I was sad for a while, and then I heard someone crying over there. When I looked up, I saw that all the sects had lifted aside the disciples who had been swept down by the white dragon, dead and wounded. After all, the white dragon is a spiritual creature, and where the long tail passes, who can stop it? It's just that one side cries the most, and if you look closely, a group of gray-clothed people are surrounded by one side, crying and can't stop crying!

Han Yiming was wondering to himself, and suddenly saw that Yuan Hui was also among them! Suddenly remembered that these people were all Yuan Hui's fellow disciples, and then saw that they were all gathered in a pile, completely different from the disciples of other sects who each lifted their senior brothers to the side, and was puzzled, and suddenly heard someone whispering next to him: "If Uncle Gu is really an immortal, who will Chenxi Mountain hand over?" Han Yiming was taken aback, looked to his side, and saw two unknown faces, but they were both carrying swords, and he knew that they were also senior brothers who came together. glanced at Yuan Hui's side, and it was inconvenient to go over, so he looked at the two of them. The two of them didn't pay attention to him at all, and one of them whispered, "Isn't it going to be passed on to the eldest disciple?" The other shook his head: "I don't think so! I'm afraid it should be passed on to Senior Brother Yuan Hui! If you don't believe it, let's make a bet." ”

The man from before: "What are you betting on?" Han Yiming couldn't listen to it, so he didn't care about interrupting the two of them, so he called out "Senior brother!" and saluted the two. Both of them turned their heads to look at him, and said, "It turned out to be the junior junior brother of the Lingshan Sect! What do you think of the junior brother?" The two of them were polite, Han Yiming glanced at the disciples of Chenxi Mountain, and said, "The two senior brothers said Uncle Gu, what's wrong with his old man?" The two looked at him and looked up and down again, their expressions were quite surprised. Han Yiming didn't know how they could be like this, and he was depressed, and one of them said, "This junior brother, don't you know that Senior Uncle Gu was hit by that demon dragon?"

Han Yiming was taken aback, and suddenly remembered that the dragon claws of the white dragon had grabbed the chest of the person in front of Yuan Hui, and he had clearly seen blood flowing from his chest. It turned out that person was Gu Hongbo, Yuan Hui's master! Han Yiming glanced over there again, and said, "No, isn't it saved?" Another person said: "The little junior brother was also present at the time! The division commanders of all factions have passed, and it depends on the creation of Gu Shibo. Although that demon dragon has not yet become a dragon, it is also very powerful! Thanks to Gu Shibo, we can still survive until now, if we were to be caught a long time ago. ”

Han Yiming couldn't listen to it, gritted his teeth, ignored these two words, looked around, and sure enough, he only saw the disciples of the sect, and he didn't see the teachers of the various factions. For a moment, I looked over there. But they couldn't see a reason, and the two agreed to bet on one side, not caring about him at all.

Later, when the master and the two uncles came back together, Han Yiming saw that the master's face was slightly solemn, and he held back the words that came to his mouth. Seeing that the brothers and sisters were silent, it became more and more difficult to speak. Glancing over there again, except for the noisy voices of the disciples of the Fanshan faction, the rest of the sects were silent. What Han Yiming was thinking was what the two of them had said before. But looking at the expressions of the masters and uncles, it is known that Daoist Gu Hongbo is lacking in skills, so there is no need to ask again. But I don't know who has been in charge of Dusty Mountain since then?

Not long after, the disciples of Dusty Creek Mountain came to pay their respects. Yuan Hui bore the brunt of the attack, walking in front of several fellow doors, bowing to Lu Yueqing, Zhao Haoyang and Chen Weiyu, but several fellow disciples behind him all knelt down and saluted. Han Yiming didn't need to ask, just stood aside and watched, and knew that the head of Chenxi Mountain had really passed it on to Yuan Hui. couldn't help but take a closer look at Yuan Hui, Yuan Hui's face was full of grief, but it made Han Yiming shudder. Under his sad and sad face, there was a slight sense of complacency. The pride under the grief can't help but make people a little frightened and chilled. I hope I was wrong and dazzled.

After Yuan Hui saluted, he straightened up and said, "The disciple came to thank the teachers of Lingshan for their rescue and support to the master. As he spoke, he raised his sleeves to wipe away his tears, straightened his clothes, and then knelt down and saluted. Lu Yueqing hurriedly stopped: "Yuan Hui, you are also the head of the faction now, don't make this big gift." You don't have to be polite, we have been friends with your master for hundreds of years, how can we look at it!" Yuan Hui no longer insisted, and said some words of gratitude with tears in his eyes, and then took his disciples to thank other sects.

Yuan Hui walked away, and the disciples of Lingshan also dispersed. Han Yiming glanced at Yuan Hui's back, and was about to walk away, but heard the fourth senior uncle say: "Senior brother is too fast, why do you want to help him? If it is me, I will never reach out to help him." Look at his smug look, if he wants to worship or not, it is better not to help. What if you really let him bow down? You are a generation older!" Han Yiming felt a pang in his heart, the fourth uncle was the smartest, since the fourth uncle also had this opinion, he was not dazzled. glanced at the senior brothers around, only to see that the senior brothers all turned a deaf ear and did their own things. Knowing that the senior brothers had never heard it, he quietly listened to it.

Lu Yueqing said: "Alas, junior brother, I also deeply feel that it seems a little inappropriate for Senior Brother Gu to hand over Chenxi Mountain to Yuan Hui. The disciples of Chenxi Mountain are much better than Yuan Hui's cultivation, and the eldest disciple Fu Xingchen is only better than Yuan Hui in all aspects. But on his deathbed, he passed this son to Yuan Hui, alas! This is really surprising. Chen Weiyu said: "You see Yuan Hui walking with the wind, swaying his shoulders, and ignoring his heels. Sure enough, the master passed away, and he couldn't hold back his joy. That's why I said that the senior brother doesn't have to help him, and it's okay to kill him. How can the head of the family be frivolous and unstable? Alas, if he let Senior Brother Gu see it, he is afraid that he will regret it. ”

Zhao Haoyang said: "I don't know if you have noticed that behind Yuan Hui's face, there seems to be another face?" Lu Yueqing sighed and said: "Senior brother, how can you not notice it? Now that he is now in charge, it is even more difficult to explain. Chen Weiyu said: "Alas, it can only be when he is frightened by this accident, and he can't help but feel a little happy, angry, sad, and happy! Zhao Haoyang said: "Why didn't the fourth senior brother say this to him, so that he was also a little vigilant?" Chen Weiyu sneered: "Senior brother is so upright! If Yuan Hui is a disciple of Lingshan, I will teach him." But he is not a disciple of Lingshan, so what good do I care about him?"

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