The snow is clear, and the sky and the earth are blooming with golden light.

A group of people and dozens of figures stepped onto the winding mountain road.

The mountain is a blue sky.

At the top of the mountain road is the first peak of the Holy Gate.

Elder Wisdom stood in the shelf and saw the visitor from afar, not only showing a wicked smile.

"I am worthy of being the master, and I arranged one level after another, first the prince, and then even Li Ling was used as a chess piece by him, and at this moment, the chessboard was dropped.

But is there really something wrong with Si Wuxie?"

Elder Zhihui frowned, a little unimaginable. How could such a powerful immortal Tongxuan die so easily?

There are two rows of disciples of the Holy Gate standing on the snow-covered mountain gate.

The disciples following Li Ling felt the majesty of the Holy Sect and couldn't help but restrain themselves a little.

And the main hall.

The Elder of the Heavenly King has already sat in the side seat.

When they saw Lan Yue, the master and disciple had a look in contact. Without further ado, the Heavenly King knew that Lan Yue was defeated and could not stop Li Ling, the master of the Holy Temple in Lotte Mansion, but Lan Yue was already strong enough and delayed for nearly a week.

But this week, the sect leader still hasn't come back.

The old man with a hooked nose looked motionless, his eyes were as deep as abyss.

Li Ling, the person who comes is not kind.

He hasn't been to Bikong Mountain for ten years, why did he come just as the leader of the sect disappeared?

Greetings can also be exchanged, but there is no need.

After all, it depends on who has a hard fist.

but...

No matter how hard he is, he cannot completely break up. After all, he is a fellow student.

So, Li Ling brought three idiot disciples.

Therefore, Lan Yue knew how to stop loss and once she lost, she would take people up the mountain.

They all follow this rule.

It is a big taboo to have one another in each other, and it is the case in any sect, let alone the holy sect?

The elder of the Heavenly King raised his hand: "Master Li Ling, please sit down."

The maids were obedient and hurried to serve tea.

Li Ling stood in the center of the hall, without saying a word, but just stared at the old man with a hook nose sitting sideways with a smile, "Tian Wang, when we were young, we had traveled together, right? On the Black Wood Mountain, you and I had fought side by side? Why are you so cold now?"

"Master Li Ling, if you come to me for tea and drink, then I shouldn't meet here, right?"

The king looked calm and took it appropriately.

Li Ling laughed and said, "That brother still lets so many people here? Secret matters are naturally a secret conversation."

The king sneered: "What's the secret?"

Li Ling said lightly: "I really want me to tell you?"

The king frowned and suddenly waved his sleeves: "Go down!"

It seems that Li Ling really knows something.

But...

How is that possible?

The ominous premonition in my heart became stronger and stronger, and a storm was about to come and the wind filled the building. The calmer it was, the more dark the tide arose in the heart of the Heavenly King Elder.

The snow outside the hall is clear, and a more terrifying storm is brewing.

After a moment.

The tea is gone and the wine is gone.

There were only three people left in the entire hall.

Blue Moon, Heavenly King, Li Ling.

The sound of footsteps came from outside the door, and the three of them turned their heads, but they saw that it was Elder Wisdom.

The green-robed elder with a smile of "self-deep and unfathomable", stood on one side. He came to see if he could help the chess piece thrown by the master.

Li Ling took out a dim piece of metal fragment from his arms and threw it on the ground.

The crisp sound was particularly harsh in the hall.

The three deacons and elders looked at each other.

At the same time, frowning.

All three of them knew this fragment.

The magic weapon "Three Hundred Poems" is the weapon of the sect leader, and its biggest feature is the blade pattern.

The blade pattern is not the common magic weapon pattern such as waves, stacked patterns, and flames, but is like a poem, densely packed from top to bottom, like a rhythmic text engraved on a bamboo slip.

This fragment is just a corner of a weapon, but this unique texture is enough to tell everything.

The hall was in a strange silence.

Li Ling was very satisfied with the atmosphere. He felt that everything was under his control, so he said, "So, do you think it is necessary to see my senior brother?

If something happens to the elder brother, this holy sect always needs someone to preside over it, right?

The second senior brother Tian Cuoyang has been missing for decades, and I am the only one left in this sect leader.

Or do you think a stinky son who smells so bad can lead you?”

Li Ling took a step forward, raised his hands, lowered his voice, and said with a sensation: "You are all Tianyuan? Although Tianyuan is a strong person in the world, we all know that we are losers.

It is a loser who failed to win the mystery for various reasons!

If...I became the sect leader, I promise you three that I can give you a chance to re-enter Tongxuan.

Although Elder Lan Yue is still persevering, I tell you that it is difficult to enter the mystery of the universe. You... Although you are amazing, you may not be able to reach the sky.

When you fail and turn to Tianyuan, my promise is still there.”

As soon as the words fell, it was like a huge rock falling, causing a sensation in the hearts of the three deacons.

Li Ling is full of superiority, a sense of overall situation under control, and a foolproof confidence. "The winter has not passed, and there is still more than a month before spring begins. And in more than a month, as long as three of you help me, then..."

“So what??”

The sound came from outside the door.

It was the voice of a teenager.

He walked very slowly and quickly.

Slow refers to the movement of his legs lifting and the extent of his step.

Fast refers to his displacement in space.

With two or three steps of kung fu, the sound and the person arrive at the same time.

The Holy Son wrapped in a black and golden robe had stood at the entrance of the hall at some point, and appeared in the center of the main hall in one step.

In the empty master seat, only the Holy Son and the Master can sit.

Xia Ji sat directly on, then leaned forward slightly: "Master Li Ling, please continue."

He looked at His Highness's people quietly.

Li Ling felt anger in his heart: "Does the Holy Son so don't know how to respect the elders? I am your teacher's junior brother. By seniority, you should call me uncle."

Xia Ji responded calmly: "Then, Master Li Ling suddenly came to my holy sect to create rumors and bewitch people's hearts. Do you know that he is wrong?"

"wrong?!?"

Li Ling was stunned, and then he seemed to hear the funny digestion in the world. He raised his head and laughed, "Boy, you really don't know anything."

Do you think there is someone to support you?

Do you think Si Wuxie is still alive?

If Si Wuxie is still here, I will be a little afraid.

But now, the three elders of the Holy Sect will not take action anymore, and they have received my promise.

What can you do if you are a stinky boy?

Although the conversation between the four people was small, he vaguely heard a lot for Xia Ji.

At this time, he turned his head and looked at the three elders, and sure enough, all three of them bowed their heads and said nothing.

This is normal.
To be continued...