The cultivation of immortality by mortals begins with the abandoned children of the river

"Elder Wu is right. You managed hundreds of people very well, but this is 60,000 people. Are you so confident? And have you forgotten that when Sect Master Liu was in power, he also He only managed the Alchemy Palace, but with the help of Elder Wu, he managed our Xuantian Sect... haha."

Hearing this, everyone was shocked. Liu Weimao came to power and brought chaos to the entire Xuantian Sect. This was clear to everyone, and Wu Xuepeng was Liu Weimao's biggest supporter. It became clear to everyone for a while. Propensity.

Wu Xuepeng secretly scolded this slutty woman for being so abominable. Every word she spoke was extremely vicious. She insisted on fighting for the position of the leader of the sect. He held back his anger and smiled coldly:

"Gan Feng mainly became the sect leader. With your charming appearance, can you represent our Xuantian Sect? And with your cultivation in the middle stage of foundation building, can you secure the position of sect leader? Our five sects in the south, Is there any sect leader who is not in the late stage of foundation building? Wouldn’t it make people laugh if word spread about it?”

Nangong Shang on the side nodded slightly. He also had the same concern. Gan Weiwei's cultivation in the middle stage of foundation establishment was indeed a bit weak. Logically speaking, the cultivation of the leader of a sect must not be weak. But what Gan Weiwei said was not unreasonable, which made him a little confused.

All the elders in the room showed no emotion on their faces, but they were excited in their hearts. These two people were simply facing each other. The sect had not seen such a big show for a long time.

"Hmph, Wu Xuepeng, what do you mean by this? I am charming and charming, but my cultivation is low and I am not worthy of being a sect leader. Do the other four sects have the masters of the weapon refining halls as sect leaders? Or is there someone who has never managed a thousand people? metropolitan?"

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The two of them were quarreling and attacking each other. Their emotions became more and more agitated, and their words became more and more rude. Everyone listened with great interest and shouted that the trip was well worth it.

Wu Xuepeng was going crazy because this bitch had a big breast and a vicious mouth. She always attacked him for not being able to manage the Xuantian Sect, and repeatedly emphasized that he and Liu Weimao were on the same side, which made him worthless.

After fighting for a long time to no avail, Gan Weiwei kept harassing him. In anger, he yelled:

"There are so many useless things to say. Let's have a direct battle. Whoever wins will be the sect leader."

As soon as he said this, the whole place fell into silence. Everyone looked at him strangely. Even Nangong Shang, who was obviously inclined to choose him, frowned slightly.

In the late stage of foundation building, we will fight in the middle stage of foundation building. How to do this?

Perhaps realizing that what he said was inappropriate, Wu Xuepeng's expression froze. He was about to take back his words when he heard a long laugh from Gan Weiwei opposite:

"Okay, let's compete. Whoever wins will be the sect leader."

As soon as he said this, the whole audience was shocked.

Everyone was horrified and looked at each other with the same meaning:

"What's wrong with her? Isn't this just throwing an egg at a stone?"

"Crazy, mid-stage foundation building, late stage foundation building."

Even Nangong Shang was stunned, but Wu Xuepeng was so happy that he wanted to fly. He quickly continued and finalized the matter:

"Junior sister Gan is so happy. We cultivators naturally convince others with our strength. That's it. If Wu loses, I will respect you as the leader of Xuantian Sect without saying a word."

Then he turned around and bowed to Nangong Shengshen, and said respectfully:

"Please ask the Supreme Elder to witness."

"Please ask the Supreme Elder to witness."

Gan Weiwei followed up with a deep bow and also made a request.

Everyone was extremely curious. Even Wu Xuepeng felt a little uneasy. He didn't think Gan Weiwei was crazy. She agreed so simply. There was only one answer -

She is sure to beat herself!

But now that he was riding a tiger, he had no choice but to cheer himself up and defeat this bitch.

Nangong Shang took a deep look at Gan Weiwei. The development of the matter was now out of his control, but he completely agreed with this approach in his heart.

If Wu Xuepeng could lose, how could he have the dignity to be the leader of Xuantian Sect?

So he nodded and said lightly:

"Okay, let's decide the outcome based on the outcome of the competition."

After Nangong Shang spoke, the matter was settled.

Under the leadership of Nangong Shang, many elders walked to the square in front of the hall.

Nangong Shang threw several formation flags and pierced the ground, forming a mysterious pattern. Then as Nangong Shang stomped his feet heavily, a bright light shone in the square, soaring into the sky, and the sky immediately became turbulent.

Tens of breaths later, as the square trembled slightly, the wind and clouds in the sky and the mysterious patterns on the ground disappeared instantly, and everything returned to calm.

"Okay, I have reinforced this place with formations, you can take action as you wish."

Gan Weiwei and Wu Xuepeng both thanked Nangong Shang, and then stood far away in the square. The two looked at each other with extremely cold eyes.

Only by defeating the opponent can you win the position of clan leader!

At this moment, they are no more enemies than enemies.

Many elders stood far away and whispered about the outcome of the battle:

"There's no need to fight. The two mid-stage foundation-building players have to coordinate perfectly to beat the one in the late-stage foundation-building stage. There's no need to fight."

"What's wrong with Peak Master Gan? Do you have to think about it?"

"Wu Xuepeng is very cautious, and Junior Sister Gan is in danger."

"At most one cup of tea, Palace Master Wu will win!"

Everyone was overwhelmingly optimistic about Wu Xuepeng, and they were all puzzled by Gan Weiwei's actions, but they were not worried about what would go wrong. Nangong Shang was still watching.

Only three people looked extremely calm, with expectations and smiles on their faces.

Tong Xi, Wang Yan and Liu Yandan.

The three of them looked at Gan Weiwei in the square with smiles. Tong Xi and Liu Yandan even held hands and secretly communicated:

"Junior Brother Zhan can think of this, I'm just convinced by him."

"Don't you know him yet? He's so stable. Who else knows that he's so powerful besides us?"

"Well, he is very powerful."

Wu Xuepeng squinted at the charming Gan Weiwei opposite him, a cold smile appeared on his rough face. He raised the red sledgehammer in his hand and shouted loudly:

"Junior Sister Gan! Please give me some advice!"

Following his thunderous roar, Gan Weiwei's expression was slightly dazed, and Wu Xuepeng took the opportunity. His red sledgehammer, which was more than ten feet long and three feet wide, flew into the sky with endless flames. Carrying the whistling wind, it hit Gan Weiwei hard.

At the same time, Wu Xuepeng exhaled loudly, punched out in the air, and hit Gan Weiwei's chest with a punch mark.

This was not Wu Xuepeng's intention, but Gan Weiwei's target was too obvious and eye-catching, so he punched there involuntarily.

Gan Weiwei's face had an evil look on her face. She snorted coldly and waved her hands together, causing dozens of talismans to fly up.

The aura of these talismans exploded, and various extremely powerful magical artifacts and spells appeared in the air, covering the entire sky. All the talismans locked Wu Xuepeng firmly.

Wu Xuepeng was dumbfounded.

All the elders were stunned.

Nangong Shang's eyes flashed with light, and his breath became unstable.

Thirty Xuan-level talismans!

Among them are four middle-grade Xuan-level talismans and two high-grade Xuan-level talismans!

How can people play with this?

Still fighting? What's the point of fighting?