chang, with a serious face and cherished his words like gold.
"Three years!"
As for why it's not two years, it's not four years either.
The square length means that this number is more auspicious.
"Three years?"
The two elders looked hesitant.
You must know that their sect leader is only one step away from the peak of foundation building of Jindan. Li Hu dared to threaten to surpass him in three years.
This is not just self-confidence, it is simply arrogance.
But he dared to say this, and he was somewhat sure of it.
Perhaps the broken ship of the Spirit Sword Sect can wait for a while, and it will only last about three years.
As for who is the leader, they actually don't mind.
At this moment.
Another voice appeared.
"How dare an outsider be so presumptuous!"
"You two are also useless!"
"Junior sister, I told you a long time ago that if you ask me to take action, do these two old guys still dare to resist?"
I saw a disciple from the Spirit Sword Sect walking out from behind the sect master's wife. A look on his face revealed the image of a mature uncle with a handsome face.
"Changsong Sect, Zhou Renjie."
The two elders were called trash and looked ugly, but they also recognized who this person was.
The Changsong Sect is also a sect in the Liuyun Mountains, and is slightly less powerful than the Lingjian Sect. Each sect has five foundations, and Zhou Renjie is one of them.
Of course, this was before.
Now with the death of the leader of the Qin Sect, the strength of the Changsong Sect is suddenly several times higher than that of the Lingjian Sect.
The sect leader’s wife is the sister of the leader of the Changsong Sect.
In order to unite the Lingjian Sect, the Changsong Sect also expressed sincerity to Qin Jing and specially married the leader's sister.
At this moment, with Qin Jing's death, someone from the Changsong Sect is also eyeing the Lingjian Sect.
The reason why the wife of the sect leader dares to fight for her daughter's position is because she has the support of her mother's family.
"Okay, the Changsong Sect dares to interfere in the internal affairs of our Spirit Sword Sect. It seems that your wolfish ambitions have finally been exposed."
Elder Wan sneered again and again.
Another elder decisively offered his hand to Li Hu and said:
"Master Sect Master, this person is exactly one of the jackals this little brother mentioned. Please take action, Master Sect Master, to show the majesty of the Spirit Sword Sect!"
Li Hu looked at Fang Chang, still asking with his eyes.
Is this also what you arranged?
Fang Chang shook his head gently.
Although there were a few surprises in the script, things seemed to be going more smoothly.
No, a wallflower elder has fallen over.
But the premise is that Li Hu can defeat this middle-aged handsome guy who seems to be having an affair with the former housekeeper's wife.
He also held up his hands and said, "Brother, please take action."
Li Hu understood immediately.
With a glance, the sword light wrapped around him and turned into a stream of light and left the hall.
"Come out and fight!"
Zhou Renjie snorted coldly: "Aren't you afraid?!"
He stepped on a spiritual sword and also flew out of the hall, but in terms of image, he was quite different.
One is stepping on the flying sword, which is the art of weapon control; the other is using the sword to escape, which is the art of sword control.
Which one is better and which one is worse is clear at a glance.
A group of disciples, Wu Yang and Wu Yang, followed and squeezed out.
Fang Chang was walking leisurely behind him. The elder who just called him the master deliberately fell behind him and cupped his hands towards Fang Chang, showing a friendly smile.
"This little brother doesn't seem to be worried about the sect master at all?"
Fang Chang said with a smile: "My eldest brother is a man that even the Qin Sect Master considers dangerous. He is just a foundation-building monk, but he can't catch him easily."
"But you were quite opposed to it just now. Why are you calling the master now? Are you no longer opposed? My eldest brother is qualified?"
The elder showed a look of shame: "Hey, just now I was so obsessed that I didn't know the true face of the sect master. Now I wake up, isn't it too late?
The little brother seems to have a good relationship with the master of the sect. From now on, he will definitely say something nice in front of him for me."
As he said that, he skillfully grasped Fang Chang's hand.
Fang Chang glanced out of the corner of his eye.
Good guy, a top-grade spiritual stone!
He accepted it without leaving any trace, and his smile became warm.
"It's easy to talk about. I don't know this senior's surname, so I can mention it to my elder brother later."
The elder smiled reservedly: "Senior, I don't dare to take this on. My surname is Tang and my first name is Miao. If you don't mind, little brother, you can call me Old Tang or Brother Tang."
"It turns out to be Old Tang."
Fang Chang cupped his hands and sighed inwardly.
This Old Tang is really a talent.
Li Hu has never fought before, yet he dares to invest like this.
Of course, if Li Hu had never beaten him before, he probably wouldn't be able to keep his high-grade spiritual stone warm.
