The scoundrel became the pet of the master's group

Stand in awe of autonomy.

Lang Yin smiled lightly: "Everyone knows that my wedding is coming soon. Everyone on Lingyuan Peak is preparing for this matter, and I don't care about other things."

"This matter, I still listen to the long post."

Daoist Huantian crossed his long legs, leaned against the back of the chair with his big sword and golden horse, and sneered arrogantly with his hands on his head: "Why do we need to discuss this matter? The suzerain is dead, and his disciples are not dead. Wouldn't it be better if you let them choose one by themselves?" Got it?"

Ask Master Yuanfeng to veto it urgently: "How can this be done? The Qiantian Sect is one of the most powerful sects in Yantian. How decent is it to let a Jindan cultivator be the suzerain?"

Peak Master Liedi echoed: "Speaking out will not only make other sects laugh, thinking that there is no one in Qiantian Sect. Even within the sect, Golden Core cultivators will find it difficult to convince the public."

Fang Xiu sneered disdainfully: "A suzerain who is in charge of doing miscellaneous work doesn't care about his cultivation level, and he is not allowed to go out to fight."

"It doesn't matter whether Qian Tianzong has this suzerain."

The crosswind in the hall blew, bringing a few crows.Smoke rises from the incense burner, lingering in silence.

In the eyes of the powerful, or so.

However, the position of the suzerain of a big sect is already the scenery of sitting high on the top of the clouds.

The powerful people dismissed it, but under the clouds, there were tens of thousands of monks looking up.

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