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Chapter 3 Who Said I'm Dead

The scene before her eyes also made Lin Xiyao feel incredible.

Picking flowers and flying leaves, killing people at your fingertips!

Even the sword pavilion elders in the Yuan Qi realm can't do such a terrifying method.

Even though Lin Xiao had no cultivation, Lin Xiyao felt strange for some reason.

She felt that Lin Xiao was stronger than before.

Not only his strength, but also his momentum and confidence. It seemed that in his eyes, this whole world was under his control.

In an instant, Lin Xiyao was stunned and didn't even notice that her cheeks were stained with a seductive blush!

"Brother Lin, I was just joking with Xiyao just now, why should you take it to heart?" A line of cold sweat broke out on Ye Yunchuan's forehead, and he gave Lin Xiao a forced smile.

However, although he was begging for mercy, a cold light flashed deep in his eyes.

"Are you kidding?"

Lin Xiao raised the corners of his mouth slightly, as if he could see through Ye Yunchuan at a glance.

He suddenly stretched out his left hand and locked Ye Yunchuan's right arm with a mysterious technique. He raised his wrist and Ye Yunchuan's right arm immediately made a cracking sound.

At the same time, a cold steel sword was also exposed, held in Ye Yunchuan's right palm.

The sudden change made Lin Xiyao cover her mouth. It turned out that Ye Yunchuan just pretended to show weakness, but secretly wanted to plot against Lin Xiao.

"Brother Lin, this is a misunderstanding, I..." Ye Yunchuan screamed secretly, not caring about the stinging pain in his right arm, and begged for mercy loudly.

But is his plea for mercy useful?

Whoosh!

Lin Xiao snatched Ye Yunchuan's stainless steel sword, flicked his arm, and the blade instantly cut off Ye Yunchuan's right arm, causing blood to fly.

"The rules of the Sword Pavilion are that anyone who plots against a fellow sect will have his arm cut off."

Before he finished speaking, Lin Xiao waved his arm again.

The sword light flashed past, and Ye Yunchuan's left arm was cut off.

"As for this left arm, it is the price you paid for trying to molest Xiyao."

Lin Xiao looked at Ye Yunchuan expressionlessly, retracted his sword, and suddenly kicked out his right foot, hitting Ye Yunchuan's abdomen accurately.

boom!

Ye Yunchuan flew backwards and fell several meters away. The blood stains were so dazzling on the silvery snow.

"Lin Xiao, you, you actually destroyed my Dantian?" Ye Yunchuan's mouth was stained with blood, and he was no longer as arrogant as before.

Now, his arms are broken and his Dantian has been kicked to pieces. He is no different from trash.

Even worse than trash!

"It's all useless, do you think this makes any sense?"

Lin Xiao walked up to Ye Yunchuan with no trace of mercy in his eyes. Ye Yunchuan deserved such an end.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

At this time, a bell suddenly rang deep in the Jiange, melodious and clear.

"The bell rang, and the conference started. It seems that the Jiange Conference has already begun." Lin Xiao muttered in his heart, and then said to Ye Yunchuan: "Come on, follow me to the ancestral hall."

"What?"

Ye Yunchuan's body was trembling wildly and he said hysterically: "You lost both my arms and even my Dantian was shattered. If not treated in time, I'm afraid I will bleed to death!"

"Then you should walk faster so as not to die on the roadside."

Lin Xiao spoke coldly, and the corners of his mouth curved like an evil charm.

…………

Jiange is one of the four major forces in Qingyang City, covering a vast area with countless pavilions and pavilions.

Passing through the winding and complicated corridors, you can see a magnificent palace in your field of vision.

This is where the ancestral hall is located.

In the ancestral hall, a man in green clothes with a resolute face was sitting in the position of the master of the pavilion, with a majestic air between his eyebrows. He did not move or speak, but gave people a sense of calmness.

But his right arm was empty, and it was obvious that one arm had been severed.

Moreover, the man's face was ashen, and his whole body exuded a weak aura, as if he would faint at any time, he was very weak.

Beneath the man in green clothes stood a Yin Zhe man, with a sinister smile on his lips from time to time.

He is the second elder of Jiange, Ye Tong, and this man in green is the master of Jiange, Lin Xiao's father, Lin Changyuan.

Since Lin Changyuan fell ill, it was difficult to handle all the affairs of Jiange. At this time, Ye Tong used his status as an elder to continuously take over the power of Jiange and secretly accumulated a large number of contacts.

It is no exaggeration to say that although Ye Tong does not have the name of Pavilion Master, the power in his hands has already surpassed that of Lin Changyuan.

"Pavilion Master, the candidate for Pavilion Master has been vacant for four years since Lin Xiao disappeared. In the past four years, your health has been getting worse day by day. If this continues, Jiange will definitely decline. Therefore, the candidate for Pavilion Master has been re-registered.

