Time passed slowly, and half an hour later, Li Zizai walked in with Feng Wushuang's fallen leaves and the fifth soft, Li Zizai came to Feng Qingyang and other elders and wanted to sit down, but found that his chair could not be found.

Then he saw Ye Xuan's buttocks, Li Zizai twitched the corners of his mouth, and he didn't care, he took out an identical chair from the storage ring and sat down, while Feng Wushuang and the three of them stood obediently behind.

At this time, Xiao Ye opened his eyes.

"If there is anything to say now, after this door there will be no more disagreements. ”

Liu Ran still didn't speak, the stars in Dongfang Qingtian's eyes surged, and he glanced at the pavilion master of the Torture Pavilion lightly.

The Pavilion Master of the Torture Pavilion coughed, and it seemed that he was not used to speaking: "According to the rules, the selection of the Holy Son should be discussed with all the sub-Pavilion Masters, and at least three people must agree before the position of the Holy Son can be determined." ”

The Holy Son, that is, the Young Holy Lord.

"Leng Buyu is right, the head of the family has set the position of the Holy Son so hastily, I am a little unwilling. ”

The pavilion master of the Sword Pavilion stretched out his fingers and dusted off his body, and said truthfully.

His disciple is extraordinary, he is a rare good seedling, so he has always hoped that his disciple can sit in the position of this holy son, his disciple and he all think so, but he didn't expect that there would be a Ye Xuan later.

"Liu Ran agrees, the head of the sect agrees, I agree, three people are enough!"

The imperial aura on Dongfang Qingtian's body became more and more intense, and the faces of all the oppressors were solemn, and they unconsciously had a sense of respect.

made Ye Xuan speechless, the strength of this Dongfang Qingtian may be equal to others, but this momentum is not as good as Xiao Ye and Feng Qingyang.

Liu Ran still didn't speak, just hummed lightly.

"In that case, I have nothing to say!"

The Pavilion Master nodded coldly and stopped talking.

The Torture Pavilion is indispensable in the Tianya Sea Pavilion, and it is also the fairest in the Tianya Sea Pavilion, if it doesn't meet the rules, even if you are in charge, don't think about it, but since it is in line with the rules, I naturally have no other problems.

In this way, Ye Xuan looked at Fan Xian, the pavilion master of the Sword Pavilion!

It's as if the gauze on the eyes is not covering the eyes.

"As a holy son, his cultivation naturally can't be too low, his combat power must also be outstanding, and he must have enough intelligence and skill, are you sure that Ye Xuan has this ability?"

The wooden door of this hall is a little old, but it is not so that even the wind can't stop it, the breeze is like a sharp sword sliding towards Ye Xuan's chest, the speed is not fast, but it is difficult to find.

Ye Xuan raised his hand, picked up the cup of tea that was placed in front of Xiao Ye, and drank it to himself, the breeze sword suddenly dissipated when it slid half a foot in front of Ye Xuan's chest, and then a handsome young figure like a demon appeared in front of Ye Xuan out of thin air.

It's Ye Feng!

Ye Feng landed, glanced back at Ye Xuan, who was drinking tea by himself, and looked at Ye Xuan's blindfolded gauze, Ye Feng was a little angry.

He's not a person who gets angry, so he's going to let it out.

A blood-colored half-moon rose up behind him, and then disappeared again in the blink of an eye, and Ye Feng stood quietly beside Ye Xuan like this, as if nothing had happened.

However, the body of the disciple of the Sword Pavilion Master Fan Xian suddenly trembled, and the qi around his body contracted, and then suddenly burst to a peak, this was an out-and-out broken powerhouse.

"Enough!"

Fan Xian scolded his disciple, then put away the Erlang leg that had been cocked, glanced down at the trace of black hair that fell from the head of his beloved disciple Ming Ruye, and clapped his hands: "Interesting and interesting, I heard about Ye Xuan and Ye Feng before I came, and when I saw it today, I really felt that there was no vain under the fame." ”

Ming Ruye reined in the momentum that was about to erupt, his face was slightly gloomy, and his eyes looked at Ye Feng with anger, as if he was blaming him for being nosy, maybe it was because he was a broken powerhouse who was cut off by someone else so easily, he looked a little angry.

"See what?"

Ye Feng glanced at him, frowned slightly, and asked with some puzzlement.

"Nothing!"

The pupils of Ming Ruye's eyes constricted, his body retreated, his momentum disappeared without a trace, he no longer spoke, and where he stood before, a strand of hair fell again.

Ye Xuan stretched out a hand to pull Ye Feng's wrist and pulled him behind him, because he knew that if he didn't open his mouth again, he would still be losing a few strands of hair in the night.

"Ye Xuan is the Holy Son, no one can change this, if you are not convinced, you can challenge him, but no matter what the result is, he is still the Holy Son. ”

Fan Xian nodded, feeling quite bored: "Senior brother in charge, I'm curious, why are you so optimistic about him?"

Xiao Ye laughed rarely: "I'm more curious, when did the people of the Sword Pavilion become interested in power?"

Fan Xian was stunned, bright as a night, and cold and silent.

Indeed, as the most elite force of the Heavenly End Sea Pavilion, the Sword Pavilion itself represents power, why should it pursue the impossible to get?

The purpose of the Tianya Pavilion is the unity of the disciples of the sect.

Anything that affects this point will be defined by the Torture Pavilion and cut off by the Sword Pavilion, and there will never be a second way out.

"It's nothing, it's just a joke between children!"

Fan Xian lifted Erlang's legs again, but his tone became gentle, obviously as a person from the end of the world, this consciousness is still there.

"Where's Zongya? He didn't come?"

Ye Xuan just drank the tea in his mouth and spit it out, if it wasn't for someone else's reminder, he really forgot about this cheap master who wanted to accept him as an apprentice without the slightest warning.

"He's used to being idle, so he'll come when it's time to come. ”

The four sub-pavilions of one main pavilion chatted together for a long time, seemingly ignoring the previous unpleasantness, because there was no sunlight in the water mansion, Ye Xuan estimated that it should be evening, and these people were gradually leaving.

The disciple of the Sword Pavilion Pavilion Master Fan Xian also looked back at Ye Xuan and Ye Feng when he was about to leave at night, and the violent aura on his body disappeared, replaced by a strong battle intent.

Ye Feng could cut off two strands of his hair, and naturally he could also cut off his head.

But Ming Ruye has confidence, although the two brothers in front of him are strong, but he is not afraid of a battle.

He is a disciple of the Sword Pavilion, he is a swordsman, and only he who draws his sword is the strongest.

Ye Feng's control of space has reached the point of perfection, so he can silently cut off the hair that is as bright as the night, but can he be able to cut it three times if he falls it once?

No one knows that.

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