The ally leader's stand-in is gone

After the Great War between Immortals and Demons, there was serious civil turmoil in the cultivation world, and Fang Yan was born out of nowhere. With his own power, he quelled the troubled times and established the Xianmeng.

When a person is too powerful and sits at the pinnacle of power for a long time, it is easier for him to become an iconic symbol.

As long as the leader of the Xianmeng is mentioned, everyone knows that it is Fang Yan, but no one dares to call Fang Yan by his name directly.

Until recently...

After Xu time, a certain teahouse was still full of seats, but there were no servants waiting around, and a group of monks were just bustling with each other.

"What's going on up there? Why does Lord Qianfeng Yuan become the leader of the alliance as soon as it gets dark?"

"I remember that Qianfeng Yuanjun settled in the Xianmeng resident not long ago, and cooperated with the leader to handle affairs together."

"But the lord is in his prime, and the Dashenmen Rebellion has not yet ended, so if you say abdicate, will you abdicate?"

A monk with sly eyebrows and mouse eyes reminded in a low voice: "Shhh—is he still called the leader? The current leader is Qianfeng Yuanjun, and Suwei's life and death are not even known yet."

As soon as these words came out, the entire second floor fell silent instantly.

When Lord Qianfeng Yuan took the position of acting leader, leader Fang never appeared in the Yuanqing Hall of the Immortal League, so far no one can tell where he went.

Because Qianfeng Yuanjun had cooperated to deal with the affairs, the Xianmeng did not become chaotic due to the change of the leader's position. Those who were close to the power center all remained silent, and the subordinates did not dare to say more, and they still did their own things dutifully. .

After a long while, a small but steady voice came from the corner: "Ever since Immortal Qingji left the demon world, Sect Master Su Wei's health seems to be not very good, you think, could it be...fallen? "

Everyone present gasped and looked at the source of the sound.

Under a painting of elegant landscapes, sat an unremarkable moustache, wearing an ordinary cassock, who looked like a random cultivator with no background.

Feng Le has always respected Fang Yan, and when he heard this, he slapped the table violently, causing several cracks on the thick wooden table with adult thighs: "It's nonsense! The leader led everyone to encircle and suppress Dashenmen a month ago, my lord It was an honor to participate in it, and the leader at that time was very good!"

The mustache was neither angry nor angry, and said leisurely: "I heard that Qingji Xianjun hated Sect Master Suwei because of his love, and the relationship between the two was very bad, and when the acting leader took office, Qingji Xianjun was in Xianmeng. "

"Just say what you want!" Feng Le said, "But the lord is a Mahayana, even Lord Qianfeng Yuan and Immortal Qingji are hard to beat!"

Mustache: "Lord Qianfeng Yuan and Immortal Qingji can't defeat Sect Master Suwei, but don't forget, behind Immortal Qingji is Yuan Shi."

There was another silence on the second floor.

Yuan Shun was one of the best sects during the war between immortals and demons. No one knows how deep it is today. It was just hidden in the world.

It is said that it is for the Demon Lord, who can guarantee whether it is an excuse?

Thinking deeper, maybe even the acquaintance of Immortal Lord Qingji and Leader Fang...

Feng Le: "But Qianfeng Yuanjun is only the acting leader. If she wants to replace him, why should she be a 'generational' leader?"

Mustache: "Sect Master Suwei is too powerful, how many people will accept him directly as the leader? Besides, everyone, don't forget, the master of Dashen Sect is the younger brother of Sect Master Suwei. , plus the loss of ascending the ladder, whether the position of acting lord is safe or not is another matter."

The crowd began to whisper.

On the day Qianfeng Yuanjun became the acting leader of the Xianmeng, another gossip spread like an explosion.

The master of Suwei is the apprentice of the ghost craftsman Long Xi, and he even inherited the climbing ladder from Long Xi, and the master of Dashenmen is another apprentice of Long Xi—Tu Xia.

Everyone knows the source of such secrets, either the acting lord wanted to suppress Su Wei's remaining forces, or Tu Xia released it himself, wanting to take the opportunity to win people's hearts and fight against the celestial alliance.

If it is said that the change of the position of leader is too far away from these small fish and shrimps, then everyone's whereabouts on the ladder is related to everyone.

How could they ascend without climbing the ladder?

Whoever masters the ladder to climb to heaven, whoever masters the fate of the monks in the world.

If the climbing ladder falls into Tu Xia's hands, maybe the Dashenmen, which everyone is shouting at now, can turn around and become the orthodox in the cultivation world!Seeing everyone discussing into a ball, Mustache sneered, put the Lingshi on the table, and left the teahouse while no one was paying attention.

He skillfully turned a few corners in the street, hid in the dark behind him without a tail, pinched out a spell in his hand, his two mustaches turned into flying ash in an instant, his facial features changed accordingly, his lips were plump, The bridge of the nose drooped, and the bushy eyebrows raised like a falcon. Immediately afterwards, the innocuous cassock also turned into an exquisite disciple's uniform.

If someone from Qiyao Mountain was there, he would definitely be able to recognize this person as the leader of the Qiyao Gang, Bian Ronghuo.

Bian Ronghuo flicked his sleeves and swaggered out of the shadows.

When Fang Yan was the leader of the Immortal League, he never reused him, and he never reused the Qiyao Gang. He was truly blind, but now Tu Xia discovered his dusty pearl and asked him to cooperate with him a few days ago. After a bite, he agreed.

Bian Ronghuo couldn't help but spit at the thought of the group of timid monks in the teahouse who planned to serve the Immortal League.

