White Horse Martial Sect.

There were more than ten people gathered in the main hall of the sect.

They looked at the white-clothed young man on the first seat in silence, who was the acting head of the sect.

Several of the young monks, with unkind expressions, looked at the white-clothed young man in the gaze, more like a villain, a villain who had snatched their treasure.

"Why did Master suddenly retreat and hand over the order to you? Little junior brother, you should explain this matter. ”

"Senior Brother is right! Even if the master is in retreat and needs to be the acting head of the house, it should be the senior brother, not you, the junior brother. Of course, I'm just curious, and I don't mean anything else. ”

"What the senior brother and the second senior brother said have all made sense! Now that all the elders are present, this matter should be made clear. ”

Someone broke the silence, which immediately attracted a few young people to chim.

Although some other people did not speak, they also looked at the white-clothed young man in the first seat with questioning eyes.

A few days ago, the head of the White Horse Martial Sect suddenly announced a retreat, and handed over the head order to the youngest disciple to take charge and act as the head of the sect.

This made many people unconvinced, especially the head disciples.

According to common sense, even if the White Horse Martial Sect needs to act as the head of the sect, it should come first and come first, and the senior disciple of the head should act as the agent, rather than the junior disciple who is the last in line.

Hearing these questions, the young man in white who was sitting in the head of the house did not speak, and still sat there silently.

"Senior brother, you're talking!"

A beautiful woman spoke, her tone anxious.

Perhaps she felt that there was something wrong with this tone, so she added a sentence and covered it up: "Senior sister is not bullying you for your young age, but worrying about your safety! After all, you have been assassinated and injured, and if there is another accident that causes the loss of the master's order, it will not be good." ”

The pretty girl still has a lot of face, and after she asked, the young man in white was finally willing to explain.

"The reason why Master handed over the order to me is because he is partial. ”

Long Cheng nodded as he spoke, and took out the master's order, shook it in front of everyone, and stuffed it into his arms.

Master's eccentricity?!

This reason is invincible.

The man who questioned at the beginning, as well as the beautiful woman just now, were all angry.

For a while, they were speechless and couldn't find half a reason to refute it.

The master is eccentric, what can he do when he is an apprentice?

"If nothing else, you can go back, I still have to go to Master and ask him to help me heal. ”

Long reversed and waved his hand to drive people away, not wanting to say more.

Because these people here are not good birds!

Several senior brothers and sisters all wanted to snatch the position of acting head, while several elders supported them, each with their own careful thoughts.

However, these people did not dare to disobey the order openly.

Long Rebellion's position was set by his master, that is, the head of the sect himself, and there were left and right Dharma protectors to testify, no one could do anything!

What made his egg hurt was that the left and right protectors hung up.

In fact, the master also hung up, but just pretended not to hang up, and declared that he was in retreat.

In other words, the loyal ministers are dead, and the traitors are alive and well.

"Little junior brother, didn't you say that Master is in retreat, and no one is seen, how can he heal you?!"

The head disciple, Li Fengyun, who was wearing a black and gold robe, asked with a gloomy face.

"He didn't see anyone but me. ”

Long Yi explained very seriously, and added: "Master is so eccentric, what can I do." ”

Crunch ......

Li Fengyun gritted his teeth, his face black as the bottom of a pot.

"Little junior brother, what you said is not a son of man, not a son of man!"

The second disciple of the head who was sitting next to Li Fengyun shook his head and criticized.

It's a pity that Long Wei didn't pay attention to them anymore, stood up and left, refusing to even say a word.

Everyone looked at each other, watching Long Shun leave the hall, but after all, they didn't muster up the courage and slapped him to death.

Zongmen forbidden land, Tianwai Mountain.

This is a small mountain, but it is rumored to be a treasure mountain that came from outside the sky three hundred years ago.

Since the construction of the building here, it has been listed as a forbidden place by successive masters, and without the orders of the masters, it is impossible to enter the magic circle.

For 300 years, only a handful of people have seen it.

This made many disciples extremely curious, what secrets were hidden in the Tianwai Mountain?

"Master, the apprentice is back. ”

Long Wei stood in front of the building and shouted, took out the master's order, opened the prohibition and walked in.

Buzzing.

The bizarre magic circle shook slightly, and the back of the dragon disappeared.

Soon, Long Wei appeared on the second floor of Tianwai Building, where in addition to him, there was also a dead old man.

The dead old man is the head of the White Horse Martial Arts Sect, and he has a very dragging name, Long Potian!

"Your apprentices, all day long, thinking about fighting for power, whatever. ”

Long Cheng complained to the dead old man, but unfortunately the dead old man was really dead, just because he cultivated high before his death, and the body did not decompose.

"I've been assassinated once, and I'm too scared to go out, what can I do?"

"Uncle, why don't I pack up my savings and run away. ”

The dragon reverse is very big.

In the past three days, he has not dared to leave the inner gate, because his predecessor has been assassinated by others, so he can wear through the soul and assume the title of young master.

But now that the dragon is completely cultivated, even the dogs raised in the sect can kill him, which makes him unable to sleep all day long.

It's hard to live again, but I can't survive one episode and hang up again, how aggrieved is it?!

Gotta find a way!

Long Rebell's gaze looked at the dead old man again, and beside the dead old man, there was a secret book: the True Book of Immortality.

It was precisely because of the cultivation of the Immortal True Scripture that the old man died.

He definitely bought a fake at a bargain.

But right now, apart from the legacy of the dead old man, Long Rebellion really has no other exercises.

Because the exercises cultivated by the predecessor are also immortal scriptures.

As for why, the dead old man would share his secret with the little apprentice, Long Yi felt that there were two answers.

First, the dead old man is super eccentric.

Second, the dead old man let the little apprentice step on the thunder.

But whatever the reason, it doesn't matter now.

"Do I want to continue cultivating?"

"If you don't cultivate, you won't cultivate, and you'll definitely die a miserable death. If you cultivate, you may go crazy and die a miserable death. ”

"The only difference is between suicide and homicide. ”

Long Wei covered his head, entangled for a long time, but still decided to cultivate.

It's better to kill yourself than to kill him.

This is my life, not my fate!

According to the residual memory, he began to practice according to the gourd drawing scoop operation method.

After a while, Long Wei felt a wonderful power flowing in his body, and finally stored it below his navel.

Is this cultivation?

It feels good.

Long Wei regretted it a little, why didn't he start cultivating earlier.

Buzzing!

Suddenly, his head was dizzy, and he immediately scared Long Cheng into a trembling tremble, and it was over, and he went crazy!

This immortal scripture is indeed fake!

But the picture that appeared next had nothing to do with going crazy at all, more like a golden finger.

Long Wei seemed to have entered an illusory space, and a huge lottery wheel appeared in front of him, with a few lines of words written in the lower right corner.

Number of True Qi: 99.

The ordinary lottery consumes 100 True Qi each time.