Banished Disciple’s Counterattack

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At night, in a magnificent hall of Heng Yuezong, hundreds of people sat down and sat down. They all existed as one generation with the real people of Tongxuan. They were the elders of Heng Yuezong.

This is the Presbyterian Church of Heng Yuezong, and the major events in the Zongzong are usually decided after their discussion.

At weekdays, Heng Yuezong's presbyterian meeting will be suppressed before the discussion, the strong smell of gunpowder will pervade the audience, and his face will turn red and thick neck almost every time.

However, today, the atmosphere in the Presbyterian Hall was unusually relaxed, with a smile on almost everyone's face, as if the important matter they were discussing today seems to be unnecessary from the beginning.

Well, today the elders gathered together, and the thing that was discussed was: choosing the Holy Son.

Generally speaking, like the three sects, Zong Neixiu's most gifted disciple will be named a sage, and his status is higher than that of the nine true ancestors of the sect, even the ordinary elders.

Naturally, since it is the Holy Son, it is only natural that the next door of the Zongmen is to teach, which is a bit like the prince in the mortal kingdom.

"Let Yin Zhiping be the son of my Hengyue, no one should oppose it!" At the top, Tongxuan smiled and looked around, the tone between the lines was full of majestic majesty.

"That's natural." As soon as Tongxuan's real words fell, a white-haired old man smiled and choked his beard.

"The host who is 90% fit, let him be the host, deservedly." A white-haired old man nodded.

"There is no need to discuss it!" Another too senior elder spread his hands, "It's a nail-biting thing!"

"Master, uncles and uncles, Dingtian has something to say." While the elders nodded, Yang Dingtian, who was sitting at the bottom, spoke, interrupting the voices of everyone.

"Oh?" Tongxuan real man lightly scratched his beard and smiled. "You are the teacher of Hengyue, just say something."

Yang Dingtian took a deep breath and stood up from his seat. "I don't agree with Yin Zhiping as a Holy Son."

As soon as this word came out, the real man with a smile on his face at the last moment couldn't help but sink, not only him, but the elders with over 90% of the elders in the temple could not help but frown slightly.

"You don't agree with Yin Zhiping as a holy son?" Tong Xuan's real eyes looked down at Yang Dingtian below. He is the ancestor of Hengyue. He has always said that he is the same and dictator. Now some people disobey him. His face was naturally ugly.

"Yes." Yang Dingtian took another deep breath.

"That's the host of 90% agreement." Tongxuan real snorted, "How great his potential is, my Hengyue's future, with him, can guarantee that my Hengyue will not endure for nine hundred years. If he is not qualified to be a saint, then you would tell me, who else in Heng Yue can be a saint. "

"Master, it takes more than strength to be a saint, but also vision, braveness, and courage." Yang Dingtian opened his mouth, looking up at Tongxuan real person with strong pressure on the top. "And these three points, then Yin Zhiping Not at all, and compared to him, Ye Chen thinks Ye Chen of Yunvfeng is more suitable. "

"Ye Chen, can he be compared with the host who is 90% fit?" Tongxuan sneered, and his face was still angry. "I am a little skeptical of your vision now. A disciple is amazing again. He can compare Have you ever had a host? "

"How powerful is the complete Taixu Ancient Dragon Soul? In the past, wasn't it still cut into three by the ancestor of Xuanchen?" Yang Dingtian still looked straight at the real person of Tongxuan. It must not be a decisive factor for the deceased Son. "

"Yang Dingtian." The real person from Tongxuan shouted loudly and got up from his seat. "How dare you compare Ye Chen to the ancestor."

"Dare not dare." Yang Dingtian said in a hurry. "I am just explaining the fact that Ye Chen can break the legend of the undefeated Xuan Ling. His potential and talent are not weak in the host who is 90% fit."

"What do you know." After being bumped one after another, Tongxuan real people sang a cold cry. "The balance of the three sects is all maintained by Taixu Ancient Dragon Soul. Let Ye Chen be the Holy Son. Can he guard the future Hengyue? He Have you guarded Hengyue? Do you need me to teach you such a simple truth? "

"Brother Tongxuan said very much." A too elder shrugged his beard. "The host of the 90% fit, infinitely close to the perfect fit, this is the existence of the sky, Dingtian.

"I also agree with Brother Tongxuan." One elder elder said, "Even if Ye Chen is amazing, he will never reach the height of Xuanchen's ancestors. He cannot match the host who is 90% fit. . "

"I agree." Another elder elder groaned, "Let Ye Chen be the sage, where will the host be placed, I am afraid that if this thing spreads, the outside world will laugh at big teeth!"

"This statement makes sense, and the host should be the Holy Son.

"Dingtian, you have to plan for the long-term, and you also need to understand how the 90% fit host exists."

Since Tongxuan Zhenren said, the voices in the temple rose one after another, and finally formed a tide. Nearly 90% of the elders supported Yin Zhiping, not Ye Chen.

Such an overwhelming situation makes Yang Dingtian's figure look a bit thin. Although he is the teacher of Hengyue, although he has the right to speak, he is only a person after all. In the face of this scene, Rao is powerless.

Hey!

Yang Dingtian sighed in his heart, he never felt when he was helpless like this time.

I do not know when the voice in the temple disappeared.

At the top, Tong Xuan's face gloomily looked down at Yang Dingtian below. "Almost everyone supports the host, what else can you say."

"Since the Master and your uncles and uncles both support Yin Zhiping, Ding Tian naturally has nothing to say." Yang Ding Tian's look remained unchanged, and he still looked directly at the real person in Tong Xuan. "But Master, I still don't think Yin Zhi Ping is The best candidate, time will prove, who is the one who guards the future Hengyue. "

"You don't need to preach to me." Tongxuan real snorted coldly. "I will train him personally when the host is out of customs. As for you, go back and reflect on it! I am very disappointed with you as a teacher."

"So, Dingtian retired." Yang Dingtian took a deep breath, bowed his hand, and then immediately turned around and strode out of the hall.

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Hengyue Zongdi Palace.

Yin Zhiping, who was sitting on the altar, opened his eyes slightly, his eyes were still flashing with tyranny and bloodthirsty, and the corners of his mouth were soaked with that kind of playful and playful smile.

"Do you know why I chose you?" There seemed to be a gurgling voice in his mind.

"Why."

"Because, you have a demon heart."