A group of fools who can't even see the current situation clearly.

Fang Yan and Tu Xia are both disciples of ghost craftsman Long Xi, and their strengths are not much different. Now that Tu Xia is superior, and the design killed Fang Yan, how long can Wen Jiansheng last?

What's more, Tu Xia is more lenient than Fang Yan, and also cherishes this cultivation world more!

Tu Xia is the wise king!

Bian Ronghuo felt happy, even whistling frivolously, and happily returned to the Qiyao Gang sect's residence all the way.

All the disciples in the gang saluted him respectfully after seeing him, and the deputy gang leader who had always been the most winking asked specifically: "What's the happy event for the gang leader?"

He planned to give everyone a surprise when things were done, and since the Immortal League still had the upper hand, he didn't reveal the fact that he and Tu Xia joined forces, and only vaguely said: "The big happy event is mine and yours too! Just wait and see!"

Saying goodbye to the deputy gang leader, Bian Ronghuo flew into the Seven Star Hall where he lived.

But as soon as he entered, the door slammed shut behind him.

Bian Ronghuo was on guard immediately, and pulled out his natal sword with his backhand: "Who is pretending to be a ghost!"

The lights in the courtyard were turned on one after another, and a blue figure walked out slowly, the dark streaks made of silver lines swayed slightly, like the waves of the vast sea.

"In July last year, Dashenmen killed 16 members of the Gui Gang. The leader of Bian cooperated with Dashenmen, and he was not afraid of chilling the hearts of the gang."

It's a nice male voice, cold and moist like frost-stained pearls condensed from snow-capped mountains.

But Bian Ronghuo didn't have much interest in admiring it. He could become the gang leader, so he had some eyesight, and cold sweat quickly broke out on his forehead: "Qingji Xianjun."

Lin Zhouyue called out the Chuixiao Sword, and said lightly: "Do you have any last words?"

Bian Ronghuo's legs suddenly went limp.

It's not that he didn't think that the cooperation with Dashenmen would be discovered, but he didn't expect it to be so fast, and it was Lin Zhouyue, who has always been ignorant of worldly affairs, who would kill him with the second sentence!

Although he has never fought against Lin Zhouyue, he has heard about his strength for a long time, and he is definitely not Lin Zhouyue's opponent.

Bian Ronghuo immediately begged for mercy: "Immortal Qingji, I can explain, I can explain!"

Lin Zhouyue didn't move.

Bian Ronghuo hurriedly said: "I was coerced by that surnamed Tu! If I don't agree to stir up trouble for him, he will take the lives of my whole family! I hope Xianjun will learn from you! I beg Xianjun to save me, Save my family!"

Lin Zhouyue: "That's all?"

The killing intent permeated the courtyard, Bian Ronghuo couldn't figure out Lin Zhouyue's temperament, and in a panic, he spit out all the known information: "Xianjun! Xianjun! You can't kill me, I know that climbing the ladder is killing Xia. In my hand, I know what Tu Xia wants to do!"

Lin Zhouyue didn't ask any more questions, she raised her eyes next, and her pupils turned a magnificent red.

Bian Ronghuo lost his sanity the moment he saw the blush, and felt that the world was gradually closing, and his body//body and soul were turning into nothingness.

After a while, Lin Zhouyue's pupils returned to normal. He patted his hands lightly, and several disciples wearing Immortal League disciple uniforms sprang out from the dark, and took Bian Ronghuo away in an orderly manner.

To deal with this kind of spineless, duplicitous waste, he has always been reluctant to spend more time talking. If he wants to know what to do, just search for the soul, why bother to guess from the pile of true and false nonsense.

Wen Jiansheng became the acting leader, and Tu Xia would definitely take the opportunity to make trouble when he ascended the ladder and was stolen, but he was a little surprised that Tu Xia would directly admit the identity of Long Xi's disciple.

But if you think about it carefully, this move is very clever.Fang Yan's whereabouts are unknown, and Wen Jiansheng's tenure is unclear. As long as Tu Xia gets the ladder again, and some real materials, maybe he can turn himself into orthodox in one fell swoop.

But he won't let Tu Xia get what he wants.

In public, Tu Xia slandered his junior uncle, and plotted the most vicious things. In private, Tu Xia repeatedly killed him. He will definitely get back the debt!

Lin Zhouyue glanced at the empty courtyard, feeling disgusted in her heart.

He got a list of possible collusion with Tu Xia, and Bian Ronghuo's name was on it.

The leader of the Qiyao Gang is not valued by Fang Yan, and he thinks highly of himself and harbors resentment.

Oh, not taken seriously.

If he were to be the leader of the Immortal Alliance, Bian Ronghuo would have been expelled from the realm of comprehension long ago.

He didn't leave in a hurry, but set up a barrier around the courtyard and sat down alone in the gazebo in the courtyard.

When it came to Zi, a cloud of mist passed through the barrier and turned into substance at the position opposite him.

Fang Yan was dressed in white to win over the snow, his black hair was scattered behind his head like a waterfall, his chin was propped up with one hand, and his peach blossom eyes were rippling, filled with his reflection.

"Day and moon, you are thinking of me on such a beautiful day."

Affectionate style, as in the past.

Lin Zhouyue's expression did not change at all. He put the Chuixiao Sword on the table, casually sipped his tea, and waited until the smile on Fang Yan's face could no longer be maintained. Then he said, "Not long after Fang Yan fell, Tu The sect master is not too unlucky."

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