People are the most important thing."

"Looking at the entire Jiange, only my son, Ye Yunshan, is qualified to be a candidate for the pavilion leader. I also asked the pavilion leader to step down from the position of pavilion leader in public and appoint Ye Yunshan as a candidate for the pavilion leader."

Ye Tong got straight to the point. His words were not like suggestions, but more like orders.

Behind Ye Tong, there were more than a dozen people standing, all of them were Jiange elders.

These people did not raise any objection to Ye Tong's words. Obviously, they had already been bribed and attached to Ye Tong.

"Ye Yunshan's talent is good, and his cultivation has reached the sixth level of pulse condensation. However, are you too anxious to let him be the candidate for the pavilion leader?" At this time, an objection sounded.

The person who spoke was an old man with a white beard. He looked at Ye Yunshan behind Ye Tong with a trace of disgust in his eyes.

Ye Yunshan and Ye Yunchuan, these two brothers have a very bad reputation. They have relied on Ye Tong's identity many times to ignore the sect rules and bully the disciples. If the Jiange falls into their hands, it will definitely decline.

"Great Elder, my talent is enough to inherit Jiange. Is it possible that you have other candidates besides me?" Ye Yunshan is dressed in white. Although he is not as fat as Ye Yunchuan, his face is ugly and disgusting.

At this time, many disciples from Jiange were gathering outside the ancestral hall.

When they heard Ye Yunshan's words, they all clenched their fists, their faces filled with unwillingness and anger.

"This Ye Yunshan is too arrogant. He doesn't treat us as human beings just because he has some talent."

"Who gave him a good father? With the power of the second elder, I'm afraid the pavilion master won't be able to resist."

"It would be great if Lin Xiao had not disappeared. With his talent, he would definitely be able to easily defeat Ye Yunshan and keep his qualifications as a candidate for Pavilion Master."

The disciples talked in low voices, and when they talked about Lin Xiao, they all sighed.

"Ye Yunshan, you are too presumptuous!"

Anger welled up on the face of the great elder, and he shouted with his halberd finger: "Disciples have no right to participate in the Jiange Conference. Get out of here immediately."

"I am already a candidate for Pavilion Leader, why am I not qualified to participate?" Ye Yunshan ignored the great elder's anger and said bluntly that he was already a candidate for Pavilion Leader and was simply disrespectful.

"Pavilion Master, give the order." Ye Tong did not even look at the great elder from beginning to end, and continued to press Lin Changyuan.

"You people are so brave. In your eyes, do you still have the master of the pavilion!" The great elder was furious, his whole face turned red with anger. The behavior of Ye Tong and Ye Yunshan was tantamount to bandits. They wanted to destroy the sword pavilion.

Just snatch it away.

However, except for him, the other elders had already been bribed by Ye Tong, and they chose to acquiesce without saying a word.

"Great Elder, please step aside first."

At this time, Lin Changyuan, who had been silent for a long time, spoke.

He stood up with difficulty, raised his eyes, there was helplessness on his face, but more of it was determination. He looked directly at Ye Tong and said: "The rules of the Jiange are that if the candidate has not inherited the Jiange for four years, he can be re-registered as a candidate.

Man, Second Elder, have you forgotten this?"

"Of course I haven't forgotten it." Ye Tong also looked directly at Lin Changyuan and said with a sneer: "There are only seven days until the four-year period. Does the Pavilion Master still have illusions?"

"A person who has been missing for four years has no news at all. He is probably dead in the wasteland and his body cannot be found. I didn't expect that there are still people who have illusions. It's really ridiculous."

Ye Yunshan sneered, his voice so loud that it echoed throughout the ancestral hall.

Not only him, but Ye Tong and all the elders also sneered, as if they had heard a big joke.

They had long forgotten the name Lin Xiao, especially Ye Tong. On the day Lin Xiao disappeared, he knew that Lin Xiao was dead and fell off a cliff with no bones left.

Otherwise, he would not dare to openly seize the power of Jiange.

"Pavilion Master, I advise you to stop deceiving yourself. Lin Xiao is already dead. A dead person is not qualified to be a candidate for Pavilion Master." Ye Tong looked at Lin Changyuan with pitiful eyes, and his words became even colder.

However, the moment he finished speaking, a cold wind suddenly blew into the ancestral hall, causing Ye Tong to shiver.

"Who said I was dead?"

Almost at the same time, a voice suddenly sounded.

Following these words, a young man wearing a black robe appeared in everyone's sight.

This young man, with a resolute face and a long stainless steel sword in his hand, walked into the ancestral hall step by step through the cold wind and snow. His temperament was awe-inspiring, as if he were the master of heaven and earth, looking down on all living things!


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