The group of people waited for a small half a day before waiting for the arrival of the Songshan faction.

To Han Ping'er's regret, he did not see Bianleshan among the visitors.

"Uncle Shi, the three people headed by them are all high-level Kongtong, known as the three elders of Kongtong, I have dealt with them a few years ago, the leader is Yu Wenliang, the whip is resolute and mighty, nicknamed the mountain whip, the latter two are called Hu Tiefei and Shen Yuantong respectively, the former is famous for his stunt is an iron fan, known as the fan Qiankun, the latter makes the sword, it is said that the way of the sword has been superb, such as the arm makes the finger, the people of the rivers and lakes send the arm sword!"

Picking up the mountain whip Yu Wenliang? Hu Tiefei in the fan? Through the arm sword Shen Yuantong?

This nickname is really more than a bells and whistles!

Han Ping'er felt funny in her heart, and when she glanced at it, she saw that the faces of the three people were all in their fifties, and they wanted to be of the same generation as Song Qingfeng, Feng Buwei, Li He and others from the Huashan faction, and they were the same batch of people.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, the mountains are high and the rivers are far away, and there was some delay on the road."

There are a lot of people sent by Kongtong, in addition to the three elders, there are nearly fifty disciples alone, a large number of bustling, from the bottom of the mountain to the top, saying sorry and the like, but walking is a grind.

Several of the disciples even pointed at the people of the Huashan Sect and whispered these things.

"Elder Feng, Elder Li, don't come unharmed." After Yu Wenliang greeted Feng Buwei and others, he was stunned when he saw Han Ping'er sitting on the first seat, and then looked at Feng Buwei incredulously, and said, "Who is this?" ”

"This is my sect's senior uncle and ancestor, and I am under the Taishang Elder Wan Yan!" Don't wait for the seal to answer, the wind standing beside Han Ping'er said loudly.

"Haha......" Everyone in the Kunlun faction laughed.

Yu Wenliang looked at Han Ping'er carefully, and saw that he was only in his twenties at most, and secretly thought that this Huashan faction was really getting more and more mixed, a hairy boy, he actually sat in the first place, and said what is the disciple of the ancestor!

However, he had something in his heart, and he didn't say anything publicly, but just said politely: "It turned out to be a senior disciple of Elder Taishang's predecessor, and he has been looking up to ...... for a long time."

With that, he walked over to the vacant seat and sat down.

Hu Tiefei and Shen Yuantong also found a vacant seat to sit down, and a group of Kongtong disciples stood behind the three of them.

Li He saw that everyone had arrived, stood up and said loudly: "Han Yuxu's head was killed, it has been more than 600 days since now, during this period, the position of the head of my Huashan faction has been vacant, and the affairs of the door are all taken care of by Elder Feng, but the country cannot be without a king for a day, and the family cannot be dominated for a day, through me and Elder Feng, Song ...... Ahem...... Discuss together, decided to hold this head election, all the participating disciples, you are all the best in our sect, the same competition, remember to learn from each other, don't hurt the lives of your fellow disciples. ”

The disciples agreed in unison.

"Let's get started!"

……

The participants in this election are all the seventh generation of disciples in the sect, a total of nine people.

Huashan Xifeng sent a total of three people to participate, namely Yin Jun, Chu Tian, and Zhao Lehai.

There are also three people participating in the south peak of Huashan, namely Ren Wenyao, Pu Guangjie, and Han Jinkui.

There are two disciples in the middle peak of Huashan Mountain, namely Qian Haoyun and Shen Quwen.

In addition to these eight people, there is another person, it is Han Ping'er Libao, the senior brother of the seventh generation of disciples who has entered the finals.

All the people are added up, no more, no less, exactly nine.

The general election adopts the elimination system, two by two, that is, eight into four, four into two, and finally two by two to determine the final winner.

The winner will then compete with Feng Qingyang, and the winner will be qualified as the head of Huashan.

If in the end, all the disciples and elders in the sect have no opinion, he will be the head of Huashan.

Under the expectation of the elders and disciples, the first battle quickly began.

"In the first battle, Yin Jun, a disciple of the West Peak, fought against Ren Wenyao, a disciple of the South Peak." Li He said loudly.

These two were the best of the seventh generation of disciples of the Huashan faction, and after exchanging names, they crackled into a fight.

……

Han Ping'er rubbed her eyes and watched the two of them compete like children in the field, bored and a little drowsy......

Feng Qingyang was also a little bored to watch, his kendo talent was already good, and he was taught Dugu Nine Swords by Han Ping'er, watching these two people fight at this moment, I felt that every move and style was not only full of mistakes and omissions, but also extremely slow.

He even had a feeling that if he ended up, he would only need one move to defeat the two of them.

However, the Huashan disciples on the sidelines watched very energetically, they shouted loudly for their favorite contestants, and every time there were some dangerous moments on the field, they could scream again and again......

After the two exchanged more than 30 moves, Ren Wenyao was caught by Yin Jun because of his carelessness, and he stabbed his wrist with a sword and was defeated.

"The winner of the first game, Xifeng Yin Jun!"

"The second game was played by Chu Tian, a disciple of the seventh generation of Xifeng, against Qian Haoyun, a disciple of the seventh generation of Zhongfeng......"

……

The competition is like a marquee, starting, ending, starting again, and ending again......

From noon to dusk, eight into four, four into two, two into one.

finally duel out the final winner - Yin Jun.

What followed was a much-anticipated battle, with Yin Jun fighting against the breeze.

This competition will also lay the foundation for the new head of the Huashan faction.

"Uncle Shi, I'm going."

Han Ping'er nodded, and the wind cleared and walked quickly into the entrance, standing not far from Yin Jun.

"Senior brother, you have just fought a few battles, do you want to rest?" Feng Qingyang asked.

"No!" The long sword in Yin Jun's hand danced, and his eyes burst out with a victorious light.

For this general election, he has been training hard for more than half a year under the guidance of Feng Buwei.

Even Feng Buwei also taught his own peerless wind swordsmanship, this swordsmanship, in the competition just now, he has never used it, in order to give Feng Qingyang a surprise!

As long as he wins this time and has the endorsement of the uneven, he will definitely be elected as the head of the Huashan faction, even if he is just a puppet head who is not controlled, he is still willing!

"Senior brother, we have fought against each other a total of thirteen times before, and I have lost thirteen times, but today, I will win!" Yin Jun said loudly.

He has won consecutive battles, and his momentum is fierce, I believe that with this momentum, coupled with the wind swordsmanship that he has practiced so hard, he will definitely be able to defeat the senior brother in one fell swoop!

"Okay, then I'll lead the teacher and brother to recruit!" Feng Qingyang also unsheathed the long sword, and said: "The sword has no eyes, be careful." ”

Yin Jun didn't say more, held the sword in one hand, glared back with his right foot, and rushed forward very quickly.

Seeing that the wind was getting closer and closer, he also became excited.

Half a year of hard training, just wait for today.

The long sword in his hand was raised, and he was ready to perform his Tempest Sword Technique......