Blood Wuyi was also stunned, and said: "What a big deal about those scoundrels of the Juding Sect, even if there are a thousand or ten thousand, we don't care about it, they have fox friends and dog friends, don't we have a few brothers who are like each other? I mean you're going to be in trouble." ”

Hearing this, Fang Zhen relieved his heart, as long as the sect was fine, then he would have nothing to worry about.

Seeing that he was unmoved, Xuewuyi became even more anxious, and said: "Just now, Yuan Hua and Yuan Zhen returned to the mountain and forced the master to get out of the customs, seeing that their frame was about to have a plan." ”

"The general of the defeated army, how can he speak bravely. ”

Fang Scar shook his head and motioned for Bloody Wuyi to sit down and speak.

Yuan Hua and Yuan Zhen naturally knew that they were both the master's senior brothers, with the highest rank and the deepest qualifications in the Qingshan Sect, and they had always coveted the position of this sect master, and they had to make trouble almost every two or three days.

It's just that in terms of strength, either of the two of them is inferior to Gu Yuan, and in terms of prestige, they are too far behind, so they have not succeeded.

Fang Zhen had already seen the surprise, so he didn't pay attention to it at all.

As if to see his thoughts, Blood Wuyi continued: "This time is different from before, they don't want the position of sect master, but they want to force the master to set up another chief disciple. ”

By the end, his voice had already been lowered, and as he spoke, he peeked at Fang Ji's expression.

"Although your strength is not good, your character is not bad, so it is barely okay for this chief disciple to let you do it, but what is Na Rong millions, if you let him be the chief disciple, I am afraid that it will not be long before our Qingshan Sect will be destroyed in his hands......"

He seemed to say a lot more behind him, but Fang Zhen didn't hear a word in his ears, and only the name Rong Baiyuan kept echoing in his mind.

There are many disciples in the Qingshan Sect, but most of them are like blood without clothes, they have good resources, but their qualifications are mediocre, and it is difficult to make breakthroughs in the future, but this is not the same.

He was born poor, it can almost be said that he has no longevity, he knelt in front of the Qingshan Sect for a few days and nights and no one cared, or Fang Zhen looked at him pitifully, and begged the master to accept him as an outer disciple, and since then, Rong Baiqian has become Fang Zhen's little follower.

His qualifications are excellent, and he is not even under the square marks, he is just observing the cultivation of others on the side, and his cultivation has improved by leaps and bounds, and he has already had a tendency to catch up with and surpass the square marks three years ago.

It's just that this person's character is really not very good, Fang Zhen broke him several times and deceived him outside under his own banner, so he began to respect him.

When he returned to Qingshan Sect this time, he didn't see Rong Baiqian, Fang Zhen thought that he had left, but he didn't expect to become the lackey of the Yuan brothers.

Just as he was thinking about it, three bells suddenly rang in the distance, which was a signal to summon the disciples of this sect.

Blood Wuyi's heart tightened, and he suddenly had a strong sense of unease.

"Otherwise, or you better hide first, the other party is huge, I'm afraid ......"

Bloody Wuyi was originally an iron-clad man, but at this time, he spoke a little submissively.

Fang Zhen shook his head without thinking about it, and said, "Sooner or later, I can't hide, not to mention that I can hide for a while, can I hide for a lifetime?"

As he spoke, he straightened his clothes and strode out the door, followed by Bloody Helpless.

When I came to the council hall, it was already full of people, but there was a dead silence, and no one spoke, until I saw the square mark crowd and there was a commotion.

"This guy is not small, he really dares to come, and he deserves to be the chief disciple of my Qingshan Sect. ”

"What kind of courage is not small, I think it is a swollen face and a fat man, the pass up and down the mountain has been guarded by Yuan Shibo, even if he wants to run, can he run away?"

......

Turning a deaf ear to these gossips, he knelt down on the spot, and kowtowed respectfully to Gu Yuan, who was sitting in the center.

A few days ago, Gu Yuan spent a lot of True Yuan in order to save Fang Zhenji, but he has not recovered until now, and at this time he is still a little weak, but he just nodded lightly, his brows are clustered together, and he looks extremely worried.

Scar stood up and was about to take his seat, only to find that another person had already sat in his place.

This man is eighteen or nineteen years old, fair-skinned, handsome, but he often has a dark smile on his face, which makes people feel very uncomfortable when they see it.

He is none other than Rong Baiqian.

He and Fang Zhen almost worshiped the master with their front and back feet, but the circumstances were very different, Fang Zhen was the chief at the beginning, while Rong Baiqian barely became an outer disciple.

Just a few years ago, he was not qualified enough to come to this hall, but now he is sitting in the position of chief disciple in a grand manner, and no one dares to object.

"Oh, I'm sorry big brother, did I take your place?"

Rong Baiwan pretended to stand up, although he called Senior Brother in his mouth, but his face was not a little respectful, but full of mockery.

As he spoke, he respectfully asked Fang Zhen to sit down.

"No need......

Before Fang Zhen's words were finished, the blood Wuyi on the side walked over and said, "Why don't you sit, this is your position." ”

So saying, he went to move the chair, but as soon as his hand touched it, the chair turned to dust.

There was an uproar in the lobby, and everyone knew that all this was the masterpiece of Rong Millions.

Originally, breaking a chair was not a miracle, but to make it break without falling apart, it required advanced cultivation.

It must have been when he stood up, he quietly carried the true yuan to shatter the chair, as long as the slightest external force touched, it would turn into ashes, this move naturally wanted to make Fang Zhen ugly in front of people, and at the same time showed his profound cultivation.

At least among the younger generation present, there is no one who has such strength.

Seeing that the blood was unclothed and disturbed his plan, a touch of viciousness also appeared in Rong Baiqian's eyes.

"Why?"

Fang Scar lowered his head, and his face became extremely ugly.

People go to high places, and water flows to low places, this is understandable, Fang Zhen can also understand his ambition to become the chief disciple, but he really can't understand why he wants to make a fool of himself in public.

"Why, you're still asking me why, hehe. ”

Rong smiled sadly and said, "You have suppressed me for so many years, I am a little angry, can't I?"

"Fart!"

Before Fang Zhen could speak, the bloody clothes on the side couldn't help but interject, "If it weren't for Senior Brother Fang, you would have starved to death on the streets, and you would still be able to show off your martial arts here? If this is also suppression, then it would have crushed you to death a long time ago!

Hearing the words of the blood without clothes, a trace of fierceness flashed in Rong Baiwan's eyes, and the whole person suddenly became manic, and trembled: "I just don't accept it, I am from the same background as him, I am of the same age, and I also worship the master with the front and back feet, why is he the chief, but I want to be the outer door? Is my qualification worse than him? No, it's just that he is lucky, all this should belong to me, it is mine." ”

By the end, his voice was high-pitched, and his face had become hideous.