Chapter 276: Anger

Under the furious heart of Elder Stylan, there seemed to be something special hidden, and that kind of thing took root in everyone's hearts, and only a few people were able to uproot it, and the rest of the sentient beings were suffering in it.

Elder Stygian hadn't actually been angry for many years, and it wasn't so much that Elder Stygian had a good temper, but that Elder Stygian had no need to be angry. Elder Stygian Lan had been in the position of the Third Elder for hundreds of years, and she remained untouched no matter how the world changed. When the Second Elder of the Great Elder cleared away the dissidents, Elder Stygian Lan escaped, and when the Hall of Elders changed blood once in a hundred years, Elder Stygian Lan held on.

Elder Stygian actually has a great prestige in the sect, not only has good merits, but also is modest, does not covet authority on the outside, almost does not use power for personal gain, and it seems that there is no opposition to the monopoly rule of the Great Elder and the Second Elder, so Elder Stygian is very much loved in the sect, originally the two of them were suspicious and wary of Elder Stylus, but Elder Styling relied on her patience to wear away the vigilance of Styx Abyss little by little, and this has been sitting firmly in Diaoyutai for hundreds of years.

In the eyes of Elder Minglan, he was naturally more noble than the other elder disciples, and the eldest elder and the second elder were just clowns with better luck, and he only needed to pretend to be high and ignorant of the world, so he could avoid the hatred of the two. In Elder Stylan's heart, the position of Great Elder would be hers sooner or later, and she just needed to wait slowly for that opportunity to come. She, Elder Stygian, had the patience to wait for the time to arise.

Everything before was within Elder Stylan's plan without exception, Elder Stygian thought that he was extremely smart and extremely talented, in the face of this group of beam-jumping clowns, Elder Stygian Lan didn't have any need to be angry with them, he just had to watch them juggle in place, and it didn't affect her mentality at all.

Elder Stygian had already thought that his mentality was already very good, and after going through so many things, he could already handle anything with complete rationality. But Elder Stygian was wrong, completely wrong, and his body was incomplete.

When facing this Qin Ping, who seemed to be a spoiled gentleman, the trend of things was once beyond the control of Elder Stylan, from the initial meeting, to the subsequent cooperation, to the seizure of the position of the Great Elder, and now to the competition for new dominance, Elder Stygian felt that the trend of things had begun to completely deviate, and he was simply being led by the nose.

This Qin Ping, whether it was his strategy, his strength, or even the power in his hands, completely exceeded Elder Stylan's expectations, bringing unprecedented and powerful pressure to Elder Stylan. Elder Stygian Lan also lost his mind all of a sudden, and suppressed Qin Ping with all his might, wanting to use this extreme way to test Qin Ping or force him to bow his head.

Elder Stygian actually felt his own incompetence, and Elder Stylan's current pain came from the anger of his own incompetence, and the complex emotions of being caught up or even surpassed by a junior in all directions. Elder Stygian is now like returning to his youthful and vigorous era, as a defensive monk, as a female monk, he still has to be strong and unwilling to admit defeat, and is rejected by almost everyone, Elder Stygian Lan uses his sharp minions to knock those people down one by one. At that time, anger was the driving force for Elder Stylan's progress, and it was also a weapon to overcome obstacles, but now, anger is likely to be Elder Stylan's epitaph, making Elder Stylan go to the grave.

The power exuded by Elder Stygian was stronger than one wave, and the whole room began to shake slowly, and a glimmer of light flashed around the room in an instant, and the formation used to protect Elder Stylan's residence was stimulated, resisting Elder Stylan's attacks in waves, which preserved the original appearance of Elder Stylan's courtyard.

Qin Ping had already drunk the tea in the cup, and helplessly glanced at the remaining tea and tea leaves in the cup, put the quilt on the table, pushed it in the direction of "Qin Ping", and motioned for "Qin Ping" to change the tea. "Qin Ping" took the cup pushed by Qin Ping, took two steps to change a new cup of tea for Qin Ping, and Qin Ping immediately took the tea handed by "Qin Ping" into his hand and began to slowly cool the tea.

In fact, "Qin Ping" watched as Elder Stygian Lan raised the crutch in his hand, and also incorporated a large amount of vitality into the beads on the handle of the crutch. Elder Stygian seemed to be brewing some powerful secret technique, and even the expression on his face was distorted because of this. But Elder Stygian didn't move after he raised the cane in his hand, leaving only the glowing bead that kept flowing slowly.

"Qin Ping"'s Qingguang Sword was still very effective under such an offensive, and the powerful pressure that came over again and again with teeth and claws was instantly cut away by that sharp aura, and "Qin Ping" didn't know what was going on as always. "Qin Ping" showed that puzzled expression again, as if he was sticking it on Elder Stylan's face, and asked Elder Stylan what the hell are you doing?

Now the most difficult situation among the three people is Meng Li, although his cultivation is higher than "Qin Ping", and he is also proficient in the magic of the divine soul, it stands to reason that Meng Li is more comfortable in dealing with confrontation than "Qin Ping". But I can't bear to "Qin Ping" cheating, no matter what bull ghosts and snake gods, they have disappeared under the Qingguang Sword, "Qin Ping" is now like a traveler who came to the house of the three elders of the Xuanyun Sect to play, his eyes were full of novelty and doubt.

Meng Li's muscles were now bruised and his face was flushed, as if he was trying his best to hide the fact that he was suppressed. Meng Li's study of the divine soul is thorough, but it doesn't mean that Meng Li's understanding of the water attribute is deep enough, Meng Li's ability to survive under such suppression can only be passively defended and survive, and he doesn't know how to crack this powerful oppressive force of Elder Stygian.

Elder Stylan's heart was dripping blood, what the hell was going on with Qin Ping and his impostor, who were able to easily resist such a powerful attack as her. Only this Meng Li is more normal, suppressed by his own operation, of course, Meng Li is not an ordinary monk in the early stage of entering the Holy Realm, otherwise, Meng Li is very likely to be directly overwhelmed to the ground by the powerful power of Elder Stygian Lan now, unable to move.

The sharpest look in Elder Stylan's eyes slowly disappeared, and Elder Stygian gradually put down the crutch in his hand, and the aqua blue orb gradually returned to the appearance of wood because of the loss of the vitality in Elder Stylan's body, and perfectly integrated into the handle of Elder Stylan's crutch. The oppressive atmosphere that filled this room instantly dissipated, and Elder Stygian Lan admitted defeat.

In this world, what is the most important, or what is the standard of measurement, everyone can tell you very clearly, strength, your own strength is the most important, as long as the strength is strong enough, you have the right to speak, the chess player ticket in exchange for violence.