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Qiu Yun squinted her charming eyes, looked at this rather mighty woman, and said with a slight smile, "I don't know Miss Mo Er, what's your opinion?"

Mo Zhixun took two steps forward, with a somewhat haughty expression on his face, "I am in favor of Sect Master Qiu's proposal, and there is no harm in it. You can think about it, if the Sect Master is your disciple, Can this highlight the teaching ability of the leaders present here? It can be said that there must be a teacher like a teacher. This competition is not only for the election of the Holy Master, but the substantive meaning is the competition between the leaders of the various factions. Contest."

The heads of the sects intertwined each other's eyes, each showing a look of surprise, but there were also extremely dark elements mixed in.

The last sentence of Mo Zhixun is absolutely correct, the heads of these major sects have been fighting openly and secretly for decades.

The reason why they got together today and showed the appearance of working together is also to jointly resist the Tianlun Sect.

Otherwise, it would be like a dream for them to face their opponents or enemies while talking and laughing.

There are only a few decent sects in the rivers and lakes, and the rest are almost a mess. This is the reason.

A hundred years ago, due to Mo Junxie's almost crazy bloodbath, the masters of the rivers and lakes fell and withered one after another, and there were very few who could really provoke the leader.

In that battle, almost all the sects of the Jianghu were mobilized.

And the supreme master who has not been completely wiped out is also the ancestor of some people present today.

The surrounding area was very quiet, but the head of Taihe suddenly stood up, with a sinister smile showing on his rather upright face, "Since Miss Mo said so, it must be the meaning of Zhuang Mo. In that case , how can we not respect his face. I, Taihemen, will fully support the proposal of Zhuangzhu Yin and Miss Mo, and I have already thought about the candidates."

Everyone's ears almost fell to the ground, the tents of hundreds of people, thousands of eyes, almost all shot fiercely at the head of Taihe's body, as if they would not stop until they poked a few holes.

Vicious and cunning, turning faces is faster than turning pages.

The meaning of these words seems to be vividly reflected in this man.

One moment he was the first to stand up and strongly oppose the proposal, but the next moment he saw the Mo family and speculated on Mo Baichuan's thoughts, and then changed his face in an instant.

With such a fast face-changing speed, it is even more comfortable than a singer.

What kind of character Tai Quanqing, the head of Taihe, is well known, so it is not surprising.

Everyone has already seen the shameless kung fu of the head of Taihe, but there is no way, there must be someone to take the lead down the steps.

Otherwise, the face of these self-proclaimed leaders of the world's great factions will probably be lost here today.

"Since the head of Taihe has become a representative, we also agree to elect representatives of each faction to participate in this selection." Another head of the school said during the table.

Everyone also expressed their opinions one after another, expressing their agreement to this comprehensive reform.

Yin Wushuang was still sitting lazily, his eyes glanced at the expressions of the heads of the various sects, and the corners of his lips curled up, "In this case, everyone will make a list of the selected disciples later, the more detailed the situation of each person, the better. Sect Master Qiu will arrange the next martial arts competition and the rules for the distribution of the arena. After this matter is finalized, we will climb to the top of Yunjue tomorrow. From today onwards, the world will be dominated by young people. Let's see who can be proud To be peerless, let the capable people shine."

Yin Wushuang finished explaining everything in a few words, and signaled that everyone could leave on their own, and then turned his gaze to the woman in Tsing Yi standing aside.

He smiled and walked to the woman's side, looked at Mo Zhixun with the expression of an elder, and said with a smile: "I never thought that the daughter of the owner of Mo Zhuang would be so beautiful, and those of us of the older generation really have to obey Old. Sect Master Qiu, are you right?"

Qiu Yun looked at the man's handsome and perfect face with a funny face, walked slowly to his side, and said softly: "Master Yin sighs that the comprehension of life is really everywhere, in front of the juniors, don't lose your sense of proportion. "

Mo Zhixun stared at the expressions of the two of them thoughtfully, and said in a daze, "Why do I feel that you two are like a family! The husband of Yin Zhuang sings, and the wife of Qiu Zong follows. They are a perfect match."

