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At night, in a magnificent hall of the Hengyue Sect, hundreds of figures sat down, all of them were the same generation as the Tongxuan Zhenren, and they were all the Taishang elders of the Hengyue Sect.

This is the Council of Elders of the Hengyue Sect, and the major affairs in the sect on weekdays are decided only after their deliberations.

On weekdays, every time the elders of the Hengyue Sect meet, before waiting for the discussion, the atmosphere will be suppressed in advance, and the strong smell of gunpowder will permeate the audience, and almost every time it will be noisy, the face will be red and the neck will be thick.

Today, however, the atmosphere in the presbyterian hall was unusually relaxed, and almost everyone had a smile on their faces, as if the important matters they were discussing today did not seem to have been discussed in the first place.

So, today, the Supreme Elders gathered together, and the thing they discussed was: Choosing the Holy Son.

Generally speaking, like the Three Sects, the disciples with the highest cultivation talent in the sect would be crowned Holy Sons, and their status was higher than that of the nine true lineages in the sect, or even the status of ordinary elders.

Naturally, since he is the Holy Son, it is natural that he is the next head of the sect, which is a bit like the crown prince in the mortal realm.

"Let Yin Zhiping be my Hengyue's holy son, no one should object!" Above, Tong Xuan Zhenren glanced around with a smile, and the tone between the lines was full of irreversible majesty.

"That's nature. As soon as Tong Xuanzhen's words fell, a white-haired old man stroked his beard with a smile.

"Ninety percent of the compatible host, let him be the host, and he deserves his name. A white-haired old woman nodded.

"There's no need to discuss this at all!" the other Supreme Elder spread his hands, "It's a sure thing!"

"Master, uncles, Dingtian has something to say. Just as the Supreme Elders nodded, Yang Dingtian, who was sitting at the bottom, spoke, interrupting everyone's voices.

"Oh?" Tong Xuan Zhenren stroked his beard lightly and said with a smile, "You are the head of Hengyue, if you have something to say, you can say it." ”

Yang Dingtian took a deep breath and stood up from his seat, "I don't agree with Yin Zhiping as a holy son. ”

As soon as these words came out, Tong Xuan Zhenren, who was still smiling at the last moment, couldn't help but sink his face, not only him, but also more than ninety percent of the elders in the hall couldn't help frowning slightly.

"Don't you agree with Yin Zhiping as a holy son?" Tong Xuan Zhenren looked down at Yang Dingtian below with slightly narrowed eyes, he was the ancestor of Hengyue, he had always said the same, and he was used to dictatorship, and now that someone disobeyed him, his face was naturally ugly.

"Yes. Yang Dingtian took a deep breath again.

"That's a ninety percent compatible host. Tong Xuan Zhenren snorted coldly, "How huge his potential is, it is the future of my Hengyue, with him, I can ensure that my Hengyue will not fade for nine hundred years, if he is not qualified to be the Holy Son, then you should tell me, who else in Hengyue can be the Holy Son." ”

"Master, being a Holy Son requires not only strength, but also vision, mind and courage. Yang Dingtian spoke, looking up at Tong Xuan Zhenren under strong pressure, "And these three points, that Yin Zhiping didn't occupy any of them, compared to him, the disciple thinks that Ye Chen of the Jade Girl Peak is more suitable." ”

"Ye Chen, can he compare to a ninety percent compatible host?" Tong Xuan Zhenren sneered, with anger on his face, "I have some doubts about your vision now, no matter how amazing a disciple is, can he compare to the host?"

"How powerful is the complete Taixu Ancient Dragon Soul, wasn't it still cut into three paths by the Xuanchen Ancestor in the past?" Yang Dingtian still looked directly at Tongxuan Zhenren, "Although the strength of the Taixu Ancient Dragon Soul is strong, it is not impossible to compete, let alone become the decisive factor for the enthronement of the Holy Son. ”

"Yang Dingtian. Tong Xuan Zhenren let out a loud shout and got up from his seat openly, "You dare to compare Ye Chen with the ancestor." ”

"I don't dare. Yang Dingtian hurriedly said, "I'm just expounding on the fact that Ye Chen can break the legend of Xuan Ling's undefeated, and his potential and talent are not weaker than the host of the ninety percent fit." ”

"You know what. After being knocked off one after another, Tongxuan Zhenren snorted coldly, "The balance of the three sects is all maintained by the Taixu Ancient Dragon Soul, let Ye Chen be the Holy Son, can he protect the future Hengyue?

"What Senior Brother Tongxuan said is extremely true. A Supreme Elder stroked his beard, "The host of ninety percent fit is infinitely close to a perfect fit, and it is an existence against the sky, Dingtian, you are really blind this time." ”

"I also agree with Senior Brother Tongxuan's point of view. "One of the Supreme Elders spoke, "No matter how amazing Ye Chen is, he will never be able to reach the height of Xuanchen's ancestor, and he can't compare to the host of ninety percent fit." ”

"I agree. Another Supreme Elder groaned, "Let Ye Chen be the Holy Son, where to place the host, I'm afraid that if this matter spreads, the outside world will laugh off the big teeth!"

This is reasonable, and it is natural for the host to be the Holy Son. ”

"Dingtian, you have to plan for the long term, and you have to understand what kind of existence the ninety percent fit host is. ”

Since Tong Xuan Zhenren said it, the voices in the hall have come and gone, and in the end, a tidal tide has formed, and almost more than ninety percent of the Supreme Elders have supported Yin Zhiping's ascension, not Ye Chen.

Such an overwhelming situation makes Yang Dingtian's figure below seem a little thin, although he is the head of Hengyue, although he has the right to speak, but he is only one person after all, in the face of this face, Rao is also powerless.

Ay!

Yang Dingtian sighed in his heart, he had never felt as helpless as this time.

I don't know when the voice in the temple died down.

Above, Tong Xuan Zhenren looked down at Yang Dingtian below with a gloomy face, "Almost everyone supports the host, what else do you have to say." ”

"Since the master and all the uncles and uncles support Yin Zhiping, then Dingtian naturally has nothing to say. Yang Dingtian's expression remained unchanged, still looking directly at Tong Xuan Zhenren, "But Master, I still don't think Yin Zhiping is the best candidate, time will tell, who is the one who will guard the future Hengyue." ”

"You don't need to lecture me. Tong Xuan Zhenren snorted coldly, "When the host is out of the customs, I will personally train him, as for you, go back and reflect on it! Very disappointed. ”

In this way, Dingtian retired. Yang Dingtian took a deep breath, bowed his hand, and then immediately turned around and strode out of the main hall.

...........。

Hengyue Sect Underground Palace.

Yin Zhiping, who was sitting on the altar, opened his eyes slightly, his eyes flashed with tyrannical and bloodthirsty light, and the corners of his mouth were soaked in that playful smile, and his face was a little hideous and terrifying.

"Do you know why I chose you?" In the dark, there seemed to be an ethereal voice sounding in his head.

"Why. ”

"Because, you have a demonic heart. ”