Although Vientiane Yimai is no longer the sect master, there are still too many people who are willing to give Song Shuyun face, not to mention that now they are coming over for the sake of that Yuan Shi. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

There are not enough yuan stones, and this time I am afraid that there will be less news than the yuan stones issued last year, and it has long been spread. Therefore, the heads of these veins have already made up their minds to get more Yuan Shi no matter what.

"Let's go, let's go find the sect master!"

Seven or eight hundred people, like a tide, rushed towards the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, looking at these people, the sweat on Fang Yunbai's head became even more. At this time, he also had one more thought in his heart.

The reason why Vientiane Mountain is getting weaker and weaker is not unrelated to so many branches, after all, there are too many people.

Originally, Fang Yunbai was not going to go in, he was going to find a place and squint carefully, but unfortunately those disciples who were watching the excitement were not ready to let him go like this.

"Oh, the head disciple, the sect master is still waiting for you to come over and serve, how can you not go in?"

"That is, you are the young sect master of our Vientiane Mountain, if you don't come, woo, our Vientiane Mountain will be in trouble. ”

"Yes, senior brother, please come in, the sect master is still waiting for you to serve?"

While seven or eight people were talking, they pushed Fang Yunbai into the Scripture Pavilion.

The Pavilion of the Scriptures is extremely familiar, in the past, even rats were pitifully rare here, but now, it is a little crowded.

Zheng Ming sat on the chair he usually made with a big grin, and was looking at the heads of the crowd with a smile. That smiling face, the smile is so bright, and the **** is harmless.

Does he know that today, as the sect master, is about to come to an end.

"It's all here, although I, the sect master, have not yet held a formal succession ceremony, but there are no rules, you are all here, let alone break the rules left by the ancestor, let's pay respects!"

Zheng Ming's voice suddenly sounded at this time.

Fang Yunbai felt that his head had been smashed by countless sledgehammers, and he felt that he was almost having gold stars above his head at the moment.

Visiting, this person actually wanted the people present to pay homage to him, he ...... He's not mistaken, he'...... He really regarded himself as the sect master, he ...... Can he keep a low profile!

Although he had tried very hard to suppress the anger in his heart, Zhang Yuntian still felt that he wanted to explode at this moment.

Hindrance, he ...... He is really crazy to let himself wait for others to worship him, doesn't he know what kind of situation he is in now? What is really adding fuel to the fire, he is just adding fuel to the fire!

He has always regarded Zheng Ming as a junior, and at this moment, he can't wait to rush forward and beat this little lazy boy well.

But the more this time, the more he can't do this, after all, Zheng Ming is still the sect master, if he goes up to fight, then Zheng Ming, the sect master, doesn't need to be pushed by others, and immediately steps down by himself.

So, his choice was to keep his mouth shut and keep silent!

Zhang Yuntian didn't speak, but the other leaders were all angry, among them, there were many people who came to push Zheng Ming, the sect master, down from the position of the sect master, so naturally they would not take Zheng Ming in their eyes.

Not to mention the position of a vain suzerain.

As for the others, most of them are also reluctant to salute a junior, in their opinion, Zheng Ming is just a lucky junior.

Although he has cultivated the Qinglian Sword Song, it has not yet reached the time when he is waiting for others to put up a fight, let alone pay homage.

"Hehehe, Senior Brother Zhang, did you hear clearly, our sect master is asking everyone to worship him, woo, I'm a little scared, Senior Brother Zhang, why don't we two of us worship the sect master together!"

Although Zhang Yuntian wanted to hide and keep silent, there were people who were unwilling to let him go, and the person who spoke was Ma Jinghong. His voice was loud, and for a moment he suppressed all the voices around him.

Almost everyone knows that Ma Jinghong was hung by Zheng Ming to Bibotan to show the public, and it was Zhang Yuntian who carried out Zheng Ming's order.

Now that Ma Jinghong has the attitude of pulling Zhang Yuntian to death, they naturally don't feel any surprises.

Zhang Yuntian's face was a little purple, and let him salute Zheng Ming, the bend in his heart was a little unturnable, but Ma Jinghong's ill-intentioned gaze made him feel that if he didn't salute, he would be caught by Ma Jinghong.

He had just used Zheng Ming's order to deal with Ma Jinghong, and Ma Jinghong was not a person who could laugh and grudge.

Although he is still cultivating, he is definitely not afraid of Ma Jinghong, but he is afraid that Ma Jinghong will have a back hand behind him.

"Since we already respect Zheng Ming as the sect master, then we must respect our sect master, otherwise, we will deceive the teacher and destroy the ancestors. ”

The faint words are not high, but the words in them are extremely heart-wrenching. Song Shuyun, who slowly walked out of the crowd, hugged his fist respectfully towards Zheng Ming and said, "Vientiane is one line, Song Shuyun pays a visit to the sect master. ”

Song Shuyun, the second seat of Vientiane, although he is not the first, but among the first seats of this group, he is also one of the most powerful people.

