God-level rich man system

"The Master's decree!" Uncle Fu, who had escaped, replied in surprise, and then he saw the look of those Hu Beichao's subordinates ready to move, and immediately said angrily, "You son of a bitch, the sect master was not here before, now dare to rebel!"

Most of those subordinates were originally loyal to the Killing Yanmen rather than Hu Beichao, so they were also dejected after hearing these words.

At this moment, a person took a step forward and said angrily, "You useless things, the second hall master is raising you for nothing, me."

Before he could finish his sentence, a flash of lightning suddenly shot out, this man was not mediocre, he raised his hand and drew the knife in one blow.But he never expected that the ball of light was just a false move, Qin Xiaobao kicked him under the jaw with a swift kick, knocking him unconscious in an instant.

"Huh!" Qin Xiaobao reached out to catch the man's long knife falling from the air, and with two fingers in the middle of the food, he squeezed hard, and the thunder suddenly broke the long knife.

"The master's order, those who don't obey, such a knife!" Qin Xiaobao said coldly, it can be said that he has made a lot of bad faces.

On the other hand, the battle between Hu Beichao and the old man was also coming to an end. Hu Beichao was suppressed and held on with difficulty. Suddenly, he took a step back, opened his mouth to spit out a mouthful of blood, and shouted in a terrifying voice, "Master, this disciple will strike you with a knife!"

The old man was suddenly in a trance when he heard the words, thinking, that was their story.

"Beichao, you once hurt your throat to protect the old man, and you can't speak normally since then, so I always ask you with a knife. Now it seems," the old man suddenly paused, and his eyes turned red, "It's the old man's mistake."

"Beichao, no regrets." Hu Beichao spat out another mouthful of blood, and the place where his feet landed was slightly sunken, and the momentum of his knife was so terrifying!
"Teacher, you can ask me!" The old man laughed loudly, but a trace of muddy tears rolled down the corner of his eyes.

At this time, Hu Beichao actually smiled, so free and easy and gentle, people couldn't believe it was the murderous face just now, his completely destroyed vocal cords were speechless, his mouth opened and closed, and he swung the knife .

It wasn't a cut, but a swing. This knife didn't have a trace of murderous intent at all. It seemed like a painter's poetic brushstroke, or like a flying swallow in early spring, breaking the surface of the lake.

This is simply not a knife.

"Sila-" In the silence, there seemed to be the sound of paper being torn. Everyone was confused, only one person was relieved, and the other was frightened.

Qin Xiaobao was terrified, he recognized the voice, it was Hu Beichao's muscle tearing.

The old man was gratified, he thought that he had such a handsome disciple, and death was worth it, but killing Yanmen can have a master of swordsmanship, but he can't hand it over to a master of swordsmanship.

So he can't die!
So, Hu Beichao died.

The two sides stood in place silently, as if nothing had happened, only Qin Xiaobao could barely see clearly by relying on Lei Yao's skill.

Hu Beichao's speed was so fast that the naked eye couldn't catch it at all. He rushed forward and swung his knife, and then jumped back to the original place. In the eyes of ordinary people, those movements seemed to have never happened.

What was even more frightening was the old man, who took only one step back and perfectly dodged the almost invincible knife, and he actually patted Hu Beichao's forehead with his hands free, as calm as an elder comforting a child, but it was this seemingly gentle His one slap killed the peerless swordsman.

"Beichao, you ask the name of this sword?" The old man smiled and said to himself, "Then let Beichao ask."

Then he turned and left, his staggering back was extremely bleak, like an ordinary old man who had lost his loved ones.

"The old man is tired, and killing the Yanmen can't be left alone for a day, please ask the younger brother to take the place."

"Although this sect has repeated infighting, its foundation is still there. You won't dislike it, my little brother?"

"Old Fu, don't you elders be so stubborn, I'm tired, take a break, little brother, come with me, I have something to say to you."

When the old man walked up to the steps, he didn't mind getting his robe dirty, so he sat down casually. He looked up at the sky, and murmured in a voice that only he could hear, "The three little bastards are gone. I'll take a look at them last, fight After all these years, I finally left, leaving only the old man guarding the Killing Yanmen."

"I want to pass on the title of sect master to you."

"I'm afraid this is inappropriate, senior. How can you be able to take on such a big task as killing the Yanmen, and ask the head of the Yanmen to choose someone else. There are so many experts in killing the Yanmen, and there are so many veterans. How can I be an outsider?" For taking on this great task, the head of the sect please carefully consider it.”

Qin Xiaobao cupped his fists when he was so tired.If I agree to this matter, I will definitely become a thorn in the side of others, a thorn in the flesh, so many people are eyeing the position of sect master, if I sit on it, I will have to worry about it every day. Although I am not afraid, I don't want to get into so many troubles.

"Little brother, don't delay. I believe in your ability. I can rest assured that the old man entrusts the Killing Yanmen to you. Moreover, your strength is so strong. Only when you come to be the master of this sect can the Killing Yanmen be carried forward. If you leave it to others , the old man is really worried." The old man stared at Qin Xiaobao with burning eyes, and continued.

"There is no need to refuse, this sect master, if you agree to do it, you have to do it, and if you don't agree to do it, you have to do it. I have made up my mind, don't worry, you are the sect master, and I will assist you. If anyone dares to refuse, the sect rules will serve you. "

The old man's tone is unquestionable, and there is no room for Qin Xiaobao to refute.

"I."

What Qin Xiaobao wanted to say was interrupted by the old man.

"I've said it all. You, Qin Xiaobao, will be the master of killing Yanmen in the future. If you delay, you'll look down on me. Besides, I'm old now and don't have the ambitions of young people like you. If you continue to kill Yanmen If I am in charge, it will only gradually lead to extinction. As the master of the Killing Yan Sect, this is the last thing I want to see, so you should treat this old man as a favor, and I believe that you have that ability and that ambition."

Qin Xiaobao frowned, the old man had already pushed himself to the forefront.If I promise now, I have to agree, and if I don't agree, I have to agree. Now I have no way out.

I had no choice but to nod and said: "Senior, I can promise you. But if I can't manage well, I will abdicate and let Xian pass the position of sect master to other people with both ability and political integrity."

As Qin Xiaobao said, he had never managed a sect, and indeed he had no experience in that area.But it is indeed time to develop one's own power, and now it is just a good opportunity to develop it, and there is an old man to assist him, which is a good opportunity.

"Hahaha, okay, I promise you, but don't let me down, I won't miss you, you are a brave and resourceful person, you can trust me to kill Yanmen." The old man laughed loudly Twice, looking at Qin Xiaobao with a smile, feeling more and more satisfied.

The selection of the eight dragon species has already begun. "

"Eight dragon species?" Qin Xiaobao was slightly taken aback. Could it be that the setting of the dragon clan collided with the Buddhism that existed when he was on earth?

If this is the case, he might gain a huge advantage in intelligence first.

People are like this, all mysterious things, in fact, as long as they become known, there is nothing to fear.

But if this is the case, is there still a Garuda clan who is feuding with the dragon clan?
"Chiyou," Qin Xiaobao said tentatively, "Do you know Jialouluo?"