"Ms. Mo is worthy of being the daughter of the owner of Mo Zhuang. She sees everything so clearly, and Yin admires it." Yin Wushuang's eyes seemed to shine brightly in these few words, and Qiu Yun beside him seemed a little hard to accept.

Qiu Yun's face gradually turned red, and she walked out in embarrassment.

Everyone had dispersed and left when Yin Wushuang made a decision. Otherwise, after seeing this scene, I am afraid that tomorrow the deeds of these two people will be carried forward to benefit the entire martial arts world.

At that time, not only will Yin Wushuang's face be gone, but even Yuqiuzong will be judged by Jiang Hu.

The elders of Yuqiu Sect are afraid that they will go to heaven, and Qiu Yun can't afford this responsibility.

And Yin Wushuang's face is not only recognized as handsome and unparalleled, but also thick enough.

In Yin Wushuang's view, saving face is a trivial matter.

But it made him discover something that was enough to make him happy, and the corners of the beautiful mouth gradually raised a slightly deep arc.

Night arrives.

The dim moonlight covered the last ray of starlight in the sky, and boundless darkness enveloped the earth.

The fallen leaves slowly sweep across the ground with an elegant rhythm, chasing and playing with each other.

A handsome man sat quietly on a stone chair in the gazebo.

The man was wearing a fiery red gown, which was particularly charming against the soft light of the stars.

The eyes are as bright as the stars in the sky, and they are also full of mystery.

Strangely, the man's hair turned out to be silver-white, and the long waterfall-like silver hair was loosely scattered, adding an enchanting and evil flavor to his whole person.

The silver-haired man glanced lightly at the dim starry sky, and whispered softly with his red lips, "The time seems to be approaching, but why hasn't it come out yet?"

The sudden man's eyes were fixed, and his cruelty made people shudder.

With slender and fair fingers, he picked up the sweet-scented osmanthus cake on the plate, and threw it back without looking back, his movements were extremely chic and smooth.

In the deep blue night sky, a faint phantom quickly flashed across.

The thick grass 50 meters behind the gazebo shook faintly.

"come out."

An icy shout condensed in the air, the silver-haired man was expressionless, his eyes were like thousand years of ice.

"Hehe, Lord Fu's skill is really amazing, I have to admire it." A middle-aged man in a bright yellow gown slowly came out, with a faint smile on his deep and majestic face.

Four men in black lay quietly in the grass, their faces were calm as if they were asleep.

These four people are the top masters in Ouchi, and they have been personally responsible for the emperor's safety.

Unexpectedly, today, he was killed silently, with no bloodstains or traces of struggle around.

The dark night blocks many unknown secrets.

A square and deep hollow was quietly printed in the center of the foreheads of the four people.

The middle-aged man strolled up to the side of the silver-haired man, and gently put the sweet-scented osmanthus cake in his hand on the tray, as if nothing had happened just now.

The silver-haired man glanced at him, and suddenly laughed wantonly: "So it's the emperor, who came late at night uninvited. Could it be that things have changed?"

The emperor stared deeply at the man's silver hair, full of deep envy in his heart.

"Yes, the matter seems to be out of our control. My naughty son actually found her, but he failed in the end. After I learned the news, I immediately sent someone to track down her trace, but unfortunately she disappeared again. This I hope there won't be any mistakes in the next holy battle." The emperor's expression faded, and his eyes became far-reaching.

Xuan Yin, a rebellious son who doesn't understand anything, is really hateful, I really don't know what that idiot is thinking all day long.

It's fine if you can't see the situation clearly, but you still want to get the crown prince, and then take over the world instead.

Don't you know that the most honorable thing in the world is not the throne of the emperor, nor the peak power, but the supreme realm of martial arts.

Mo Baichuan, that old man, don't think that launching the holy war can just sit back and reap the benefits of being a fisherman.

How can it be so easy to get the mystery of Mo Yunjian?

And wanting to win the top spot of the Holy Master, it's just a dream!

The silver-haired man glanced at the emperor's disdainful expression, frowned slightly, and said in a deep voice: "Your grand tutor seems to be very ignorant, but she is mysterious enough in my eyes. When I was in the palace, I occasionally noticed a Mysterious ideas follow me, as if peeping. But every time I try to find it, I unknowingly interrupt the clue. I want to know, who is she?"

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