The middle-aged man was named Fang Pingxuan, and he was the disciple of the predecessor of the sect leader. Because his talent was not too outstanding, the sect leader had already clearly stated many years ago that the position of the sect leader would not be passed to him in the future.
This is also to prevent him from thinking randomly and causing his mood to affect his practice.
Although he was destined to be unable to inherit the position of sect leader, Fang Pingxuan was upright and had a very high reputation in Nanli Sect. Even the two elders dared not offend him easily.
"Uncle Qiu, Uncle Chang, my Nanli Sect has been in decline for thousands of years. It was only after a few days that someone had learned the Nine Heavens Illusion Thunder Sword, and they were also four disciples. This is exactly what my Nanli Sect shines and regains its former glory.
It’s a great opportunity. If you keep Junior Brother Zhou, Junior Brother Lin and Junior Sister Yu from the inner sect, what’s the difference between being wasted?
If we miss such an opportunity and watch our Nanli Sect continue to decline like this, how can we be worthy of the ancestors of Nanli Sect and how can we be worthy of the instructions of the Sect Master when he was dying!" Fang Pingxuan said seriously.
"Senior Brother Fang is right. Junior Brother Zhou and Junior Brother Lin have such talent. Why can't they become inner disciples?"
"If even such talent is not qualified to become an inner disciple, when will our Nanli Sect have a day to stand out and when will our former glory be restored?"
"If our Nanli Sect missed such a talent and missed this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to rise, and then when we arrived in the nine springs, what would we look like to meet the ancestors of all generations!" With Fang Pingxuan taking the lead, the other disciples' concerns became much smaller.
He also said verbally, even the disciples of the Technological Sect are no exception.
Gu Fenghua nodded in his heart. This sect is not helpless. Maybe one day, it will really recreate its previous glory.
Even his disciples openly opposed it and did not give him the elder's face at all. The swing sword was so angry that his lips trembled. This is no longer a question of whether Zhou Siqin and others can become inner disciples, but a question of the face of his elders.
"I don't believe it anymore. I am the elder of the Skills. It's fine if I can't control Han Yangshu, but I can't control a few abandoned disciples who are still not dry!" Swing Jian made up his mind and was about to speak again.
However, before he could make a sound, he was pulled by Chang Wanfa.
"My Nanli Sect is different from other sects. You must not infringe on public anger." Chang Wanfa winked and reminded in a low voice.
The swing sword hit Ji Ze Ze, and suddenly calmed down. Compared with other sects, the history of Nanli Sect is too long and the past is too glorious. When it comes to the glory of the past, all the disciples of the sect are proud of it.
Revitalizing the sect and recreating the glory of the past was also the lifelong wish of disciples of the Nanli Sect. From ancient times to the present, I don’t know how many disciples worked hard for this goal, and even sacrificed their lives for it.
Now Zhou Siqin and others have proved their qualifications and strength. If he insists on being stubborn and pushing them out of the inner sect, it would be a match for the Nanli Sect and the ancestors of the sect.
Once he gets angry, maybe even the elder, he, will rush down, and then he will be completely covered in face.
"Cough, cough, what Mr. Fang said is very true. Zhou Siqin, Lin Ye, Yu Le'er and others have such talent, is a great blessing for me, Nanli Sect. I announce that I will bring them to the inner sect."
Seeing that the swing sword suppressed the anger, Chang Wanfa quickly said.