His appearance, in many cases, can play the role of a weather vane, almost one-third of the first seat, and at the same time saluted Zheng Ming and said, "We will meet the sect master." ”

In a word, one-third of the people are from Jing, although Zheng Ming has not learned anything like the emperor's mental technique, he also knows that this is not a good phenomenon.

Just when these people saluted, Ding Mogeng, who had been holding his hands to watch the excitement, also smiled and saluted.

Not surprisingly, his salute also drove one-third of the people to salute Zheng Ming. Saluting the sect master was originally the etiquette that should be, but at the beginning, everyone regarded Zheng Ming as a junior, so this salute was extremely difficult.

And now, two-thirds of the first seats have bowed, and those who hesitated have also bowed.

After all, if you do a salute, you won't lose your flesh, everyone else will salute, but you can't do it yourself, that is to deceive the teacher and destroy the ancestors.

In Ma Jinghong's sneer, Zhang Yuntian reluctantly saluted Zheng Ming, but in his heart, he scolded Zheng Ming fiercely.

This kid is really looking for his own draw, unlike you, who is in charge of the sect, can't explain the past.

Now that the rites have been done to you, you should assume the obligations that a true suzerain should bear, can you bear them?

"Sect Master, the Yuan Stone of my Chaoyang Peak has not been distributed for three months, and the disciples have many complaints. A handsome old man slowly came to Zheng Ming's approach and bowed.

The old man didn't say much, but he got to the heart of the matter. Chaoyang Peak is among the hundred peaks of Vientiane, ranking after ninety, but judging from the performance of this first seat, it is also extraordinary.

Before Zheng Ming could speak, he heard another human: "Sect Master, you will hang my old horse in Bibo Lake for three days, I don't blame you!"

Ma Jinghong's voice was low, although he said that he did not complain, but the meaning of complaining was soaring into the sky.

"As long as the sect master sends us the yuan stone that should be in our lineage, I am grateful to the sect master, if you feel that the punishment for me is not enough, I can hang myself in Bibo Lake for three days!"

On the third day of Bibotan, Ma Jinghong said very loudly.

Zheng Ming looked at Ma Jinghong, who was furious, and didn't say anything, and at this time, he heard someone say: "Our disciple hasn't sent a Yuan Stone for half a year, woo, poor my disciple, originally Yuefan was hopeful, but because there was no Yuan Stone, this made Yuefan fail." ”

"Sect Master, if we don't send the Yuan Stone, even if we don't urge it, the disciples won't be willing!"

Ding Mogeng looked at the figures that popped out one by one, with a hint of a smile in his eyes. In his heart, although he has the means to solve the current ugly sound, he will definitely not help Zheng Ming at this time.

Letting his senior brother be his disciple is really a big breath!

In the whole Vientiane Gate, what Ding Mogeng admires the most is his senior brother Xiao Wuhui, over the years, he has sat down in Xiao Wuhui and worked hard, and never felt that there was anything wrong.

In Ding Mogeng's opinion, others can insult him, but they must not insult Xiao Wuhui, if he insults him, he just smiles, but for the situation of insulting Xiao Wuhui, Ding Mogeng will never let it go lightly.

Therefore, Zheng Ming released the words of letting Xiao Wu worship himself as a teacher, which made Ding Mogeng the most uncomfortable, so naturally he wanted to give Zheng Ming a good look.

Now that Vientiane is besieged, it is time to lift this boy who does not know the importance of it from the position of the sect master.

Hehe, Jiang Yuan can be allowed to re-ascend to the position of sect master, but this hateful boy wants him to be cornered and finally worship in the name of his senior brother as a disciple.

In this way, it can be regarded as a breath of relief to the senior brother.

The chaotic noise made the ceiling of the entire Scripture Pavilion about to be washed up, and Fang Yunbai could only hang his head like a quail at this moment, waiting for this huge storm to pass.

What a calamity!

The Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is fine, just because of the arrival of Zheng Ming, he shattered his peaceful life and made himself his disciple.

This is simply bullying men and women, forcing good people to become prostitutes, and ......

One thought after another made his heart very unhappy with his cheap master, and he suddenly had an urge to see the master's face.

Is it white like paper, is it like a whole person like sifting chaff?

Just when his thoughts flashed, Zheng Ming finally spoke: "Isn't it Yuanshi? ”

These two sentences, if they were to come out of Jiang Yuan's mouth, even the leaders who followed the Heaven Splitting Vein would laugh happily.

It's a pity that these words came out of Zheng Ming's mouth, so those surprises, for most people, don't exist at all.

Hehe, isn't it Yuanshi? What your sect master said is really casual, but do you know how many of them are in this Yuanshi sect?

"Sect Master, there are no more Yuan Stones in the treasure house!" Jin Yuandong, who had a chubby face, stood up and said.

Although he had resigned to Zheng Ming, at this moment, he still appeared in front of Zheng Ming, and his face was bitter, as if he was very uncomfortable.

"Jin Yuandong, are you sure you don't have it?" Zheng Ming looked at Jin Yuandong's gaze, and there was a hint of fierceness. (To be continued.) )