My Stunning Mrs. President

Time passed, as if a century had passed!

After a long time, Tang Zongheng slowly closed his old and cloudy eyes, and took a deep breath!

But it was just a long and difficult sigh, "That's all, that's all..."

On the wrinkled and pale face, there is too much sadness that is greater than death, too much unwillingness to hesitate and struggle, too much despair to lose all hope!

After a long time, finally with the support of that subordinate, trembling and struggling, she walked towards Ye Qingying not far away.

It took a full minute to walk up to her, and with a trembling left hand, he took out a white ceramic medicine bottle from his pocket.

Bending his back, bending his waist and bowing, his voice was extremely low and hoarse, "Miss Ye, this is the antidote! For the offense and disrespect a few days ago, I, Tang Zongheng, apologize to you!"

After Ye Qingying took the medicine bottle, she turned around slowly, and walked towards Zhao Xiaotian with heavy steps under the gaze of everyone.

Stopping in front of him, staring blankly at this man with cloudy eyes, who single-handedly directed the catastrophe of the Tang Sect, his Adam's apple twitched up and down.

His lips were trembling, but after a while, he suddenly knelt down on the ground with a "plop".

With the only left hand left, he took out from his bosom a jade scepter about thirty to forty centimeters long, crystal clear and light green in color, and exquisitely crafted, as well as a dragon-shaped jade seal the size of a teacup.

Raising his head above his head, he let out a mournful cry, "Today, Tang Zongheng, the seventh generation head of the Tang Sect in South China, kneels down to worship the heavens and the gods of his ancestors, and informs his colleagues in the Huaxia martial arts world that he is handing over the palm of his hand today because the head is unethical and ashamed of his ancestors and gods." Master door!"

The voice was mournful and resounded through the sky, "This is the scepter and seal of the head of the sect. From now on, please kneel down and ask Mr. Zhao to take over the power of the Tang sect, treat the Tang sect brothers kindly, and benefit the Huaxia martial arts!"

It's just that before the words fell, it was as if the mental strength of his whole body was completely drained at this moment.

He fell powerlessly to the ground, his eyes were dull, and two drops of muddy old tears silently rolled down the corners of his eyes!

So in an instant, there was silence all around!

Everyone present was completely stunned, and the group of elites under the Tang Sect looked at each other in blank dismay, unable to hide their shock and astonishment on their faces!

Why is it not clear, what does this mean?

At this moment, the century-old Tang Sect, a huge and prestigious martial arts sect standing in the land of South China, announced a change of power!

At this moment, this mighty and powerful overlord of the martial arts in South China has withdrawn from the stage of history!

An era ends here!

At this moment, Su Mingqing, who was silent beside him, was even more shocked!

Up to this moment, this man has won the final victory in this fierce battle against the chief helm of the Tang Sect!

Although it is difficult to win, it is thorough!

With the strength of one person, he alone fought against the two great masters of the Tang Sect, and won a complete victory!This man has become famous all over the world, and countless people look up to him!

In charge of the power of the Tang Sect, this man has risen in the Chinese martial arts, and has reached a peak that has never been seen in his life!

For a full ten seconds, how could dozens of people dare to hesitate?Qi Shushu knelt down on the ground, and his voice was deafening, "Greetings, Grand Master!"

Zhao Xiaotian was still standing with his hands behind his back, looking coldly at the dozens of people kneeling on the ground in front of him!

It took a full ten seconds before he finally took out a clean white towel from his bosom, wiped off the dried up blood of the "Blade of Hades" in his hands leisurely, and put it in his bosom!

The condensation and killing intent on his face just now gradually dissipated, and instead, there was a peaceful silence.

Bending down, from Tang Zongheng's hand in front of him, he took the scepter and seal that symbolized the supreme power of this huge martial arts school.

One word at a time, "Pass the order of the head of the sect! First, from now on, the Tang Sect will be renamed Xiaotianmen! Second, Tang Qingge will act as the acting head of the sect, taking full charge of all affairs of the Xiaotian Sect for me, Zhao Xiaotian! Third, Tang Sect Zongheng and Tang Mangong are already old and in poor health, so they will be relieved of all duties, and they will not be allowed to participate in any affairs of Xiaotianmen any longer!"

……

The main rudder of Xiaotianmen is behind the mountain.

Under the dense and dark night in the evening, above the towering trees, that ethereal, quiet, glamorous woman who is close to a monster is still floating motionlessly!

In his hand, the short sword with the pattern of cherry blossoms in full bloom still permeated the hellish chill in the cold wind, and it gave out bursts of melodious chants!

With a black veil, only a pair of beautiful eyes were exposed, looking at the empty military field halfway up the mountain in the distance, staring at the man standing with his hands behind his back!

At this time, the murderous intent in his eyes finally gradually dissipated.

Unknowingly, there is warmth and softness, and the eyes are flowing, so charming!

A slender hand caressed the lower abdomen, "Son, have you seen it?"

"Your father has already killed all directions and moved the world, he has been arrogant and fearless, he has risen in the Chinese martial arts and admired the common people!"

"Believe in you, and be proud of him..."

"Ding!" The short sword shot up quickly, and inserted it into the scabbard on the back without any crookedness!

Turn around, silently, fly away towards the distance.

……

north.the capital.

Bitter cold wind, mixed with goose feather heavy snow, the earth is covered in silver!

In the suburbs, a luxurious villa built like a giant manor, above the majestic gate, there is a huge plaque of pure pear flower wood, with the word "Zhao Mansion", full of vitality!

In one of the main buildings, on the fourth floor, in a quaint study room of 50 to [-] square meters, behind the quaint Eight Immortals table, sitting on a quaint bamboo and rattan chair, is a middle-aged man in his fifties!

Dark blue Chinese tunic suit, cyan pure handmade mille-soled cloth shoes, a mustache with an extremely rigid chin, and a bronze dry pipe that does not know how old it is in his hand!

No reading or writing, no overtime work, just like this old monk sitting in meditation, smoking dry pipes one after another!

On his unsmiling face, there was a calm and calm face!

It's just that the left eyelid is beating violently, and the piercing eyes are already bloodshot, and the right hand holding the dry pipe is trembling.

He's been here, sitting motionless for four hours!The study was surprisingly quiet, without any life.

"Squeak..." At this moment, the door was pushed open.

From the outside, a man in his 40s, dressed in ordinary clothes, rushed in.

Bowing down to salute, his voice trembling and excited incoherently said, "It's over, master, everything is over..."

"According to the news from 'Blue Wolf', the young master fought against Tang Zongheng and Tang Mangong alone! 10 minutes ago, Tang Zongheng and Tang Mangong were defeated, and their martial arts were abolished! The Tang Sect changed hands and changed its name to Xiaotianmen. power!"

"Bang..." The middle-aged man trembled, and the pipe in his hand fell to the ground!

His lips were wriggling, and he finally reached out and rubbed his red and tired eyes, the dark clouds in his eyes finally dissipated.

On the old-fashioned and serious face, there was a slight smile, melting like ice.