When Li Changsheng came to the Liuyun Sect, the imaginary challenge did not happen, because there were too many things in the past, and people had not finished talking about the past.

Du Feiyun led the male disciples, and Ling Feiyan led the female disciples, standing in front of the 'Cloud Smoke Pavilion'. And there were also two middle-aged people opposite them, also a pair of men and women, with their male and female disciples, confronting Du Feiyun. The men are tall and burly, and the women are slender and plump.

When Li Changsheng came, Du Feiyun was arguing with the person opposite, and he didn't notice him at all.

"The position of head was set by the master, why are you still not convinced?" Du Feiyun said with a cold face.

But the master has only set the position of your leader, but not your disciple's position. The burly middle-aged man on the opposite side was humane.

"Senior Brother Feilong's words are not right, since Feiyun is now the head, of course Feiyun will have the final say in the next head. "Ling Fei flue.

"Little junior sister's words are too biased towards Senior Brother Feiyun, when the master chose the head, he clearly told us that our martial arts are not as good as Senior Brother Feiyun, so we chose Senior Brother Feiyun as the head. To elect the next leader, of course, it is still necessary to talk about martial arts. The middle-aged woman on the opposite side said.

Du Feiyun blushed and said, "Chu Feihong, in terms of martial arts, am I afraid? You were not my opponent back then. ”

"Senior Brother Feiyun's martial arts are not afraid, I am afraid that Senior Brother Feiyun's disciples will not be angry!" said the middle-aged woman known as Chu Feihong.

"Senior Sister Feihong, since Feiyun is the leader, of course Feiyun has the final say, and the competition is too ridiculous. "Ling Fei flue.

"Oh, little sister, I know that you are husband and wife, but you are not so partial to your husband. Martial arts, martial arts, since we are a martial arts sect, of course we have to use martial arts to talk about the Tao, can we still make a fuss?" Chu Feihong said.

Ling Feiyan glanced behind her and found that Li Changsheng had arrived at some point, and her heart relaxed slightly. Although I don't know what this disciple's martial arts are, through Han Wuxie's growth, it can be guessed that Li Changsheng's martial arts realm is not low.

In Ling Feiyan's eyes, although Han Wuxian was not stupid, she didn't have much wisdom, and if she practiced her 'Feiyan Sword Technique' for another ten years, she might not be able to practice it. However, not long ago, when Han Wuxian was trying out his moves with Du Wushuang, the 'Flying Smoke Sword Technique' he used had already had a good reputation, and apart from Li Changsheng's guidance, Ling Feiyan couldn't think of any other reason.

At this time, it may be an opportunity for Li Changsheng to choose the next person in charge of the sect with martial arts, but Ling Feiyan knows that Du Feiyun has no good impression of Li Changsheng, and it is impossible to make him the head disciple.

Ling Feiyan said: "Of course I'm not afraid of the competition, I'm afraid that after Senior Sister Feihong loses the competition, she will come up with some new tricks and be entangled." ”

Chu Feihong said: "Since the little junior sister also agrees to the competition, let's start." ”

Ling Feiyan said: "Senior Sister Feihong must ensure that after the competition, she can no longer regret it, and I agree to choose the head of the competition." ”

Senior Sister Feihong and the middle-aged man named Feilong whispered for a while, and said, "Senior Brother Feilong and I both agreed to the competition to elect the next leader, and the little junior sister seems to have agreed, Senior Brother Feiyun, you say, is it okay?"

Du Feiyun turned his head to look at Ling Feiyan, and when he saw Ling Feiyan nodded, he said: "Martial arts competition is martial arts, my disciple can still lose to others? ”

The middle-aged man named Feilong said: "You have more disciples than me, if you compare them one by one, my disciples will be tired to death, and if you want to compare, you can only select a few disciples, and you can't bully more than less." ”

Du Feiyun said in his heart: The disciples who can take out their hands are Gao Changzhi, Liang Changye, and Chen Changfan, and the rest of the disciples are useless, and it is not good to go into battle too much.

Then he said, "Okay, how about each person choose three disciples to go into battle?"

The middle-aged man named Feilong whispered to Chu Feihong for a while, and said, "I have three disciples, and Senior Sister Feihong also has three disciples. ”

Du Feiyun said angrily: "What? You want to fight six and three, and you want to be beautiful! He Feilong, you are going too far!"

The middle-aged man named He Feilong said: "What's too much, I didn't say that the little junior sister couldn't send a disciple to play." ”

Du Feiyun said: "The disciples of the little junior sister are all female disciples, how can they be the head?"

Chu Feihong said: "My disciples are also female disciples, why haven't I heard that the Liuyun Sect has a new door rule? Female disciples can't be the head of the sect! Which ancestor set the rules?"

Du Feiyun was speechless, and Ling Feiyan said: "I also have three disciples, so it's fair." ”

Chu Feihong said: "It's still the little junior sister who is reasonable, since that's the case, then let the disciples play." ”

He Feilong laughed "haha": "It's not early, the competition is over, we have to go down the mountain, this head will not be happy to entertain us!"

The implication is that the next head will be happy to entertain him.

Du Feiyun snorted and said, "Changzhi, Changye, Changfan, you guys play." ”

"Yes, Master. Three teenagers walked out from behind Du Feiyun, Gao Changzhi and Liang Changye were both eighteen or nineteen years old, while Chen Changfan was slightly older, more than twenty years old.

"Don't give a salute to the two uncles yet!" Du Feiyun said.

"Meet the two uncles. The three teenagers bowed.

He Feilong said: "Don't engage in these false courtesies, I can't stand it." ”

"Uncle Shi is really ugly, why don't you call Aunt Shi?" Chu Feihong said with a smile.

Although Chu Feihong is middle-aged, her appearance is still pretty, and she is plump and mature, Du Feiyun's disciples were stunned one by one, almost revealing their ugliness.

Du Feiyun shouted angrily: "Why don't you go to get the wooden sword and prepare for the competition?"

Gao Changzhi and the others woke up and wanted to get the wooden sword.

He Feilong said: "What kind of wooden sword do people use in the martial arts? ”

Du Feiyun was furious, but he held back for the time being, and said, "The iron sword is the iron sword, when the time comes, you will hurt your disciple, don't howl." ”

He Feilong said with a smile: "Senior brother is so confident, junior brother, I'm waiting." ”

Du Feiyun instructed Gao Changzhi and the others to get the iron sword, but He Feilong's disciples didn't need it, his disciples were all wearing iron swords, and they were all murderous, and there were more than a few lives under his hands.

He Feilong and Chu Feihong each called out three disciples and walked out of the crowd.

Only Ling Feiyan's side has not yet been selected to play, and Du Feiyun's face is a little ugly.

Although Du Feiyun didn't have anything to say to Ling Feiyan, he didn't want her disciples to surpass her own disciples, so the professors of the female disciples were all taught by Ling Feiyan herself. And although Ling Feiyan's martial arts are very high, some female disciples' talents are not suitable for learning her martial arts, and the martial arts secrets of the Liuyun Sect are all here with Du Feiyun, and those female disciples who are not good at Ling Feiyan's teaching have suffered.