Han Yiming looked left and right, but no one answered, and listened to Pingbo Daoren's question again, and the senior brothers and sisters around him all turned around to look at themselves, and then they understood that Pingbo Daoren was asking about himself. He immediately replied: "I am also a disciple of Lingshan, so I naturally follow the senior brother in charge." Pingbo Daodao: "It's really rotten wood that can't be carved!"

Han Yiming didn't mean his words, his eyes stared at him, wanting to see how he moved, but he heard Master's voice say, "Ling Yi, why don't you stand here?" Han Yiming was stunned for a moment, looked to the side, and really didn't see the senior brother. Looking at the group of disciples on the side of the Pingbo Daoren, he saw that the senior brother Sima Lingyi was standing over there and did not come! Not only did he not come, but there were more than 20 older senior brothers standing there and did not come!

Zhao Haoyang said: "Ling Yi, don't you want to be a disciple of Lingshan anymore?" Sima Lingyi stood motionless, standing there, Han Yiming was extremely surprised, why couldn't the senior brother come, and couldn't help but say: "Senior brother, did they cast a spell on you? Master, please solve the spell for the senior brother!" But seeing Zhao Haoyang's sharp eyes, he stared at Sima Lingyi and shook his head slightly. Sima Lingyi didn't say a word, the hall was silent, everyone's eyes were on Sima Lingyi, but Sima Lingyi didn't seem to know, his eyes only looked at one place, and he didn't look at the people in Cuiwei Hall at all.

After a while, Pingbo Daoren smiled and said, "The surname is Zhao, Master Sima's nephew is no longer a disciple of Lingshan. He has been thrown into my door, and you don't need to call anymore. Zhao Haoyang turned a deaf ear, and only said to Sima Lingyi: "Ling Yi, are you really going to leave Lingshan?" After a while, Sima Lingyi moved, raised his eyes, and said: "I have not joined the head of Pingbo Dao, I am still a disciple of Lingshan, but I will not follow the current head anymore!" Pingbo Daoist laughed: "Senior nephew Sima, if you don't enter my door, you will follow you." Everyone has their own ambitions, and you also have the talent to be in charge, so you should really be the head of Lingshan. But if you don't follow the head of Lingshan, are you still a disciple of Lingshan?"

Sima Lingyi ignored him either, and only said: "If I were the head of Lingshan, Lingshan would not be where it is today! Freedom is fate, is it possible that we are not fate?" As soon as Han Yiming heard this, he immediately wondered if the senior brother had fallen into evil spirits, although Qinglong would investigate it to the end, but Qinglong was the lord of the East, and fighting with divine beasts did not involve these mortal fetuses of their flesh, let them avoid it, it was enough to see its true colors of the lord of the East, but the senior brother was involved in this matter, which was really surprising. He couldn't help but say, "Senior brother, haven't you been cast a spell by this evil Dao man? Sima Lingyi glanced at him and said, "Senior Brother Han, if you are the head of Lingshan now, I don't think there is anything to say." Originally, it was not surprising that the Demon Sect disciple became the head of Lingshan. The head of Ming and the head of Yuan Hui, aren't they both demon disciples who are in charge, this is called fate. But ......" Speaking of this, he glanced at Ding Wu.

Han Yiming said: "Senior brother, you, do you want to be the head of the house?" Sima Lingyi glanced at him and said: "The head of a faction, illiterate, ordinary, mediocre, ignorant of current affairs, I really don't know how my master chooses the head!" As soon as Han Yiming heard this, he knew that Sima Lingyi was hard-hearted, if he wasn't iron-hearted, these words would not have come out. Sima Lingyi glanced at him again and said, "Senior Brother Han, as for you, you are also a lump of elm. I originally wanted to support you to become the leader, but unfortunately you don't know anything about my hard work!" Han Yiming was dumbfounded and looked at Sima Lingyi. Sima Lingyi said: "You have carefully read the books I gave you, they are all the experiences of changing the dynasty, and many of them are wisdom and strategy. How can the head of Lingshan be in the hands of a person who can't read big characters? If you read those books carefully, you will know what I mean. As long as you want to be the head, I will do my best to assist, and many senior brothers here will push you to be the head. Although your cultivation is not outstanding, but with my heart, you will become an excellent head of Lingshan. But you, let my hard work go down the drain!" Han Yiming couldn't believe his ears, was this really Senior Brother Sima? It was him, but the expression on his face was gloomy, painful, bitter, hateful, and reluctant! After a while, he said: "Senior Brother, but I, I'm not the head of Lingshan! Isn't it good for Senior Brother Ding to be the head of Lingshan? Is it really bad?" Before he could speak, Zhao Haoyang had already shouted: "Yiming, stop talking! You let him speak!" Sima Lingyi said: " Senior Brother Han, if you are the head, I don't dare to compete with you, you should be the head of Lingshan. Two demon slaying disciples have already become the heads, and one more of you is not too much. If Nameless can enlighten wisdom, he will also be the master, do you believe it? I'm an ordinary disciple, how can I win over you?"

Han Yiming wanted to say, "I can't be the head of Lingshan!" But the words came to his mouth and swallowed back, Sima Lingyi said again: "But the head of Lingshan is not you, but him!" He glanced at Ding Wu and said, "Ding Wu, how can you be the head of Lingshan?" Ding Wu did not respond, Sima Lingyi said: "Senior Brother Han, if you are not a demon disciple, if Lingshan is not a demon disciple." Among the disciples, I am the one who has cultivated the deepest, and I am rich in knowledge, and the cultivation of the disciples of Lingshan is headed by me. The ancestor passed on the position to the first disciple of Lingshan, and then passed on the position of head of the sect, it should be me!" I only heard Zhao Haoyang say: "Ling Yi, what you said is wrong! Where do you put us as the masters? If there is not the most suitable disciple in Lingshan, the position of head will be passed on to us." It shouldn't be your turn, don't you think the head of the house also takes turns? There are rules? What a joke!"

Sima Lingyi said: "Pass it on to the masters, okay, then let me ask, which master can take over the position of the head of the sect? The second uncle was very bad for his fellow people in the past, no matter what happens now, if the second uncle is the head of Lingshan, it will be the dirt of Lingshan!" Han Yiming also knows, no matter what the second master is, he can't wipe his past clean, then his cultivation is to the sky, and he can't become the head of Lingshan. I only heard Sima Lingyi say again: "As for the third and fourth uncles, they have dissipated before they have reached the head of the family. Fifth Uncle, what about you, can you be the head of Lingshan? Your disciples are all mediocre, can you be the head of Lingshan?"

Han Yiming knew at this time that Senior Brother Sima had been holding a grudge for a long time, and saying such words at this time, and in front of the people of Pingbo Dao, was tantamount to betraying the master in public! But at this point, he simply let him say it clearly, these words, presumably the people of Pingbo Dao have already heard them, but most of the people in the same sect don't know!

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